"Wei Ying........ is good."

"Aww! Lan Zhan, you're really good too, you're the best." 

Wow Incorrect. Unacceptable. She very slowly and gravely shakes her head. "Wei Ying is best."

"Aaaaah! You are the absolute cutest when you're drunk, Lan Zhan!" she giggles, pinching Lan Zhan's cheek. 

Wow Wei Ying is TOUCHING HER FACE. Wow. Lan Zhan stares at her in awe.

Her giggles trail off and she gently strokes the place she was pinching. "Lan Zhan...you matter so much to me, you know that?" 

Lan Zhan cannot respond to this because her cheek is being stroked and she is overwhelmed. Her entire face tingles pleasantly.

She nuzzles the top of Lan Zhan's head. 

"I can't believe I'm so lucky as to get to be your friend and hug you and stuff. You're so amazing, elegant and poised, righteous and kind, the most beautiful person in the world." 

She nuzzles clumsily back. "Wei Ying is beautiful."

"Lan Zhan is prettier!" 

Her ears turn pink.

She hugs Lan Zhan and makes a contented humming noise against her hair. 

W o w.

Wow Wei Ying's neck smells really nice. Wow. Maybe if Lan Zhan licks it just a tiny bit Wei Ying will not even notice.

She eeps and giggles. 

"Lan Zhan, did you just lick me?"

NO.

She presses a finger to her lips and gives Lan Zhan an extremely Wei Ying Is Contemplating Mischief look. 

Wwwhat kind of mischief. Oh no. That's a very cute expression and Lan Zhan is gazing at it lovingly oh no.

She darts forward and kitten-licks the tip of Lan Zhan's nose. 

Her ears cross over from pink to red with remarkable speed.

She gapes at Wei Ying. Whwhwhhwhwhwhhhhwhwhh. What was that. What does she have to do to get that to happen again. She will do anything.

"Ehehehehe," Wei Ying giggles nervously, covering her own quickly-reddening cheeks with her hands. 

Oh wait. Was licking Wei Ying's neck the thing that made this happen, because she can absolutely do that again. Lan Zhan faceplants into Wei Ying's neck and licks it again before righting herself and staring at Wei Ying in wide-eyed expectancy.

Wei Ying gasps and looks at Lan Zhan with wide, dilated eyes. 

"--Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan you're drunk, you won't remember any of this tomorrow." 

Lan Zhan pouts. The blush has finally started to tinge her cheeks.

She gently kisses Lan Zhan on the cheek. "I'm not going to steal your first kiss when you won't even remember, that would be cruel." 

Lan Zhan cannot imagine anything better in the universe than Wei Ying kissing her on the cheek. Overwhelmed and dizzily pleased, she sways forward and slumps across Wei Ying's lap.

What an ideal place to be. Wow.