something on my face?
Wei Ying blinks, coming out of the stupor he hadn't realized he'd fallen into. At some point he'd started daydreaming while staring at Lan Wangji's face, too lost in his own thoughts to realize where his eyes had landed. Not that Lan Wangji was bad to look at in the slightest! But coming back to reality to find a cold face looking at him in suspicion was enough to make Wei Ying jump in his seat.
❝ Ah?❞ he asks, quickly looking away. A small part of him was embarrassed, but that part of him was easily pushed aside in favor of teasing as an idea came to him. With a wide grin, he looks back and sits up so that he can lean across the table set between them. ❝ There is! Here, let me get it for you, er-gege...❞
He reaches out, like he's about to wipe away a stray drop of ink or some fur leftover from petting some rabbits.
