He let himself be moved, a warm chest was better than a cold, hard window. Jingyi was almost sure that he could hear the Pitter-patter of the older man's heart. It was in some ways soothing.

Even the hand on his cheek. Wanyin's fingertips weren't soft but he liked them all the same. Jingyi lifted his hand and gently held on to the back of the hand on his cheek. He let out a puff of warm air as he shut his eyes again, "That feels really nice, Gege." The younger Lan whispered.