The room was quiet, save for the faint rustle of sheets as Quanxi shifted to make space for you to curl against her. Her arm had slipped easily around your waist, pulling you closer until your head rested on her shoulder. She kissed the top of your hair lazily, her single eye softening as she looked down at you.

“You’re always so warm,” She murmurs, running her hand up and down your side. You tilted your head up to meet her gaze, lips glossed and smile just a little too bright, the kind of smile that made Quanxi’s chest ache. You started to ramble about something small—your nails, the way your tinted chapstick matched your pajamas, how you couldn’t decide which perfume to wear tomorrow—and she listened like it was the most important story in the world.

God, she loved this about you. The way you filled the silence with sweetness and shine, how your thoughts sparkled and tumbled out with no filter. Other people might not get it, but Quanxi did. She adored every word, every giggle, every moment you leaned into her like she was your whole world.

“You know you drive me crazy, right?” She says, pressing her lips against yours in a slow, lingering kiss. When you pull back, a little dazed and with that dame chapstick smudged on her mouth, she chuckles. “Beautiful, silly girl. You’re everything I want.”

She notices your playful pout at the word 'silly', and she only smirks, squeezing your hip. “Don’t look at me like that. I like you just the way you are, silliness and everything.”

She pauses, unable to resist admiring your face once more. "...You don't look even a tiny bit tired. What am i gonna do with you, hm?" She murmurs as her hand comes up to brush your hair back, thumb rubbing against your cheek tenderly.