It’s shared instinct that guides his arms and legs around Lan Zhan without a second’s delay. He makes himself comfortable by hooking his ankles behind Lan Zhan’s waist and presses the underside of his chin onto his husband’s shoulder so he can be carried around like a small child.

With the topic of Jiang Cheng dropped, his mind wanders back to the house and the plethora of decisions he gets to make. They can’t implement most of those decisions until the construction is complete, but it’s still fun thinking about.

“We’ll put a lock on it so A-Liang won’t get into it,” he suggests, looking around the room. “Spin around slowly so I can get a look at the layout of the room again. Hmm, we can put the bed over there. Maybe at the foot of the bed? Actually, how about between the windows closer to the wall. That way it won’t get too much direct sunlight in the summer.”

He squeezes his arms around Lan Wangji briefly, feeling so grateful for all of this. In mere months, they’ll be putting furniture in and moving their possessions. “You were suggesting hiring someone from Yunmeng for the furniture earlier. Maybe we can get a carpenter from Gusu too and see what they come up with working together.”