When he rolls over on the floor, Lan Zhan bends over and hovers over him. His light-colored met his, watching him. Both with concern and a certain emotion he can't explain as he looks into his eyes, and he sees himself int hem.

"Wei Ying, are you all right? Did you hurt yourself?" Clearly he is not. Not with him laughing and giggling from being drunk. "Wei Ying, please. Calm down. Let me put your shirt back on. Stop moving. Hold still. I caught you already, so the game is over."

Tentatively, he reaches out to his tank top and tries to put it back on him.