[ Lan Wangji continues to make the tea, unfettered, and slowly places the kettle back on the trivet. ]

You are still feeling the effects of drinking.

[ But he does tenderly brush Wei Ying's hair behind one ear and press a kiss to his temple. It's sweet, it's chaste, and most importantly, it is barely there. ]

Let me know when you do not, if you feel the same, and I will not turn you away.