Lan Wangji blushed deeply, the tip of his ears turned pink, as he's digging deep into his fantasy as he massages him. Of course, he wants Wei Ying everywhere he goes, as he felt his soul ties to him.

"Yes, but I was thinking of...you know how you tease me, rile me up, and then we fight, and I'll wrestle you, then tie you up, and then claim you quite roughly to punish you. That sort of thing."