Wei Wuxian didn't realized it, but he's only gently scolding him. Lan Wangji continues to rock back and forth on his chair, contemplating and waited for Wei Ying to feel better from the hang-over and the headache.

He closed his eyes, going into meditation mode, and waited. After waiting for a long time, even though he enjoy being in his company and presence.

"Do you feel better yet, Wei Ying?"