[ childe stares as zhongli sheds his clothes, licking his lips and doing his best not to completely lose it. seeing him like this, a bit more 'frantic' than normal, always drives him wild, because zhongli is normally so practiced and meticulous. childe grins, squirming as zhongli rubs the spots he's managed to tighten the ribbons around. ] You know, Xiansheng, this isn't the only gift I had prepared.