Lan Xichen's smile is concealed behind a sleeve as Jin Guangyao lights up literally. Hey, he's the one who called him his pure white moonlight; Xichen is escalating the steps of their little dance.

(How many of those do they have anyway?)

"It suits Lianfang-zun well," he remarks offhandedly, eyes gleaming with a warm mirth despite his chilly blood. "Though may be troublesome if trying to remain inconspicuous."