In the morning, he will feel faintly foolish that he was so inebriated he couldn't even bathe himself. Now, he is too at peace to care: Lan Zhan's touch is just another warm, gentle indulgence, and he sinks into it gladly without expecting more.

At one point, as Lan Zhan bends his head within reach, Wei Wuxian lifts a finger to trail it across his ribbon. Quietly gleeful, he says, "I can do that whenever I want now."