[ Wei Ying likes people and likes touching people, easily, readily affectionate. But there's no one he likes touching more than Lan Zhan, even just a simple hug or grabbing his arm or leaning against him. And now he gets to, all the time.

Trying not to jump Lan Zhan in public will be a testament to his nonexistent patience.

He can't really reply to Lan Zhan's 'Shameless' comment, but it's fine because he's got Lan Zhan's lips against his and isn't that better than talking? Every time Wei Ying starts to say something ridiculous, he's just going to turn to his boyfriend and demand kisses.

The gentleness isn't surprising, really; he knows that Lan Zhan has the type of control that Wei Ying can't manage. If it were left up to him, they'd be a crumpled heap on the couch, all frantic motion and clumsy hands. But it's Lan Zhan, who calls him gorgeous and then gets embarrassed. Wei Ying laughs, wrapping his arms around him. ] Stealing my words, you're the shameless one here, using them against me. Do you know what you do to me like this? I want you to fuck — [ and he wavers, shaking his head ] — make love to me. There's nothing to be embarrassed about here.