When Lan Zhan starts touching him again, Wei Ying stops playing. He lets the flute fall to the side, and reaches for the leash again, keeping Lan Zhan close.

Wei Ying's expression is calm and cold as he studies his captive, letting him touch however he wants. No one has ever touched him like this, as far as he can remember, and there doesn't seem to be anything hostile in it.

"Come on, Lan Wangji," he says, giving the leash a gentle tug. "Let's put you to bed."