"Lan Zhan looks - " Wei Wuxian begins, words cutting off for a choked breath. He'd been right, Lan Wangji had been close, and now his long finger is pressed right against a spot that feels sensitive and shivering, even faint pressure against it like a bolt of electricity up Wei Wuxian's spine.

"Oh," he breathes, hurriedly dropping his arm over his face as he feels his mouth drop open. "Lan Zhan, it is - it is maddening."