Wei Ying is a warm and solid weight pressed close against him; Wei Ying's arm is around him, holding him tight and keeping him near.
Wei Ying is asleep. He would not do this if he were awake.
It does not matter. Lan Wangji can no more push him away than he could forbid the sun to rise.
Dizzy with the rush of feeling, ears burning, he shifts to lie on his back, putting his arm around him as he does to keep Wei Ying close to him, without disturbing his sleep. He guides Wei Ying's head to rest on his own chest and lies still, trying to steady his breathing and calm his racing heart.
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Wei Ying is a warm and solid weight pressed close against him; Wei Ying's arm is around him, holding him tight and keeping him near.
Wei Ying is asleep. He would not do this if he were awake.
It does not matter. Lan Wangji can no more push him away than he could forbid the sun to rise.
Dizzy with the rush of feeling, ears burning, he shifts to lie on his back, putting his arm around him as he does to keep Wei Ying close to him, without disturbing his sleep. He guides Wei Ying's head to rest on his own chest and lies still, trying to steady his breathing and calm his racing heart.