He knows his husband has had to endure a great deal since being brought back from the dead as Mo Xuanyu, but on a purely selfish level, his height change is Lan Zhan's favorite. It gives him endless satisfaction to be able to scoop Wei Wuxian off his feet and manhandle him whenever they're feeling frisky. He is certain the other man adores it as well, even if his pride would never allow him to say it. Mercifully, Lan Zhan will never make him. Just like, when they get particularly drunk, Wei Wuxian doesn't make Lan Zhan admit he likes acting very childish.

The squeeze on his ass gets a dangerously heated flash in his eyes and at the amusing demand, Lan Zhan is ready to pounce again. As he kisses Wuxian with rapidly growing hunger, he slips a hand along the edge of their bed between the blankets and bamboo frame. With practiced ease, the lid of the jar he finds is flipped off and he dips his fingers inside. The small jar will have to be refilled soon.. thankfully there's a rather large jug around here somewhere. Hopefully Wuxian remembers where he stashed it.