lan zhan chortles, a sly smile creeping in at the corners of his lips. “what exactly is wei ying thinking about doing, hm?” wei ying hits him lightly and rolls his eyes. “definitely not what you were just thinking, you perv.”

for the rest of that morning, they barely leave each other’s arms, always leaning in for kisses and savouring the taste of each other’s lips. thankfully, lan zhan doesn’t have to work that day.