Ah, they've reached the temper stage again already. Wei Ying studies him carefully, expression not even the slightest bit bothered by what he'd just seen. He hadn't quite decided on just how much to disclose about himself or their history together this time around. Leaving's simply not an option, however. He's tried staying away from Lan Zhan before in the past and in the end, they'd both wound up ever more miserable for it.

Wei Ying keeps advancing until Lan Zhan's trapped against a wall, not feeling even the slightest bit guilty for it after all the times his incarnations have pinned him to various flat surfaces throughout the millenia. Walls, trees, tables, floors, carpets, rugs... Lan Zhan's fucked him against or on top of all of them at some point or another.

"No," he says simply, finally coming to a decision and he cups Lan Zhan's face in his hands and presses his lips to his as if it's the most natural thing to do in the world.

For Wei Ying, it is. And he's missed him more than he'd thought.