Lan Wangji isn't going to bother asking twice and takes Wei Ying by the wrist, marching him upstairs, hair flapping behind him as if he has a built-in wind machine.

He doesn't stop until he gets Wei Ying in his room, whereupon he closes the door behind him and grabs him by the back of the head, crushing their mouths together in a searing kiss that definitely is more like the one from their practicing.

This time, he even leaves a bite, which Wei Ying doesn't know is a signature move, but will soon. "Wei Ying," he murmurs against his lips as he breaks away for a moment, eyes on his mouth, hand at the base of his neck. "Why didn't you say anything?"