He barely notices that his collar is unlatched; it doesn't matter. Lan Zhan is too distracted with kissing over Wei Ying's face, reminding him of human touch. This seems important - vital. He has to remind him what he left behind - the warmth of human interaction. Of love.

With one graceful motion, he straddles the other man and works open the fabric covering Wei Ying's chest. As he moves, the collar slips free, falling off with a soft sound. He ignores it, searching for the scar on the demon lord's chest.

"I won't hurt you."