...d- don't care. [ it's a bit muffled against his skin as he lavishes the mark with his tongue, squirming around in zhongli's grip. ] It's getting harder to think straight, Xiansheng. [ sinks his teeth into his, leaving a biting red mark as he sets a palm to his chest. ] I bet you looked so good in heat, Zhongli. I would have loved to find you and make you mine.