"I want to," Wei Wuxian says quickly, for that need in him hasn't flagged once since the dance floor. "I want it so badly I almost fell off your sword three times," he mutters, going quiet again as Lan Wangji's large hands trail over his leg.

For most of his life, he thinks he's made the right decisions. Apart from a few horrific mistakes, he thinks he's made them for the right reasons, too, but he is Wei Wuxian, the Yiling Laozu. One can only hear that they are the scourge of the cultivating world so many times before they begin to believe it. "I like you so much," he says, feeling a spike of anxiety as his throat goes hot. Why now, of all times, does he feel like weeping?

"I only want to be something that is good for you. Your - your family would not approve of what we both want to do."