“Lan er gege,” Wei Ying sings out an old nickname, his lips curving up into a well-rehearsed smile. It’s adorable, and it’s pretty, and he knows it mesmerises anyone who lays their eyes on him. He has done it a million times—bewitching and convincing men who need to be convinced.
He just doesn’t expect to hear the hitch in Lan Zhan’s breath, too, and feel the taller man’s grasp around his wrist tightening.
He fell for it.
A sickening thought suddenly enters his brain, and Wei Ying wonders if he should be so cruel.
“Do you want to find a private space for us, Lan Zhan?” -- Words: 105945