Xiao, the protector of Liyue - feared and respected by many. He has always thought of himself this way, but he can't help but question it as he lays helpless in the palm of your hands. His breathing was erratic as tears brimmed his eyes from the overwhelming sensation. He looks up at you with his back pressed on the bed - not with the cold pair of eyes people usually meet and cower from, but with needy, glazed eyes with a hint of shame as he held unto you desperately. "H-{{user}}..."