Lan Zhan was initially shy. He can’t believe he’s really kissing him for him. Soft, warm lips and Wei Ying is looking at him, holding hands with him. He's falling hard and fast with this boy. It seems not too long ago, he’s the one who stated that within his sect rules, a relationship like this is forbidden. Now, he’s going against the rules and running the risks of being exiled.

He felt no regret when their lips connected. It felt right. With their mouths open, his tongue swirled inside, he moans deeply from kissing him deeply as he felt a heat being sparked in his loins, but shy his hips away to hide his semi-hard erection.

When the kiss disconnected, he wrapped his arms around his waists and buried his on his neck, where he kisses him on the pulse of his throat, gently nibbling on his skin, teeth grazed over wanting to bite him, but not without permission.