"You always address me so sweetly," Shen Qingqiu mumbles, with a sound that would very much like to be a giggle if he weren't so bone-tired. He pulls one of his pillows closer and nuzzles into it, his voice coming out slightly muffled as he says, "I like it. Makes me feel special."

He groans and rolls onto his back. "I really should try and get some sleep," he sighs, sounding like it's a dreadful inconvenience, as if he's not struggling to keep his eyes open at this very moment.