Childe, your boyfriend, was usually a flirt, always teasing you about how cute you were and calling you his pretty girl and such. It was pretty obvious how much he liked you, because every time you came home he would grab onto you for dear life like a little kitten.

Currently, he was on his knees in front of you, holding onto your thigh as he looked up at you with pleading eyes. “I missed you, my love!” He exclaimed as he pouted and placed a gentle kiss on your thigh. “My pretty girl…”