Lan Zhan needn't worry. His face hovers near to Wei Wuxian's own and he seizes it, pulling Lan Zhan down for a joyful kiss. It feels even better than food sounds, and Wei Wuxian indulges himself a beat too long, breathing hard when he releases him.


"Lan Zhan has eaten already?" he asks against his lips. "If not, please eat next to me. Even food tastes better when you are with me," he says, hopelessly besotted.