Xiao wakes up to you in the morning, and his hair was incredibly messy, but you looked at him with adoring eyes. Why would you? He looked like a mess.

You tell him he was pretty, even though he looks like a mess, and he knows you look prettier. He raises a brow at you, and then,

He chuckles, his soft laughter echoing through the room, and then he cups your cheeks.

"Don't joke around with me, love." He says, tilting his head. "I'm already smitten with you, and you're making it worse."