Wei Wuxian's grin widens, heat stealing over his skin. "I like when you speak this way to me," he says, taking Lan Wangji at his word and slinging a leg over him to sit in his lap, unmindful of the table edge digging into his back.

"It is even more delightfully shocking when you are still so pristine, in all your many robes and lovely hair pieces. It makes me feel hot all over."