Wei Ying grins happily at the stunned look on Lan Zhan's face and his expressive words. He knows how sparingly Lan Zhan uses words, so for him to react so warmly means a lot.

Hugging Lan Zhan, Wei Ying kisses his cheek, beaming happily. Lan Zhan's attention gives him so much joy, and he feels deeply possessive of Lan Zhan's attention. He wants to always be able to enjoy the way Lan Zhan looks in this moment, and to find new ways every day to take his breath away. "I'm glad you like it, Lan Zhan," he murmurs, brushing his nose lightly against Lan Zhan's cheek.