Lan Zhan returns not long after Wei Ying crawls into his bed, a sight he is not sure he was quite prepared for. He pauses for a moment, composing himself before shutting the door and presenting Wei Ying with a plate full of fruit pastries he'd found downstairs in the kitchen.

"Eat," he commands before leaning down to pull a jar of wine from underneath the bed. He sets it carefully down next to Wei Ying's hip before stepping back. With a pleased nod he starts to undo his hair ribbons and silver hair pieces, setting them all neatly on his desk in a precise and practiced arrangement. "Warm enough?"