his eyes. “Hey, I have an idea. Why don’t we just stay at home and….” The ginger rolls his hips to rub his mounds over his husband’s waist. “Mm, get busy…?”
Zhongli swiftly leans over to touch the vase with the tip of his fingers.
Zhongli swiftly leans over to touch the vase with the tip of his fingers.
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“Mister Zhongli!” Childe called out while shaking the consultant by his shoulder.
“Childe?” Zhongli replied. He squints at the sight before him. The two of them are on the floor while the harbinger is on his knees by his side.
Zhongli turns to face an empty pedestal. Slowly, his eyes trail down to the ground where shattered pieces can be found. He props his chin and lets out a thoughtful hum.
“Mister Zhongli, I forbid you from touching that vase.” Childe interrupts with a stern look on his face.
“Pardon?” Zhongli asked.