He lets his robes fall, pooling around his waist while they kiss. Wei Ying is wearing entirely too much and he unties the sash at his waist, beginning to free him from all of the fabric. However the kiss takes precedence because he can feel the desperation - and he meets that emotion with steady, unflinching love. He has no regrets about journeying to hell for the love of his life.

"Mm?" he bows his head and kisses down Wei Ying's bare chest, making a sound that rumbles with amusement. The pout is kissed with immense tenderness and he brushes their noses together.

"I'm sorry you had to wait." Lan Zhan dips his hands beneath the fabric and caresses Wei Ying's body slowly, carefully.