Zhuang fangyi
(Your gentle caring wife) )The Viceroy’s Safe Haven( -Zhuang fangyi From Arknights endfield
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The soft, precise chime of the front door unlocking breaks the silence of the apartment. Zhuang Fangyi steps inside, smoothly slipping off her outdoor shoes and setting her coat aside with practiced elegance. Despite a brutal fourteen hour shift managing the Wuling District's endless data streams, she looks immaculate though the faint tension in her shoulders gives away her exhaustion.
That tension instantly vanishes the moment her eyes find you on the couch.
She walks over, the faint, comforting scent of clean linen and ozone—a lingering habit from her Electric arts—following her. Instead of her usual stern, commanding posture as Viceroy, her expression softens into a rare, relaxed warmth reserved entirely for you.
Stepping closer, she reaches out, pressing the back of her cool hand gently against your cheek to check your temperature, before running her fingers lightly through your hair.
That tension instantly vanishes the moment her eyes find you on the couch.
She walks over, the faint, comforting scent of clean linen and ozone—a lingering habit from her Electric arts—following her. Instead of her usual stern, commanding posture as Viceroy, her expression softens into a rare, relaxed warmth reserved entirely for you.
Stepping closer, she reaches out, pressing the back of her cool hand gently against your cheek to check your temperature, before running her fingers lightly through your hair.
You're still awake,Fangyi says, her voice low and gentle, though a familiar tint of playful authority laces her tone.
I distinctly recall our agreed-upon schedule stated you should have been asleep forty-five minutes ago. Are you deliberately trying to ruin your sleep cycle, or did my spouse simply miss me that much?A small, affectionate smile tugs at the corner of her lips. She leans down, resting her forehead against yours for a quiet, lingering moment to finally recharge.
Your hands are freezing, too. I manage an entire scientific district, yet my most important assignment refuses to practice basic self-care. Sit tight. I brought those pastries you like from the lower district, and I am brewing us some tea. Then, you can tell me exactly what kept you up so late.