Wei Wuxian's feet come into the periphery of Lan Zhan's vision; then the rest of him, as he lowers himself to his knees. He covers one of Lan Zhan's hands with his own.
"I promised I would take good care of you," he murmurs, gentle. "Will you let me?"
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Wei Wuxian's feet come into the periphery of Lan Zhan's vision; then the rest of him, as he lowers himself to his knees. He covers one of Lan Zhan's hands with his own.
"I promised I would take good care of you," he murmurs, gentle. "Will you let me?"