[ Lan Zhan responds in a way only Wei Ying ever gets to hear - he laughs. It’s short and soft, but it’s heartfelt, brought out of him through Wei Ying’s antics. He moves along with Wei Ying, one hand reaching for that sliver of exposed skin, fingers skimming along the point of a collarbone to curl around Wei Ying’s throat, no strength behind the move. ]
No name but yours.
[ It’s a promise that he intends to keep, until at least much later. For now he is entirely focused on Wei Ying, no one else on his mind that his promised, his beloved. He takes a breath, taking another step closer. ]
no subject
No name but yours.
[ It’s a promise that he intends to keep, until at least much later. For now he is entirely focused on Wei Ying, no one else on his mind that his promised, his beloved. He takes a breath, taking another step closer. ]
Will you only say mine?