He frowns, lips turning down just a little when Wei Ying pulls away a little. Lan Zhan's ears had not calmed from their scarlet state and he pulls Wei Ying back, burying his face in his shoulder again.

"You did not corrupt me," he mumbles into the black fabric.

Whatever had caused his sneeze earlier had corrupted him. He is lucky that all he wishes is just to hold Wei Ying close like this and never let him go again.