He can bear Wei Ying's weight - he has done so before. All of his Lan training has strengthened his body and when he feels the other man resting against him, he bends down and lifts him fully off of the ground. Then he carries Wei Ying to the bed without saying a word, laying him down among the pillows.

Lan Zhan joins him, pulling their bodies close, their foreheads touching. His fingers trace over Wei Ying's features, trailing down his neck and resting over the heart beating in his chest. Tilting his head, he kisses along the other man's jaw, taking his time.

Wei Ying has been missed. Intensely.