"Lan Zhan is not romantic with anyone but Wei Ying," he corrects, scooting closer and grabbing his own comb from his desk. He carefully works through the tangles at the front of Wei Ying's head. The little waves and textures still want to spring out and Lan Zhan is fascinated. It's so different from his own.

"Maidens would not want Lan Wangji. Only Wei Ying wants Lan Wangji. Good that way."