Wei Wuxian is no early riser, not if he doesn't have to be, and Lan Zhan has seen fit to spoil him time and again. He wakes to the familiar sound of the qin, his husband's skilled fingers on the strings with expert precision. It's a while before he blinks himself awake, sits up amid the sheets, and gives a yawn as he stretches. He rarely bothers with robes to sleep in, given that they usually end up in a pile on the floor, and he scoots to the edge of the bed, sheets gathered haphazardly over his bare skin.

"Lan Zhan?" he tilts his head, reaching childishly for his husband, once the instrument is carefully put away.

"That one is new, isn't it?" he asks, knowing full well by now every song in Lan Zhan's repertoire. His love doesn't do anything without reason, and he waits with a pleased smile for any explanation Lan Zhan might give.

"It's different, but it feels- " he looks thoughtful, tapping his chin, "joyful. Lan Zhan must be in a good mood, hm?"