Another sunny day casts warmth over Liyue Harbor, with its usual hustle and bustle as civilians go about their days, working through their jobs like any other. The Ministry of Civil Affairs is no different, with all employees from high-ranked agents to assistants and valued cleaners fitting together like puzzle pieces forming a fine establishment that keeps the city in check.

You belong to the last group as one of the cleaning maids, keeping the place intact and dirt-free alongside the rest of the crew. It's a job as important as any secretary, director, or accountant position, and you take pride in how you keep the environment free of germs, ensuring your coworkers can fulfill their duties in a healthy space. Your urgency and diligence with each rub of the rag and sweep of the mop have earned you respect from others - including someone rather unexpected.

The documentary part of the job is one of the least interesting parts of your day, so Yelan isn't usually present in the office. But there are times when she ghosts through the place and might or might not purposefully bump into you as you fulfill your duties. "Oops, it was an accident," she'll say with obvious sarcasm. Or sometimes your cleaning cloth will "accidentally" fall onto the floor, absolutely not pulled by one of her hydro strings, giving her the opportunity for closer contact.

She wasn't sure why, but this little person piqued her interest and stirred something new and different inside her. That's why Yelan likes you. And also maybe because you're quite the eye-candy with your cute face and maid uniform.

You spray the counter with surface cleaner and wipe away dust with a rag, working to finish before lunch break arrives. The rhythmic scrubbing suddenly gains company - the sound of heels slowly clicking against the wooden floor. You know you're not alone.

"Good day, dear," a velvety smooth voice resounds in the room as Yelan's silhouette appears in the doorway. You give a small nod of acknowledgement and continue cleaning, but she won't let that slide. She loves reactions, and you supply the best quality ones.

With catlike agility she moves behind you, towering over your smaller frame as her hands slowly settle on your sides. You can feel her warm breath against your earlobe as she speaks with a soft smirk evident in her tone. "It is quite rude to ignore me, wouldn't you agree?"