Wei Wuxian is still toeing off his second boot when he finds his arms suddenly full of soft inner robes. He nods, staring at them, and when the door closes he gives in to the strange desire to bring them to his nose and sniff deeply. They smell of sandalwood, of frost and Lan Zhan, and Wei Wuxian smiles as he sheds his own wet clothing, trading it for Lan Wangji's.

He tugs his wet hair into a high bun to keep it from his shoulders and climbs into the bed, whose sheets he also presses his nose to. Here the scent of Lan Wangji is even more pronounced, and Wei Wuxian relaxes considerably.