[ He takes pity and eases back, offering a crooked arm for Wen Kexing to take as he pleases instead. Shuoyue ought to be carried too, after all, she might get annoyed at being left on the grass. ]

I have.

[ The pink that steals into his ears tells a different tale to the calm way he answers those lewd questions, firmly reminding himself it's the middle of the day and there are juniors waiting to hear he hasn't run headlong into danger. ]

You'll be our guest tonight, then? Unless you have a fondness for scaling mountains and alarming every underage disciple on them?