"C'mon, Lan Zhan, it could be worse!" Wei Wuxian said as he tried to wrangle a drunk Lan Sizhui into the room--it seemed like he also had the Lan's low tolerance for alcohol despite not being a blood relation.

Lan Wangji raised an eyebrow at him and then slowly moved his gaze to the vomit coating the edges of his sleeve.

"Okay, I'm not sure how, but it could be!" Wei Wuxian argued, but didn't protest when Lan Wangji came over to help him put their son to bed.