"Of course I like what I see, Lan Zhan. You're my husband. And my husband isn't going to have a very good wedding night if he decides to leave his pants on."

Wei Wuxian is being surprisingly patient all things considered as he waits in his wedding clothes. He would have been happy to simply be ravished the minute they were inside this room, but there is something also to be enjoyed about drawing it out. Besides, there is plenty of time to be frenzied.

"But I'm also a little sad that my love makes you calm. Why can't you love me so much that you are inflamed with passion?" Wei Wuxian pouts a little as he continues to tease.