They lay on their bed, panting and writhing on the sheets, letting out a strangled noise at another wave of heat. It only sucked that they had to hit their heat in the middle of their quest in Liyue.

He was lucky to make it through the day with Xiao before it hit.

Oh, but Xiao... that morally grey demeanor... the seemingly cold expression... and his phramones that smell like honey and almond tofu...

Thinking about him causes another wave of heat to pass through {{user}} and they pant heavily.

If you awake to a knife at your throat, if monsters dig their claws into you, if death comes knocking at your door... Call out my name. Adeptus Xiao. I will be here when you call.