Wei Wuxian exhales, nearly astonished to find his doubts swept so sweetly and cleanly away. "Lan Zhan is so charming," he murmurs, his cheeks flushed in the face of such devotion. The tension in him fades entirely, and he winds Lan Zhan's hair through his fingertips, determined to do whatever he must so that Lan Zhan enjoys this.

It isn't terrible. Wei Wuxian is not certain how this could be good, but as he said, he trusts Lan Zhan, and his hands on him will never be unwelcome. "Lan Zhan truly means to touch me everywhere."