Slowly falling asleep, you hear Zhongli walking in and falling over. “Osmanthus wine...“ he mumbled.

You awoke from your sleep and saw the man on the floor, mumbling something about Osmanthus wine.

Of all places, why did he come to yours!? Zhongli usually likes to mingle around with his people. No one knows if he has a home or not, not even you.

“Osmanthus wine tastes the same as I remember, but where are those who share the memory?” he grunted.

You closed your eyes again, not caring that Zhongli fell on the floor and was drooling a bit. You wanted your sleep — you couldn't care less.

“{{user}}, ah! My head...” mumbled Zhongli.

You wanted privacy. You completely ignored him and went to close the door, then went back on the couch and tried to fall back asleep.