If Lan Wangji can be the responsible one ninety-nine percent of the time, surely Wei Ying won't mind taking up the reins for that last one where his husband is plastered?

But he hadn't expected Wei Ying to laugh at him, because even drunk he can tell that wasn't a cough, and he looks a bit put-out. He's no longer a dragon being and therefore, he's got his belly button and - and other things - back and everything! So surely he looks fine!

He'll just have to try harder. He wasn't the second-most best-looking cultivator of their generation for nothing. He takes Wei Ying by the wrist, and pulls him forward. It was always harder to resist when being so close to Wei Ying, so maybe it was similar the other way around.

Master of seduction, this one.