Wei Wuxian isn't aware of much. His chest heaves, and his body trembles. There's an absence of warmth around his cock but a new warmth against his belly. He's hollowed out and full at the same time, and entirely too alone against his pillow on the floor. "Lan Zhan," he says, half sigh and half whine, reaching in an attempt to tug him closer. "Love you. Please come here."