"I don't want to get up," Wei Wuxian grumbles and burrows into his pillow--it smells like Lan Wangji: of sandalwood and home. "You should kiss me and stay in bed with me; no Chief Cultivator business on my birthday."

There is a beat of silence from Lan Wangji before he says, "Mn," leans down to kiss Wei Wuxian, and climbs back into bed.

Wei Wuxian smiles to himself in victory and cuddles his husband close.