[Wei Wuxian, it turns out, is perfectly happy to give the audience a demonstration of how their relationship works. Maybe it'll inspire them to change their ways.

(Exactlly what ways those might be remains up for debate.)

Wei Wuxian turns away from the onlookers to face his husband directly, reaching out to drape his arms around his neck in a loose embrace. A slight blush colors his cheeks now as if he hadn't just made a TMI announcement about their sex life to a bunch of total strangers. There's the tell-tale soft, goofy grin of someone who is completely and hopelessly in love on his face. There's even a slight, teary sheen in his eyes as he leans into Lan Wangji's touch. Wei Wuxian wets his lips before speaking in a soft voice that sounds positively lovesick.]

No, Lan Zhan, I'm fine. They didn't lay a hand on me just like I said they wouldn't. I don't want anyone touching me but you.

[It's a little like the performances he gave when he pretended to be Mo Xuanyu, only this time, he's being completely genuine. And even back then, Wei Wuxian was being more honest about his feelings than even he'd known. His blush deepens and he licks his lips once more, leaning in close but not yet kissing Lan Wangji.]

I missed you... Er-gege.

[Ten minutes apart and he's wilting, Lan Zhan. Wilting. The terror-inducing Yiling Patriarch, everyone.]