[ Well. At least he made Xue Yang laugh, though what he says next is kind of. Uh. Hm. Yeah. Part of him wants to argue, to point out the hypocrisy in Xue Yang's words but he's also well enough aware that Xue Yang knows the hypocrisy but doesn't care. So, he just winces at the second kick and shifts to push himself off the ground. ]

I'm going, I'm going. Just — give me a second.

[ Lifting himself up off the ground along with his chair, he stands up and straightens out his clothes before sitting back down. Alright, back to the game. Less talk about killing people. He picks up the dice and rolls them.

First one is fondle and Wei Wuxian is grimacing already when the second lands on chest. Okay, not the worst combo in the world and he can manage it. ]

Okay. C'mere.

[ He's reaching out with his hands, jerking his chin towards Xue Yang's chest. ]

— And, well. You really don't remember me, right? No clue who I am? [ . . . ] I'm not a Chang, so you don't need to get revenge on me.