Lan Wangji pouts as Wei Ying pushes him gently away. "I am always thinking of Wei Ying," he answers, hoping that's enough to sate his curiosity. It's not even false. He fell, and fell deeply, drowned himself in Wei Ying and never emerged.

His pout deepens as he whispers, looking at Wei Ying's shoulder. "Husband now." The other one had accused him of having wedding on the brain, but honestly it's so true. He's waited many years, he can indulge a little bit.