Lan Zhan startles at the sudden exclamation, trying to cover it by carefully walking to the bed to lower Wei Ying down. He had become so silent on the way over that Lan Zhan had been afraid he'd said something wrong, or jostled him in some way.

"Mm," he murmurs, more pleased than he thinks he ought to allow himself to be for such praise. He enjoys caring for Wei Ying, enjoys bringing him things that he enjoys. He stays crouched over the bed for a moment, hoping to steal a kiss before he gathers their lunch.