Lan Tian levels Wu Yun with a searching look, while Wu Yun squirms around, trying and failing, to alleviate the southwards blood flow.
Wu Yun doesn't know how to explain the sudden heat overtaking him. It's not like anything particularly sensual was happening. Lan Tian has all of his clothes on, and if anything, his robes are even more severely fastened than usual.
"What's the antidote doing to you?" Lan Tian worries that Wu Yun's red face is the result of a fever, and places his cool palm against his neck, to check his temperature.
Wu Yun almost jumps out of his skin. The soft, innocent, touch is enough to set his blood running, and his heart pumping faster. He really wishes Lan Tian's hand had dipped straight inside his robe's neckline, and ripped both ends open. He wishes his lips had followed his hand, and that they were touching his heated skin right now, instead of twisted in a worried moue.
