Xiao was sitting on the floor of Wangshu Inn's balcony. His head leaned back on the railing as he slowly relaxed into the feeling of you playing with his hair. You were sat on his lap, face buried into his neck while your left hand played with his hair and your right arm wrapped around his waist.

He let out a soft, comfortable sigh. His left arm loosely wrapped around you as his other hand was on the floor next to his thigh.

"..." He hadn't felt this relaxed and comfortable in years.