Wei Ying likes to wear chokers a lot. So Lan Zhan buys some for him. Then, testing their limits, collars.

Wei Ying wears those, too.

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Or, the one where Wei Ying and Lan Zhan accidentally stumble into a BDSM relationship.

Handcuffed and trapped by his fiancé, Wei Ying has a bit of fun.

The first time a convicted murderer dies of a heart attack in their jail cell, no one thinks anything of it.

A week later, when it happens again, it’s almost innocuous enough. It gets brought up in lecture.

Wei Ying says, “What difference does it make? They’ll die one way or another.”

Wei Ying gestures to his outfit. His hands are buried deep within the hoodie; he’s mostly gesturing with the sleeves. “Well, it works with the whole get up, you see?”

“The…” Lan Zhan looks down at where his fingers are toying with the top of Wei Ying’s thigh highs. Wei Ying pretends he is not shivering. “…skirt. And these stockings.”

“Thigh highs, Lan Zhan!” Wei Ying says, batting at him with the end of a sleeve.