Lan Zhan keeps moving, thrusting more and more gently until Wei Ying's body goes limp against their bed. He pulls his fingers out carefully before slowly crawling up the length of Wei Ying's body and lying to his side.

"Love Wei Ying," he murmurs against his temple, tugging him close and out of the mess. He pushes Wei Ying's swear damp, messy hair away from his face before placing a soft kiss on his forehead. "Is Wei Ying still shocked with Lan Wangji?"