Cold or not, he's a Lan. There's at least two blankets for them anyway, and his hair is wet so it'll be uncomfortable to wake up to anyway.

He attempts to pull away, but somehow he winds up with Wei Ying's hands on his wrists pushing against him and he - looks up at Wei Ying for a second with dazed eyes, heart beating so rapidly he isn't sure if the throbbing pulse has reached his ears or it's just loud enough for him to hear.

He surrenders, if only because he thinks fighting it will make this whole situation all the worse.

Eventually, he swallows down before saying: "Let go."