Bichen? It's so rare for Lan Zhan to want something, or at least, voice that he wants something, so it's disheartening that it's not something he can spoil Lan Zhan with by providing. It's not as if he hadn't checked over that new marketplace thoroughly, looking for any sort of weapon, really. Since their makeshift ones from outdoors had been left behind, but there was nothing of use, not so much as a walking stick.

"Lan Zhan!" he laughs, trying to hide his face from the onslaught of messy kisses, to no avail. It's an excellent distraction, and he lets out another whoop of surprise when his legs are swept out from under him. His arms go instinctively to hold Lan Zhan's neck and grip the fabric of his robes for balance.

"Yours, yes, yours!" he affirms, even if he's still shaking with laughter. He only waits a beat before kissing him back, a quick press of lips to the corner of his jaw.

"Can you make it all the way without dropping me?" he teases.