"Do not apologize," Lan Zhan orders, pulling back enough to give Wei Ying a proper kiss. "It's perfect. Wei Ying is perfect."

He lets himself look around again at the walls, the fire, the makeshift bed. It is all thoughtful and warm and everything that Wei Ying is. It's too perfect, too much and he leans back in for a deeper kiss, wanting very badly to press Wei Ying down into the cushions regardless of it being time for dinner.