He only nods, folding his arms and trying to keep up the facade of being in control, "well, now instead of fierce corpses, I have the threat of chili oil and donkey rides."

Wei Wuxian can't help pulling a face at being compared to his mule, wrinkling up his nose, at least until Lan Zhan finally concedes. Once he hears the nickname, his face breaks into a pleased and rather impish grin.

"Mm, good, good," he nods, approval this time, "Wei-gege concedes that he finds Lan Wangji very handsome. The most, even."