He pauses yet again, frowning down at Wei Ying and rolling his eyes. "If Wei Ying laughs, Lan Zhan will not finish the song," he warns, certain that laughter will not be good for his wounds.

He takes a deep breath and sighs, flicking Wei Ying's forehead and trying to settle him back against his chest.

The lyrics do not necessarily get any less embarrassing, but he feels the chorus is probably the worst of it. Probably. He keeps singing, forcing himself to finish the song. He presses a firm kiss to Wei Ying's temple once he is done.

"Had many feelings."