[Wei Wuxian hadn't even looked at what he put on honestly. But now he's too distracted by the other man. He whistles, nodding his head in approval. The man seems to make anything look good and Wei Wuxian finds himself admiring him once again.]

It doesn't look like pajamas. You look very nice, Lan Zhan.

[Finally he looks down at his own attire.]

You gave it to me because you didn't like the first one! Is this one no good either? Clearly I'm not meant for this kind of clothing if you keep disapproving. I'll have to find something else.

[And shameless as he is he just takes the shirt off where he stands and tosses it into the pile that has become a mix of his clothing and the discarded ones and goes to look for something else.]