“But, even when lying down, Wei WuXian didn’t like loneliness. Soon afterward, he began to complain, “It’s too hard, it’s too hard.”

Lan WangJi, “What do you want?”

Wei WuXian, “I want to lie somewhere else.”

Lan WangJi, “Where would you want to lie, at such a place?”

Wei WuXian, “Let me borrow your lap for a while, won’t you?”