"Ridiculous," he huffs, finally giving up any pretense of decorum and scooting fully into bed with Wei Ying yet again, gently moving him to rest back against Lan Zhan's chest. His fingers keep moving the comb through Wei Ying's hair, working out tangles he suspects are there from the last time Lan Zhan combed it for him.

"Wei Ying offered to show me maidens in Yungmeng, once. It infuriated me."