Lan Wangji lifts some of the clothes, so that Wei Ying can see where he is going.

Oh, he's such a cute little lizard. So small, so sweet.

Lan Wangji gives him a little pat on the head with his index finger, because there isn't much else to him. He's never seen such a tiny lizard. He could make a mansion inside a teacup.

"Good?" he asks.