You're right here, aren't you? Ai, Lao Wen, you're practically drunk.

[ Gently chiding, a sigh like a disapproving housewife, but he isn't shaking Wen Kexing off or away. He's seen Wen Kexing like this only a few times, and even rarer when it's a happy sort of drunk. Zishu is, suddenly viscerally reminded of that night in Beiyuan's house, after that fiasco at the Conference and before they all retreated to Ghost Valley.

Raising a hand, he presses it to Wen Kexing's hair, patting him gently. ]