It doesn't take long for Wei Ying to follow and his orgasm hits him hard as he spills all over Lan Zhan's hand with a cry, shuddering and slumping against the countertop. He just rests there, breathing uneven as he comes back to himself.

Wei Ying doesn't move though, a slow wave of bone deep wave of peace and contentment washing over him now. It wasn't what he expected would happen after running into Lan Zhan on the street today but he's far from complaining.

"I love you, Lan Zhan," he murmurs again, sighing blissfully. "Come to bed with me now?"