[It's a pity he's too drunk to fully appreciate a flustered Lan Zhan trying to get him undressed. He wiggles out of his robes, one arm getting stuck in his sleeve and he once again has to lean on Lan Zhan and wait for him to untangle it. He's left in just his thin black trousers.]
Aren't I good? Lan Zhan, tell me I'm good!
[He pouts, intent on not budging until he hears it. Which, coincidentally means not moving until there are bubbles either.]
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Aren't I good? Lan Zhan, tell me I'm good!
[He pouts, intent on not budging until he hears it. Which, coincidentally means not moving until there are bubbles either.]