"Intimate acts are hardly discussed in Cloud Recesses doctrine," he huffs, wrapping his arms around Wei Ying's back and gathering him as close as he can. He reaches up to undo Wei Ying's ribbon to free his tangled hair and pushes his hand through the messy strands, digging lightly at his scalp.

"Much less between men. We will learn more, together. I can find more books," he offers, unsure how else to find out such things in a way that would not render him permanently mute with embarrassment.