Lan Wangji sagged from the exertion as the high and pleasure washed over him. Their bond becomes incredible, deeper by the day and they're becoming inseparable.

Eventually, he collapsed and weakly rolls on the side, trying to catch his breath as the seed begin to dribble, their wet mess spilled on the sheets. But he doesn't care.

"Mn." He reaches out to offer an arm, a pillow for his head as he wanted Wei Ying to rest on his chest. "Feels good. Wei Ying is all right?"