Without meaning to, his eyes had already begun to shutter closed, and his head had already started to turn in anticipation of this kiss, which seemed like it was twenty years in the making. And despite never having done so before, his body reacts as if wondering what took him so long.

But then he stops, and he feels Wei Ying's breath against his lips, and he asks a question.

Which Lan Wangji has to stop and immediately play back in his head because he was too distracted to process it the first time.

The back of his head tingles as if he's poured ice on it, hairs standing up, skin prickled at the back of his neck. Yes, he thinks. He wants, and wants and wants.

The tea fights with his mind.

The tea tells him he doesn't care, this is yours. Take it.

He grits his teeth and swallows back watery eyes.

"Your Wangji will be angry." Which is a sorry excuse, and honestly he wouldn't fault either of the Wei Yings for kissing the other Lan Wangji, but he knows deep inside he would feel resentment towards his other self.

(And, if he's very, very honest, and very honest with himself, the deeper reason is because he is unsure of how the other Wei Ying feels, and if he drinks the wine of his lips and goes home to a Wei Ying who does not love him, how he would soak himself in all manner of drink to recall the taste.)