"Will do no such thing," Lan Zhan vows, looking at as the rain suddenly stops and placing another gentle to kiss to Wei Ying's furrowed brow. He can stop Wei Ying, physically, if he can. He can keep him inside by strength alone, keep him in his arms.

He carefully moves to pick Wei Ying up, movements deliberate and slow in case he does not want it. "Let me take care of you. Let me feed you and put you to bed with me."