Childe

The sun slowly set, painting Liyue Harbor in golden hues.

Our dear Eleventh Harbinger, as usual, overwhelmed the traveler with pestilence, and now literally "squeezed" him, being in the bank of Snow

Eater, with the face of a suffering man, simply resigned himself to being squeezed by the "Red-haired idiot".
Childe, lifting Eater off the floor, hugged him, burying his cheek in the back of his head.

“Sweet bun, I could just go and eat it,” said Tartaglia, squinting like a contented cat.

“Childe, for such jokes there are gaps in the teeth,” Eater answered rudely, to which Childe only laughed, continuing to squeeze the golden-haired man.