"Lan Zhan, I'm hungry." When Lan Wangji came home from get off work, Wei Wuxian clung to him and said coquettishly. Lan Wangji loosened his tie and pulled down a corner of his shirt, revealing his fair neck. Wei Wuxian felt dizzy at the scent of sandalwood. He came closer and licked Lan Wangji's exposed blood vessels. His teeth lightly brushed over it without biting down, and he blew gently into his ear with evil intentions. "Hey, second brother, you can cook for me. But you have to feed me~"? "I'll feed you."
Intention: Wei Ying, I... Like you...