Lan Wangji has become even more of an insufferable drunk because before, he was merely sleepy. And also, he had been at least somewhat under Wei Ying's command. Right now, he's gotten much more comfortable with Wei Ying, and feels safe with him. Which means he's a big giant baby, with big giant wings, and a bloody nose in his husband's chest.

"Bath," he repeats, his mind thinking that if they're taking a bath, then Wei Ying will take a bath with him, and if they take a bath together, then Wei Ying won't be able to resist his charms, of which, Drunk Lan Wangji thinks he has plenty. "Mn."

He takes Wei Ying's hand and starts marching him in the direction of their room. He seems to be in quite the hurry for some reason. And, not carrying Wei Ying, somehow his balance seems a lot better. Almost like he could even fight like this. But who knows.