( The half-hearted squirming of Lan Zhan and his caress of the word pretty prods Wei Wuxian into laughing, light and low. He moves the leaf up a touch, then down again, creating a more obvious artificial wind to bear down on his husband, just as he bears down temporarily on his legs. )
Alas, you've been condemned to a handsome one. Ribbon?
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Alas, you've been condemned to a handsome one. Ribbon?