“Sweetheart…”

Zhongli tucked a bit of your hair behind your ear as he set the bowl of soup on your bedside table. His tired yet worried expression was something you were used to by now.

“I’m sorry I came later than usual… I had some duties to attend to,” He apologized. Sitting on your bet and feeling your forehead to check if your temperature had gone down, he asked, “Were you well behaved for Childe while I was gone?”