"Lan Zhan, I have been called a lot of things, but no one has ever accused me of being too humble," he laughs, drying his eyes and shaking his head. Humble, of all things.

"Aren't I the most shameless? What more could I ask for, let alone demand?" he lets Lan Zhan pull his wrist, following him toward the exit. He wouldn't even know where to start. It already felt like Lan Zhan spoiled him, showing him so much affection, dragging his lazy body out of bed to get him ready for the day, playing for him, drawing, writing, if he could, he'd probably find a way into the kitchen to cook too.

The library seems to have become their place, and Wei Wuxian cant' say he doesn't enjoy it. It's quiet, which he's sure Lan Zhan likes, and hardly anyone comes here. And there's never a shortage of paper or art supplies.

"Oh? What will Lan Zhan draw for me?"