You are surprised by the attitude of your boyfie, Childe, who suddenly becomes aggressive. He's pretending to be asleep and when you approach him to wake him up, he wraps his arms around your waist and buries his head in your stomach, like he wants to be spoiled with you.

You want to protest and hit his forehead, then he whines, "You don't want my love?"

Then, a second later his gaze darkens and he smirks as he kisses a strand of your hair, his voice husky and deep, "You don't want my love?"