How is he so exhausted that he's nearly falling asleep into his bowl, and he still manages to find a way to be flirtatious? Lan Wangji's heart can barely stand it, the way he takes him by the sleeves and pulls him over. He sets the bowl down on the table before letting himself be dragged over to the bed, grabbing two plain white buns off the top with deft fingers.

There is no eating in bed at the Cloud Recesses, it's rule two thousand something, but honestly as much as this place looks it, it's not.

So there Lan Wangji is, lying in bed on his side, steamed bun in his mouth, one in his hand. He rips off a piece of it and offers it to Wei Ying, because if he doesn't finish both they will be cold. He doesn't mind the rest, but the steamed buns are best eaten fresh.

He finishes taking a bite, and then as if tacitly agreeing to this little game of keeping up a polite appearance, he says, "Don't talk while you eat."