[ Another pitiful sound escapes Wei Ying as Lan Zhan moves, but it's only to hold his face, so it's acceptable. His hands don't move from Lan Zhan's back; instead, he fists his hands in Lan Zhan's shirt, tightly enough that neither of them can move away.
He doesn't want to at Lan Zhan during this, but he's never been able to look away. Especially when Lan Zhan is so earnest, so intense. ]
You're not as bad at words as you think you are. [ The problem isn't Lan Zhan; the problem is other people.
Somewhere in the background, the timer for the tea goes off, but Wei Ying doesn't care, can't move away from this. He swallows, turning his head to brush a kiss against Lan Zhan's palm. ] You forget about Madam Yu. She tolerates me at best. And plenty of people agree with her. I'm a terrible influence on you.
[ He's dragged Lan Zhan out past bedtime, made him get up before dawn to watch a sunrise, and actually watch it not meditate or do yoga. ] But I like you too much to care about any of that. I want you, Lan Zhan, more than I can say.
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He doesn't want to at Lan Zhan during this, but he's never been able to look away. Especially when Lan Zhan is so earnest, so intense. ]
You're not as bad at words as you think you are. [ The problem isn't Lan Zhan; the problem is other people.
Somewhere in the background, the timer for the tea goes off, but Wei Ying doesn't care, can't move away from this. He swallows, turning his head to brush a kiss against Lan Zhan's palm. ] You forget about Madam Yu. She tolerates me at best. And plenty of people agree with her. I'm a terrible influence on you.
[ He's dragged Lan Zhan out past bedtime, made him get up before dawn to watch a sunrise, and actually watch it not meditate or do yoga. ] But I like you too much to care about any of that. I want you, Lan Zhan, more than I can say.