[ Simply hearing Wei Ying say the word, boyfriend, sets something ablaze in him. It doesn't help that he quickly follows it up with such a scandalous word like "lovers," making Lan Zhan lean in to press a firm kiss to his lips before he can say anything else. His grip on Wei Ying's hips tightens, holding him close as he groans into the kiss he's so quickly initiated despite his internal dilemma. ]
Lovers. [ He bites at Wei Ying's lip and then releases it to press their foreheads together, unable to part from him even though he needs to think and speak. ] Do you want that? I respect you, Wei Ying, I can wait to court you properly.
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Lovers. [ He bites at Wei Ying's lip and then releases it to press their foreheads together, unable to part from him even though he needs to think and speak. ] Do you want that? I respect you, Wei Ying, I can wait to court you properly.