By instinct, Lan Wangji opens his mouth to answer. "..." No words or sound can be produced. As if there's an enchantment over him, blocking him from wanting to answer.

Other than feeling frustrated and distressed, he's only relieved to find his partner again. His cheeks darken when he feels for his lips, standing still, remaining silent. Part of him burns with eagerness from his touch, but he suppressed it, keeping his expression impassive.

Eventually, he holds one of his hands, finger interlocking. If Wei Wuxian holds his hands before, he can feel how calloused they are, his fingers long, there's a strength in his hands from exercising handstands, and from the years of handling the strings and the sword.