"--I'm absolutely not going to try to touch your breasts or anything without you saying it's definitely okay though--"

She pets Wei Ying's face lightly. "Want to. 

Things alarm me when they should not. I do not want to hurt you."

Nod nod. --Sudden look of embarrassment. 

"Ah, Lan Zhan, I may have kind of walked in on you yesterday morning. I closed the door right after before you could see, but, uh, that happened. It's kind of what made me figure out how I felt?" 

Oh NO. Shame.

"I am sorry."

"I'm not, that was the hottest thing ever." 

Oh. She blushes.

"When I woke I was..." She gestures at Wei Ying's chest and looks away.

!!!!!

She lunges forward, tackling Lan Zhan to the bed as she kisses her. 

"Was Lan-jiejie touching herself and thinking about me?" she asks huskily when she has to come up for air. 

Whimper. Lan Zhan gazes up at Wei Ying, dazed and awed and breathless. "Mm. Your breasts are very soft."

Wei Ying takes one of Lan Zhan's hands in hers and brings it to her breast. 

She squeezes it very, very gently, and bites her lip.

She shivers and tips her head back and bites her lip. 

Perhaps their lip biting efforts should be combined. For efficiency. 

Lan Zhan bites Wei Ying's lower lip and squeezes a little harder.

"Annnnnnnh," she whines high in her throat, and jerks her hips. 

She pauses. "Does it hurt?"

"Yes, don't stop!" 

Her hand flinches away entirely.

"Sorrysorrysorry--" she rolls over so she isn't on top of Lan Zhan anymore. "Are you okay, I'm sorry--"

Lan Zhan is okay. Lan Zhan is trembling. She puts a hand on Wei Ying's shoulder, trying to reassure her.

"Do not want. To hurt you."

She cannot imagine anything worse than hurting Wei Ying. She would rather walk all the way back to the Qishan dungeons on her broken leg.

"--Oh. Lan Zhan, it felt good. It hurt but it hurt like spicy food hurts, I like it." 

That... makes sense. It makes sense that Wei Ying would like it the way she likes spicy food. Lan Zhan still doesn't know if she can make herself do something that hurts Wei Ying, like that, even if she likes it. The idea ties Lan Zhan's stomach up in knots.

"I require practice," she says finally.

"Okay, that's okay, we don't have to do anything you don't want to. I didn't realize--I'm sorry I told you not to stop." She kisses Lan Zhan contritely. 

Kisses are still unambiguously nice! Kiss. She wraps her arms around Wei Ying and snuggles closer. "I love you."

"I love you. I want to give you all the nice things and no bad ones." 

"You are the nice thing I want." Kiss. "When you jumped on me and kissed me. That was a nice thing."