As he wraps one arm around Wei Ying's waist and slides his other hand into his hair, deepening the next kiss, he is tempted, very tempted, to roll them both over in the bed and spend the next shichen or so doing his best to demonstrate the full and complete extent of his feelings for Wei Ying.

Unfortunately, he suspects that doing so will mean he is not in Cold Pond Cave in time for Xichen's arrival.

He breaks the kiss, finally, and draws his hand slowly through Wei Ying's hair, instead.

"I will comb your hair," he murmurs. "Then I will bring you tea. You can warm it, if you wish."