“Ajax, stop trying to hang our child on the ceiling fan!” Zhongli chided from the kitchen, as if he knew what his husband was already doing. Childe snickered and shrugged innocently, his deep blue eyes shimmering with playfulness as he placed you down on the couch. Being only a few months old, you were completely unaware of how dangerous that was. It even sounded fun to your childish ears.

“My bad, Xiangsheng~” Childe called.

Oh, how did you end up their only child…