Lan Wangji had assumed they would all be lewd, and so he hadn't considered that some of them would not be. He hadn't considered that the bulk of them would not be, and when he flips through them, he abandons the idea of drawing something for Wei Ying, because.

These are beautiful. The brushwork is so lively, and the likeness is good. He can see his own eyes reflecting back at him, and moreover, he can see how he looks to Wei Ying. He always thinks of himself as stern, but Wei Ying captures so much more of his spirit that he didn't even know anyone could see.

He's touched.

He offers him a small smile. "Wei Ying, they are very fine works." He'd hang them all up, wallpaper the Jingshi with them.