[ If Lan Zhan knew of those possessive thoughts, he would be quick to reassure Wei Ying that he is the only reason for such smiles to exist. Lan Zhan's life is far from tragic, but there is nothing in it that can make him as happy as Wei Ying can. Even now, three little words are enough to make his eyes soften as he dips closer to kiss Wei Ying. ] Love you, Wei Ying.
[ Humming once in agreement, Lan Zhan leans up and tugs his shirt off without bothering with the buttons. The fact that he lets it fall to the floor will hopefully be enough to show his impatience, the same thing that urges him to pull off Wei Ying's shirt as well. He pauses then to look down at the bare expanse of his torso, suddenly uncertain with how to progress. All of his knowledge comes from very guilty forays into pornography, and even then he knew that they weren't realistic portrayals.
He clears his throat and reaches down, hands tentatively spreading over Wei Ying's chest. ] Should I touch here?
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[ Humming once in agreement, Lan Zhan leans up and tugs his shirt off without bothering with the buttons. The fact that he lets it fall to the floor will hopefully be enough to show his impatience, the same thing that urges him to pull off Wei Ying's shirt as well. He pauses then to look down at the bare expanse of his torso, suddenly uncertain with how to progress. All of his knowledge comes from very guilty forays into pornography, and even then he knew that they weren't realistic portrayals.
He clears his throat and reaches down, hands tentatively spreading over Wei Ying's chest. ] Should I touch here?