The ambitions that Wei Ying worked towards were challenging and, at times, risky at best, but his need to decide upon whether he would act at all never really existed from the beginning. There were no choices. He recognized the dire circumstances that the Wen's were being faced with at the time and stepped in. The actions he took weren't ones that the Purebloods (and even a good deal of the vampire population at large) were at all in favor of. Then again, it wasn't as if Wei Ying had the cleanest reputation in the first place. It might also be said that he only did what he had to in order to boost his ego.

—Which, yes, did happen, naturally so, but it wasn't at all the sole and core reason for his actions. The care he felt towards them was genuine. Lan Zhan would be the first to recognize this, too.

For now, all such matters are set aside. Forgotten, even. Six months is nothing at all between the two of them, yet it stretched out tediously slower by the day. He can only ever long for Lan Zhan.

Wei Ying further laces their fingers together in a solid hold as he returns the kiss with a warm and quieted exhale. He doesn't need to see to know where they're moving, but for the moment keeps his gaze upon Lan Zhan. When his eyes do slip shut, Wei Ying nudges against him, deeply breathing him in. His free hand lifts to slip around to the nape of Lan Zhan's neck, feeling the warmth of his skin and the sensation of his hair beneath his fingers.

Somehow, he's able to keep from rushing them.