"Well, if you could really call those doodles, art," he shrugs.

Lan Zhan had kept it? That silly drawing with the oversized flower in his hair? It'd been little more than a distraction, while he'd hidden some of Nie Huaisang's erotic art in Lan Zhan's texts. He was sure it'd ended up in the trash, along with every other scrap of paper he'd bothered Lan Wangji with over his month of punishment writing out the sect's many rules. He wondered if his soul-twin knew.

"I doubt it's up to par with the great Hanguang Jun's distinguished poetry, but I'll draw whatever you want!" Wei Wuxian agrees readily. If not for the heat, he'd say why wait?

"Tonight, mm, so long as it doesn't interrupt all your solitary activities," he adds, with a nudge of his elbow.