"Mm," Lan Zhan agrees, kissing Wei Ying's temple as he forces himself to pull away, grabbing at his thin inner robe and pulling it around himself. "Dress and find the best place. I will bring the food." He swiftly ties his hair up in a high bun, a style he would never dare to wear in public, but that is more efficient at home than those of Gusu Lan.

Walking towards the fire, he smiles softly at the carefully wrapped food still warm because of Wei Ying's thoughtfulness. Wei Ying deserves every good thing Lan Zhan can think to give him, tonight.