Lan Wangji sat still as a statue. It takes every effort not to instantly smack himself in a reaction as he felt his own self-restraint crumbled. His breathing is slow and he felt a heaviness of guilt in his chest. He sees how flushed he is, and how dizzy he looks, so he reached over to cup his face to help steady him, strokes through his bang and tucks behind his ear to comfort him.

"Don't be sorry. We'll be married soon...and your Lan Zhan needs you. So, that seems to be fair." One thing for certain, their significant others will be the ones they go to bed with, most certainly, and he learns that they do have feelings for each other, but it can't be more than that. At least, for now.

"Wei Ying, don't rush and take your time. It is as it is now."