He huffs a soft breath of laughter, but agrees, readily.

"Yes. My heart is Wei Ying's to hold."

Finished with the bath, he coaxes him up to sit on the edge of the bathtub once more, wrapping him first in a towel to dry and then helping him into his clean clothes.

Lan Wangji drapes a clean towel over his shoulders and loosens his hair to fall freely, then pours camellia oil into his own hands and begins to run his fingers through Wei Ying's hair.