The fluttering part of Wei Wuxian settles for Lan Zhan's weight resting on him. He winds his arms around him immediately, lifting his face for that wet kiss to his cheek. He still feels as if he could fly apart - or sink into a deep slumber - at any moment, but he rallies for the question spoken in Lan Zhan's low voice.

"Shocked by Lan Zhan everyday," he murmurs. "I love it. Love you." His strange, contradictory, revelation of a love. "So much, Lan Zhan."