Genshin Impact: We have to find a way to abduct people.

Facts have proved that no matter how messed up the night before, you will have to put on a show in front of Paimon when you wake up the next morning.

You reap what you sow.

Wutong closed one eye, looked at Kong who silently cast a dissatisfied look at him, and picked up the fried fish on the plate, pretending not to know anything.

Today Wutong dug out a high-collared dress from the bottom of the cabinet that he had not worn for a long time. It was tight-fitting. If he had gone out, he would have just worn the white jade and red satin robe that he often wore. But it was still early to go out, and wearing a coat at home was too silly, so the tight-fitting sleeveless piece underneath was just used as a base, and then I casually pulled on a home-style pullover and loose sweatshirt, which was comfortable and just enough to cover the marks. It's really tight, and the weather now is also very nice, the sun isn't too strong, and there's a cool breeze blowing in all the time.

After breakfast, Sora sat on the sofa with one hand behind his head, grabbing an apple with the other and eating it while staring intently at Wutong who was washing grapes in the kitchen.

Her fingers with clear knuckles followed the clear water and fiddled with the green grape fruits piled up in the basin. With the force of gravity, even the cinnabar strings sliding down from the wrists were splashed with moisture and stained a little. Water damage.

After simply cleaning the fruit, he subconsciously closed the valve as if slamming a door, and naturally touched the injured area. On the slender index finger of the right hand, a square piece of plaster was applied to the joint. The effect was self-evident, it was just used to reduce swelling.

Moreover, he put it on himself when he got up this morning and was in the bedroom.

While eating, Paimon asked worriedly how he got hurt so carelessly. There is nothing suspicious about the reason Wutong gave. He was cleaning the dusty drawing board in the room and accidentally got pinched by a wooden shelf. It was not a big deal and it would be fine in a few days.

Kong's eyes unconsciously moved to the Wutong collar. Underneath the crimson sweatshirt was a black high-collar base. It looked the same as usual, but he knew that there were dots of red marks and teeth marks underneath the clothes.

Swallow the last bite of the apple, slide the tip of your tongue across your lips and teeth, and discard the core. Kong smiled, his eyes darkened, but he controlled it well, pretending not to be noticed at all.

Where to stay next time?

He reached out and took out the washed grapes from the basket, and joked with the two of them as usual. What commission would he get when he went out soon? Will it be a very troublesome type? After completing the commission, should we explore the ruins that were not fully explored before? The weather happens to be neither hot nor cold today.

As he spoke, Wutong's thin white wrist that was peeling passed before his eyes. Next to the protruding round bones was a string of cinnabar, the tendons on the back of the hand that appeared with the movement and the cyan blood vessels hidden under the skin, and on the little finger and ring finger of the left hand. In between, there is a conspicuous mole.

Sora bites through the thin skin, and the juice and pulp explode in his mouth.

After resting and getting up to go out, his eyes glanced at the safety lock hanging on the red string on Wutong's foot, which was resting quietly on the raised ankle bone.

Let him think about where to stay next time?

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Five days later.

After washing up, Wutong, who planned to make a glass of ice milk before going to bed because the weather was too hot, was approached by Kong and held in his arms.

"No, Sora."

"What's not allowed?" Kong tilted his head, moved the hand in front of him, and looked at him with an innocent face, his warm golden eyes were like pure honey, shimmering sweetly.

Of course, if you ignore the force that is secretly trying to put down Wutong's hand, the persuasiveness may be greater.

"..." What a great face, Kong. The sky is falling with this face on top of it, and I can already feel bright stars jumping on my face. It’s really too much, and now people are actually relying on their beauty to commit crimes. Wutong pursed his lips, but couldn't push it away, and tried to take his hand out, but it was of no use, so he said helplessly: "Didn't we agree to go to the Knights to find Captain Qin tomorrow, and the weather has been very hot recently. "

The implication is that no marks can be left. She has been wearing high-collar clothes for several days in a row and it will be too hot.

But those marks left before are about to disappear...

Sora was silent, and after he got closer, he put his lips against the pulse beat on the other person's wrist. He felt the resistance and the unconscious curling of his fingers. He smiled softly, with an expectant look in his eyes, and touched it lightly. He put it down, and then asked tentatively: "Then it's ok if you can't see it, right?"

This time it was Wutong's turn to be silent. Which link caused the problem? Did it trigger some strange hobby? It can't be that it's really a big dog with such itchy teeth. And the guy in front of her was really good at seducing her, using his nice voice, soft lips, probing eyes, and kissing movements.

Just assume that she will agree to those requests and condone those behaviors.

Wutong struggled with his hand, but this time it was easy to get rid of it.

However, the limit of movement should only be this. The rest is still this small inch. The distance between them is not widened at all. There is a posture of refusing to let go without giving an explanation. Wutong frowns and holds the eyes in front of him. His handsome face, his good teeth, she could not help but praising him for his professionalism, she was afraid that he would be proud of him.

Would you hate this look?

Looking at Kong who blinked, he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with him being like this. He was innocent and evil with a hint of darkness, like honey hanging on a spider's web.

Wutong lowered his eyes and his heart beat faster.

Hate? No, quite the opposite.

After all, strong possessiveness also represents a kind of belonging and attraction.

Sora, who had been waiting for a long time, wanted to get closer and kiss the corner of Wutong's mouth, reminding him that it was time to give him an answer.

Just out of sight, right?

But before the kiss fell, Wutong responded softly and then turned around. He wrapped his fingers around the hair and lifted the long hair that was scattered on his back, revealing the back of his neck that was rarely touched by the sun.

She hoped that she would always have this kind of magic power for Sora, whether it was exclusive possession, leaving traces, kissing, or biting.

Possess her, indulge in her like an addiction.

Because of this, she will never be left behind and never experience separation.

"Hiss...!" Wutong couldn't help but cry out in pain, lowering his head and wanting to bite his own finger. The hand on the back of his neck tightened because of the pain, and the other party's not-so-calm breath hit his fingertips.

However, Sora moved faster than her, and the next second the hand she was about to put in her mouth was grabbed and pinned to the counter.

The pressure on the side of the neck was stronger than the one before, and there was an illusion that it was definitely bleeding. Wutong squinted his eyes and held back the physiological tears, thinking that this mark would probably stay for a long time, at least half of the time. It won't disappear within a month. Sora's reaction must be too great.

After biting hard and licking softly, unexpectedly small kisses and pecks began to slide down the spine like beads.

"...No, Kong...can't..." Wutong felt bad. Even though he was still trembling from the stimulation, he tried his best to grab the hand that wanted to slip into his clothes.

And because he was stopped, dissatisfied teeth marks were punitively left on the section of the thirty-four spines that I didn't know was there. Then, the wet and hot kiss only stayed on the shoulder blades that were like the fluttering wings of butterflies. After a sigh, there was a dull sigh. A dull reply sounded.

After releasing his hand, Kong turned the person around and carried him to the stage. He was not the kind of unreasonable person. If the other person didn’t want to continue with the process, he wouldn’t leave. It was just a bit of torture for him, but he still comforted him. Kiss: "Okay, okay, thank you Ayu for meeting my little request. This is a reward."

Wutong, whose red eyes were circled at the end and forced to accept the so-called reward without saying a word, closed his eyes and couldn't help cursing in his heart.

A guy who takes advantage of others and behaves well even if he gets an advantage.