Lan Zhan's knuckles tighten to the point of cracking when warm breath ghosts over the shell of his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. He makes a vow to meditate for an extra hour, tonight.

"Thank you," he murmurs, closing his eyes for a moment before slowly starting his way down the ladder. It is only now he realizes how much Wei Ying's body weight is pressing against him. It can't be appropriate and he's thankful Wei Ying did not choose divination.

"Wei Ying smells nice as well. Often of alcohol."