"Yes," Lan Zhan proclaims, hopping up out of his seat and striding towards the nearest drinks table as soon as he hears permission. There is a small line for what seems to be individual cups of the terrible drink but that will not do. It takes only a few efficient movements for Lan Zhan to have snatched an entire bottle and walked away, leaving a few stunned natives behind him.
"Yours," he says, placing the bottle in front of Wei Ying and batting his hands away from his rapidly knotting hair.
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"Yours," he says, placing the bottle in front of Wei Ying and batting his hands away from his rapidly knotting hair.