Lan Zhan manages a nod, mind too addled to do much more as he tries to keep hold of himself. His eyes remain closed as he pushes lightly into Wei Ying's hand, letting that touch ground him as he leans in for another. He doesn't allow any weight to rest on Wei Ying, too afraid to hurt him, but he lets his mouth open a little to deepen the kiss.

One hand manages to reach up to his own head, removing the simple silver hair piece and then undoing the ribbon, letting his hair spill down over them. If he cannot have Wei Ying the way he years for, he wants all possible intimacy they are allowed.