Of all the emotions, lust is the most difficult to control. Lan Wangji practice self-restraint. The headband around his head reminds him that once they find their fated one, only then he can let go of self-restraint. He has loved Wei Wuxian for all these years. He never looked at anyone else.

Hearing his voice, inhaling his scent, and his trouble-making. Only Wei Wuxian fills the emptiness that his heart has longed for.

"More than anyone else? Am I the only one?" Lan Wangji continues kissing him, licking over the bite marks, and instead of quelling the fire, he only fuels it. His cock becomes hard, his breath heavy and hot from thoughts of desire already. Wanting to let go, he isn't thinking about being proper and the rules. He reaches back to untie his headband and set it aside on the bedside table.

"I see Wei Ying as the only handsome one."