Lan Zhan is very enliven with passion, the fire in his heart has been stroke and aroused. “Wei Ying that’s cheating for calling me that because I’m no older than you. And I don’t expect you to pay me back for all of this...” His generosity is genuine even though a part of him hoped Wei Ying feel the same for him and it’s not just shameless flirting.

Lan Zhan is holding himself back, even though he’s clearly in a trance, very much besotted with him and his charms. Unable to help himself he wrapped his arms around him to pick him up and swirled him around.

“I can’t wait to dance with you. It’s going to be a perfect night. I want to ask you to be my lover. I really like you, Wei Ying. That is to say I really love you.” Lan Zhan isn’t stopping, he continues to stroke through his hair. It’s beautiful long, raven locks of hair. With that shy look, Lan Zhan grows emboldened. Without saying another word, he playfully tugs at hair almost in a commanding manner to make him look at him.

“Let me kiss you then. I’m not thinking much either other than how much I kiss you. I have been longing to do so. I want to kiss your lips. I want to kiss your hair.
I want to kiss you everywhere. You make me want to kiss the ground you walk on but I probably won’t do that, so yours lips would do.”

In a swift charge forward, his heart beating fast, and after months of putting up with his flirting and nonsense, he claims his lips at last, it was almost forceful but hungry, yet eventually soft and tender as he grabs his arms to hold him in place to kiss him full.