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

June 1st is Paimon's birthday.

On that day, the elf was a birthday boy, and he received no less of the treatment he deserved.

Breakfast, lunch and dinner were all filled with favorite foods. Even the pan-fried pork with honey sauce and carrots, which I have always been craving for, was on the table for the first time, but this was the only dish I bought. Because it is really difficult for Wutong to accept this kind of muddy and sticky stuff. When I cook it, I feel like my whole pot and my whole soul have been stained.

And she doesn't like carrots.

Lunch was well prepared by Wutong, and of course the hometown specialty longevity noodles was a must. A soft-boiled egg lay on it, garnished with green vegetables next to it, followed by three prawns and shiitake mushrooms, steaming hot. The aroma was overflowing, and Paimon was so considerate that not even a drop of the soup was left.

At dinner, the lottery ticket that was overdue for almost half a year was finally used. If it wasn't for his overconfidence and lack of energy, Paimon could have slapped the table and shouted for all the food in the store to get a portion. But after all, the birthday girl must also avoid waste.

After eating and drinking, we went shopping again. They didn't stop them from buying whatever they wanted along the way. They just let Paimon go. When they saw something strange and interesting, the little tour guide just pointed it out and paid for it. It's a generous purchase, and it's a joy to buy.

So it was inevitable that I bought a lot of things that Sora would complain about purely IQ tax in the past. Maybe Sora still wants to speak now, but because he is the birthday boy, he hesitates and holds back. If he really wants to say anything, he has to Wait until you step over that subway.

After covering the sleeping Paimeng's belly, Wutong closed the door and went to the restaurant to clear away most of the cakes that they used to make fun of each other with Sora. In fact, she still doesn't know how this activity expanded. It was obvious that she was just dipping her fingers in cream and scraping her nose at the beginning.

And after the melee, Paimon and Wutong washed up together. Paimon had finished washing, but Wutong was still battling with the cream stuck in his hair. Not to mention Sora. As a boy, he used to wash very quickly, but this time he directly set a record for the longest time.

Wutong knelt on the sofa and put away the banners and balloons that had been hung on the wall early in the morning. He looked at the sofa cover that had survived. Fortunately, their fight did not spread to the living room, otherwise today's tidying up project would be really big. . However, the carpet was badly damaged, because when Sora was holding a cake tray to slam Paimon in the face as he was flying around, he stepped on the butter she dropped on the floor, causing him to fall and gnaw on the dirt. After a perfect parabola, in full view of everyone, he fell.

Packed up from half past ten to almost twelve o'clock.

"Huh..." After everything was cleaned, Wutong slumped on the sofa tiredly and took a long breath. She felt that the bath was the same as if it had not been washed, but if she was asked to go in and take a shower now, it would be better to forget it. , she would rather open the door and squat outside to enjoy the breeze.

Sora was tired, but most of his thoughts still wanted to get close to her again. Once he got close, he would pounce on Wutong.

Wutong squinted his eyes and felt that the place where the two of them were pressed together was slowly starting to heat up and make him sweat, so he decided to remind him: "Song, summer is coming."

"Huh? What, I don't understand." Sora completely rejected this.

Ugh, so hot...

When she was in college, her professional courses and teachers really didn't teach her how to make such a fairy as an air conditioner. It was possible for her to design a good-looking air conditioner... This is not the crime, she was just a hard learner. architectural.

Wutong decided to find another way: "Speaking of which, the Chensong Pot...does it have a constant temperature adjustment function?"

Kong thought for a while: "There should be some. When I went in to place the furniture a few days ago, I felt that the temperature inside seemed to be the same after working for a long time. I'll ask Yuan about it next time I go in."

After hugging enough, Kong stood up and adjusted his posture, letting Wutong lean on the armrest of the sofa, bending his legs and putting them on his lap. Then he picked up the fan placed on the coffee table and fanned slowly: "Speaking of, When Yula and I were learning aristocratic etiquette, we read in a book that there is a kissing etiquette between close lovers."

"Ah, kiss good morning and kiss good night. Is there anything else besides this?" Wutong glanced at the hand that was playing with the safety lock on his ankle and ignored it.

"others?"

"Like a kiss on the cheek? A kiss on the cheek or something like that."

After recalling it, he found that he had indeed never seen any relevant records. Sora shook his head: "What is that?"

"In my world, other gentlemen's children have the same etiquette. It doesn't matter whether they are close or not. Acquaintances just lightly touch each other's right cheek with the left cheek, and then take turns. The kiss on the cheek is also almost."

In my memory, there was an occasion when Mr. Italian, Mr. French, and Mr. Yao met to discuss a certain business. They got off the plane to say hello. When the first two gentlemen came close to each other for a face-to-face kiss, Mr. Yao's eyes widened and retreated in the gap. Step, really serious. And to this day, that picture is still a well-known emoticon, used in various shocking situations.

Sora lowered his head and kissed him goodnight before going to sleep: "That's it, it's really warm."

"Yes."

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Another week has passed, nearly half of June has passed, and it will soon be June 27th.

"Speaking of which, Sora, Paimon, haven't we seen little Keli for a long time?" Wutong received a few small daisies on his pillow this morning. After completing the commission, he picked up the flowers from his pocket and shook them. He said to the two people beside him.

After Paimon saw the flower in the other world, he counted on his fingers: "Yes, let's go and play with her, but...where will she be at this time?"

Kong collected the reward and said, "Why don't we go to the Knights to have a look."

Come to the Knights.

As soon as she entered the door, she saw Keli standing at the top of the stairs. She was carrying a leather backpack and a beret decorated with feathers and four-leaf clovers on her head. Her eyes were closed, she was holding flowers in her arms, and there were flowers at her feet. There are little daisies one after another.

"She's over there! Wow, there are so many flowers, what's the matter... Xiao Keli, here we come, long time no see!" Paimon first marveled at the number of flowers piled up, and then flew closer.

The child who heard the voice opened his eyes and said happily: "Ah! It's Sister Wutong, Brother Honorary Knight and little Paimon!"

Then she flew into Wutong's arms, raised her head, and her eyes were like beautiful rubies: "Keli had been thinking about Sister Wutong just now, and then sister appeared. Little Daisy didn't lie!"

Wutong hooked his fingers, and the flowers piled on the ground floated and connected, and finally condensed into a small glowing ball. Just like giving birth to a new baby, in an instant, a shining, fresh little daisy that had just bloomed was held in the hand and pinned to Keli's elf ear.

"Sister and Keli made a promise, didn't they? So, what happened?" Wutong touched Keli's little head and asked.

"I received a terrible, terrible letter. I have to go somewhere!"

Paimon tilted his head and looked at Keli's expression as if she was facing an enemy: "A terrible letter?"

Because he nodded heavily, the hair on his side also swayed. Wutong could not bear to touch it, but he secretly despised it in his heart.

Wutong, Wutong, how could you do this!

Even though children are so confused, you, a terrible adult, still only think it’s cute!

...cute.