Lan Zhan nods, curling his arms tight around Wei Ying's back as he pulls Wei Ying's head to his shoulder. He can increase his time spent on the house, especially now that the thaw is imminent. They will be in before spring, their rice will sprout and wine will be made.

"Every morning when we live together," he starts, scratching his nails lightly up and down Wei Ying's back as they huddle underneath their blankets. "Will rise at five while Wei Ying sleeps. Will wake you with tea and food after my meditation. Wei Ying can sleep as late as he desires."