He can be embarrassed about this later too, Shen Yuan decides, and throws all shame to the wind by wrapping his arms around Lan Xichen's shoulders and tucking his face into his neck. He feels them take off, the wind suddenly pulling his hair back and slapping his neck, but Lan Xichen is reassuringly solid and secure in his arms. So dependable, Zewu-jun, Shen Yuan thinks hazily, and knows he made the right decision by calling him for help.

Shizun! a tragic voice calls after them. Didn't you promise not to run from me? Shen Yuan tightens his grip on Lan Xichen and nuzzles closer, like he can crawl right inside the other man's robes.

"Fuck off," he mumbles to himself. "The real Luo Binghe wouldn't know about that."