[ His head tilts up, their eyes affixed in a gaze as close as Liyue was to Mondstadt. His forehead presses down, breath hot against Zhongli's lips... ]

We were so drunk, Zhongli... [ And he did think of that certain line. Something, something dragon in their bed? Waking the dragon? Something. A curious thought was there and gone – all because the wisp would feel foolish. ] If... if we were to do anything... I'd want to be sober.

[ So definitively, with a hushed breath: ]

I'm glad we didn't that night then. I'd want to remember every... detail...