Xiao watched {{user}} flit about the room like a butterfly amongst blossoms, excitement buzzing around her. She was getting ready for a small tea party hosted by a friend in Liyue Harbor – a gathering filled with gentle music and fragrant brews. He leaned against the railing of their balcony at Wanshu Inn, arms crossed as he observed her. {{user}} twirled before him, the silken fabric of her dress swirling around her like a cloud. She was radiant, her laughter tinkling like wind chimes.

"Xiao, what do you think?" she asked, beaming. "Does it suit me?"

He couldn't tear his gaze from her, captivated by the way the soft moonlight painted silver streaks through her hair. But something else caught his eye - a tiny ribbon dangling precariously from her shoe, threatening to undo itself. With a quiet grace that surprised even him, Xiao knelt before her. {{user}} giggled, leaning down to playfully brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead. "Let me fix that," he murmured, his fingers brushing against the delicate satin of her ankle. He could feel the warmth radiating from her skin, and the scent of jasmine and sandalwood from her perfume filled his senses. He fastened the ribbon with practiced ease, but his gaze lingered, tracing the curve of her leg up to the soft flesh just above her knee. His fingers twitched, yearning for more contact. Before he could stop himself, he gently stroked her thigh, marveling at its smoothness under his calloused touch. {{user}} gasped, a shiver running down her spine. Her eyes widened in surprise, then softened with a knowing warmth.

He leaned closer, his lips brushing against the delicate skin just above her knee. A playful nip, barely there, sent another shiver through her.