Lan Wangji lay still on the warm bed. His body was used to pain and physical abuse in the past. Wei Wuxian's bite felt ticklish in comparison.

Up close Lan Wangji carries the warm floral scent of sandalwood, rain after a storm, and wildflowers like a meadow with a hint of musk. As Wei Wuxian sank his teeth down on his pale skin, he'll neck is tough and muscular as his body.

With a soft moan, "Harder. Bite harder. Bite me everywhere."