One last bought of helpless giggles before Wei Ying manages to calm himself, though he flops back on his back and tries to slow his breathing. His arms remain wrapped around his middle, fingers digging into clothing a little before forcing out a breath, then carefully drawing in another, slower breath.

He struggles to sit up, letting Lan Zhan change the subject (though he rolls his eyes at the other man) and reaches into his pouch to pull out the packet he'd been given. He carelessly tosses it at the other man before flopping back, hands moving to pillow his head.

"It's a bad joke, Lan Zhan."