For now, he didn't see him coming out of the bathroom, hoping he'll find the towel and robe by himself. Lan Wangji sighs as he rocks back and forth on his chair, waiting and trying to decide if he should help him. He frowns when Wei Ying made a mess of his bathroom, leaving a mess of puddles.

"Very well." Eventually, he did rose up to pick a hair blow dryer and a comb. "Sit still, Wei Ying."

With the hot hair blowing from the device, he blows on his hair to dry, and with the comb, comb through the snarls of his hair to smoothen it out.