"I love you Lan Zhan, you're so good, so so so good." 

"Mmmm." That makes her a bit starry-eyed.

"The absolute best, my Lan Zhan, don't know how I ever lived without you." 

Kiss. "Yours now."

"Mine mine mine mine mine mine mine," she murmurs, kissing her way down Lan Zhan's neck and across her collarbones. 

She tilts her head back and moans, her fingers fluttering open-shut in Wei Ying’s hair.

Wei Ying purrs and starts sucking a hickey at a spot ambiguous between clavicle and shoulder. 

"Ah -- mnnn, Wei Ying --"

"Yes--yes, I'm your Wei Ying--"

"My Wei Ying - my beautiful Wei Ying --

-please - "

Wei Ying spends the rest of the night doing her absolute best to give her Lan Zhan everything she asks for. 

Wei Ying is absolutely perfect in every way.

In the morning, Lan Zhan wakes to find herself and Wei Ying still curled around each other. And still married to each other. Married forever. Lan Zhan holds her Wei Ying and hums softly and thinks about how unrealistic this is, how lucky she is.

When Wei Ying wakes up, she smiles drowsily at Lan Zhan for approximately one second before she, too, remembers that they are now MARRIED FOREVER and her face lights up and there are tackle-cuddles. 

Eeeee! Wei Ying is beautiful when she lights up like that. If Lan Zhan weren't married to her right now, it would be unbearable.

But they are married!! Forever!! And Wei Ying is tackle-cuddling her and everything is perfect, everything is Extremely Bearable, Lan Zhan can kiss her wife all she wants. "I love you."

"I love you, wife~"

INTENSE BLUSHING.

"I - mm." She buries her face in Wei Ying's hair.

Awwww. Wei Ying kisses her on the blushing ear. 

That doesn't help at all, but Lan Zhan eventually recovers and reemerges. "My wife," she whispers, touching Wei Ying's face. "I love you very much. I am lucky."

Nose-nuzzle. "I'm lucky." 

Nuzzle nuzzle.

"I have something for you."

"Ooh, ooh, what is it???"

"Lan Zhan?" 

"...I require my guqin."

Ooh! Lan Zhan's guqin playing is marvelous. Wei Ying leaps up to fetch the guqin and faceplants back onto the bed because she forgot they are still ribbon-tied at the wrists.