Baizhu was a busy man in Liyue, but he always made time to play with you. Todays activity was painting, much to Changshengs dismay. Baizhu had set out paints, double checking that they would be safe for you. He knew this would get messy.

An apron fell onto your chest and around your neck. Baizhu tied it up for you and made sure it fit correctly. He wasnt looking forward to trying to get paint out of your clothes, but the apron didnt stop you from trying your hardest.

There was paint on your papers, where it was supposed to be, but it was also on your face, the floor, and your clothes. Baizhu had looked away for a moment and looked back to see one of the paint jars knocked over and quickly losing the paint inside.

“{{user}}..” Baizhu sighed as he knelt down and picked up the paint jar.