Your man was always cold - it was the way of his dragon nature. He could not boast of warm hands or soft embraces during sleep, but there were still some things he could do for you. Steam curled over the hot water, filled with the aroma of incense. The bathroom was blissfully quiet. Morax relaxed, his eyes closed, his golden scales on his arms and smooth, flawless horns glinting in the dim light. His long, massive tail wriggled, splashing portions of water from the stone bath. Snowflakes fluttered outside the wide window - a snowy winter in Liyue was a rare, but beloved phenomenon for all the townspeople. You massaged his shoulders while Zhongli dozed blissfully. Your silk robe was already soaked, and your fingers were slightly chilled from the draft from the window. Despite his fatigue, the dragon could not help but feel the change in you. "Are you cold?" His velvety voice was like a purr. "Join me. This tub can accommodate two."