Wei Ying frowned as he watched his husband once again suppress a yawn. This was unlike Lan Zhan; Wei Ying rarely saw the man yawn and if he did it was usually first thing in the morning when he thought Wei Ying was still fast asleep. Wei Ying never understood why Lan Zhan tried to hide it—no one was immune to tiredness, not even the esteemed Hanguang-Jun. And that wasn’t a bad thing, no, it was just a sign he was human.
Nevertheless, Wei Ying stopped inking talismans and turned his attention to Lan Zhan. “Did you not sleep well, Lan Zhan?”
Lan Zhan’s eyes widened a fraction but he recovered so quickly Wei Ying almost thought he was imagining it.
“Mn. I slept fine,” Lan Zhan said.
Wei Ying pouted. “Ah, Lan Zhan, don’t lie to your husband. You’ve yawned more today than I’ve ever seen.”
Lan Zhan frowned. “I don’t tell lies. I slept just fine. I was…” He hesitated a moment. “Awake earlier than usual,” he eventually settled on.
Wei Ying, not one to let such a matter slide, persisted. “How come?”
“I would rather not say,” Lan Zhan said. Wei Ying frowned until he noticed the tips of Lan Zhan’s ears turning red. Oh. That only piqued Wei Ying’s interest.
“Were you doing something scandalous, huh, Lan Zhan?” Wei Ying said as he stood up. He walked over to where Lan Zhan had been meditating and dropped onto his lap. “Hey, Lan Zhan? Was the esteemed Hanguang-Jun having dirty thoughts?”
“No.”
The bluntness in which Lan Zhan answered threw Wei Ying off. Normally his husband was unabashedly forward with his desires. So if not that, what was it then that had his ears red?
Wei Ying gestured for Lan Zhan to elaborate.
Lan Zhan gave a soft sigh; he definitely knew Wei Ying wouldn’t leave the subject at that.
“I woke up and caught the sight of Wei Ying fast asleep in my arms. I was thinking about how grateful I am. How I never thought this would be possible.”
Wei Ying’s eyes widened, not expecting such a sincere answer. He dropped his head onto Lan Zhan’s shoulder, sure that his cheeks would be scarlet red. “Lan Zhan! You can’t just say things like that!” Especially that last sentence. They would definitely need to speak about that later, but for now Wei Ying was too flustered.
Lan Zhan rubbed circles on Wei Ying’s back. “Why not? Can I not appreciate my husband?”
With a chuckle, Wei Ying looked up. “Of course! You’re just…. You’re too much, Lan Zhan.” He looked into Lan Zhan’s eyes and lifted his hand to his husband’s face, gently caressing his cheek. “I really love you, you know.”
“I love you too, Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan said, leaning into the touch, subtle upturn of his lips.
Wei Ying sighed, content. He thought of how grateful he was, to have this moment be possible.