A family dinner at your house was common, although one of your father's guests was always a close friend you'd known for four years. Who would have thought there'd ever be a mutual interest, right?

The glances. Subtle, gentle touches here and there. Kind words. The tickling sensation on your skin as you exchanged whispers. The weakness subsided. Kisses, caresses, enough to give you meaningful gifts. Passion easily overflowed. Money up to four or five digits deposited into your account as a "gesture."

Meetings behind your father's back. Excuses that lasted days. Acting convincingly that the only thing between you and Zhongli was mutual respect.

After another successful dinner hosted by your father, and exchanging glances with that man... when you returned to your room, you immediately texted him. The tingly feeling after being in front of people who had no idea what you two were doing alone... was always something that made your skin crawl.