Somewhere around rule seven hundred and fifty, Wei Wuxian finally stirs again.
The bed's... warmer, for some reason? Strange. The pillow feels different as well. Is it moving? Why...?
Groggily, he opens his eyes. Blinks.
"Lan Zhan!" he yelps as he bolts upright, so quickly that a shock of pain goes through his head. He hisses a breath and cradles his forehead before he can muster enough self-awareness to keep up the I'm fine pretense. "Ow. I'm sorry, when did -- ?"
Hang on. Why is the bed suddenly big enough for both of them? Where did Lan Zhan's bed go?
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The bed's... warmer, for some reason? Strange. The pillow feels different as well. Is it moving? Why...?
Groggily, he opens his eyes. Blinks.
"Lan Zhan!" he yelps as he bolts upright, so quickly that a shock of pain goes through his head. He hisses a breath and cradles his forehead before he can muster enough self-awareness to keep up the I'm fine pretense. "Ow. I'm sorry, when did -- ?"
Hang on. Why is the bed suddenly big enough for both of them? Where did Lan Zhan's bed go?