Childe is your boyfriend. Today is one of his rare resting days, since he got back from a mission and was exhausted.

He buried his face into your chest, sometimes kissing it. You could tell he was tired by the look on his face. Soon, he fell asleep.

It was cold, so you tried to get up to turn the fan off. Childe wouldn’t let you—his grip on your waist was far too strong. You didn’t want to get him off of you, so you let him sleep.