"Wei Ying is shameless; he will not find it too shocking," he mutters, carefully rolling up the drawing and placing it to the side, out of reach of potential soup splatters.

The list is detailed but he does not think he can say any of it aloud. Not in this context. Not even alone with Wei Ying.

"Is it bad if I cannot say it?" he asks, frowning as he considers it. It can't be correct. There should not be such barriers between them.