He rests his cheek against a hip, glancing up at Wei Wuxian from under dark lashes. The words are foolish to him; he has chosen to be with this man. Disappointment and regret have nothing to do with the equation. Now sorrow, on the other hand, might. His heart aches with each kiss and that feeling intensifies at the warning.

"You will remember because I'm here." Lan Zhan brushes his lips against the head of Wei Wuxian's cock, circling it with his tongue, "I know you."