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

There was silence for a while.

Sora didn't dodge, and looked directly into the light's burning eyes without fear, meeting those golden eyes.

The old deer in his heart started making noises again. For no reason, he wanted to laugh a little and asked: "Do you want to go to the sea to catch the sun?"

Wutong chuckled: "Are you short of water in your five elements? Why do you like to walk into the sea all day long?"

Although he said this, he just sighed and said something, and then took off his coat, gloves and shoes, stepped on the beach barefoot and walked in.

So Kong smiled even happier, like honey mixed with sugar. He is a ruthless and stingy traveler. So many people passing by ask for the roses he planted and his honey. He has been focused on it for many years. How come he met you, Wutong? When he meets you, all he knows is that he is holding your hand and asking you to choose the one you like best, for fear of not being liked or not being attractive enough. Whatever you want is fine, as long as you stay here.

Like phototaxis, like addiction, like being drunk.

"I like you so much."

Express your feelings suddenly, no longer beat around the bush, no longer use metaphors and personifications. If you don't read poetry or play the piano, if you don't be a poet or a romantic who creates surprises, tonight, the traveler just wants to transgress.

Although the two of them had been together for several months, Wutong still blushed with pure innocence, her heart skipped a beat, she froze, and stopped walking towards the sea.

"I like it so much, I like it so much."

The sound of footsteps cutting through the water came from behind. A hand went around the side of her neck and unfastened the neck ring around her neck. She pushed aside the covering hair and kissed the scabbed tooth marks.

Do you know it?

Wutong trembled, holding Kong's arm around his waist from behind, and bowed his head obediently, exposing the traces more completely.

Known.

Know clearly and joyfully.

Kong restrained himself from stopping at kissing, then took out the gift he had prepared and presented it to her.

"Is this... a hairpin?"

"Well, I wanted to give you a wooden hairpin, but I couldn't find a suitable one, so I chose this one. Didn't you say you like red before? I thought it should be this red. I also asked Mr. Zhongli about the jade on it. He said that this jade has a very good meaning and can ward off evil spirits, and its name is Nanhong."

Nan Hong, once he saw Nan Hong, he lost his life.

Wutong touched the brocade-red jade embedded in the tail of the hairpin in his hand. More subtle than roses, gentler than blood, it is as red as Mr. Yao, not dazzling, not gaudy, so soft and warm. The golden ginkgo leaves on it are dotted around, like familiar stars. I just mentioned it casually, but the other party actually remembered it.

"Do you like it?" Kong was a little nervous.

He gave her a hairpin, but she didn't know how to tie her hair. The other party knew this. Wutong turned around and responded with action. He raised his hand and pulled off the ribbon at the end of his hair. He then used his fingers as a comb to slowly comb his hair.

There are various flowers floating on the sparkling water. The hand with clear joints is wrapped around three thousand blue hairs, and then slowly falls down as it moves backwards. He lowered his eyes and bit the hairpin that he didn't know where he had put in his mouth. He looked up at him silently while looking for where he had left it.

Sora felt a little thirsty.

The darkening sky was like an accomplice, covering up the madness and desire in his eyes. Kong took the ribbon from the other person's hand and took off the hairpin he was holding in his mouth. I secretly practiced the hair twisting countless times in private and successfully completed it in just a few seconds. When he put his hand down, a few strands of silky long hair slipped through his fingers.

As she expected, the other party would definitely not give away useless things. This low ponytail hairstyle looked really technical. Wutong shook his head and touched it. The hairpin was very stable and completely perfect. It won’t fall off: “I like it very much. I like it the most. Then please help me in the future.”

"it is good."

A kiss fell that could not be refused.

Kong watched Wutong obediently close his eyes, and after a brief taste, he pinched the hot silk ribbon with dark lines in his hand to wrap around his eyes, and then quickly tied a knot behind his head.

Feeling the sudden deprivation of vision, Wutong instinctively began to panic: "Empty?! Uh..."

"Don't be afraid, it's okay."

The bitter and salty taste once again stimulated the taste buds. The other party's fingers dipped in seawater were dominating her mouth, sometimes pressing the surface of her tongue, sometimes sliding over the tips of her teeth, or stirring her fingers in circles or tapping the roof of her mouth, Wutong. He couldn't stand this kind of stimulation, and the sobs he had no time to swallow and the shame in his heart caused the satin binding his eyes to start to fade a little darker.

Hold on a little longer, Wutong.

Just a little longer.

Sora probed deeper with his hand, but when he reached the critical point, the other person raised his head and started coughing. He had no choice but to take a step back, gently pinch the tip of his tongue, and then continue his previous actions.

Because he opened his mouth for a long time, his jaw was sore and he had a physiological reflex to close it, so his fingers moving back and forth would inevitably hit his teeth. He pulled his fingers apart two or three times, Kong frowned, and coaxed Wutong, who was unable to speak now: "Be good, don't Bite, hurt.”

He felt the other person freeze, as if he was making a huge decision. Half a minute later, Wutong gently grabbed his wrist and held it there to prevent him from moving. After swallowing, he stuck out his tongue and licked the phalange he had just bitten, and then I just wanted to take his hand out.

Kong's ears were already red and hot, and now he wanted to dive into the water to cool down his whole head. He took a deep breath, exhaled it slowly, lowered his eyes, and watched the other person take his hand out of his mouth. He didn't do anything, but when he was about to pull it all out, he unexpectedly stuffed it all in, and then gave up quickly. After twitching twice, he stopped his hand, and before Wutong could have any overly dissatisfied reaction, he tilted his head and kissed her.

Wait a minute.

While kissing, he tied the strap hanging behind his head. In fact, in addition to the Nanhong hairpin, he also bought a string of long back clouds. He was obviously just passing by, but when he came to his senses, he had already bought it and held it in his hand. The long one ran along his beautiful back and was worn by Wutong. It must look good.

It's okay, don't be in a hurry.

The silk ribbon was hooked by the index finger and fell silently. The soft ribbon slipped and lay in the palm of my hand, and I couldn't bear to hold it tightly.

He has a long, long time to wait.

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The next morning.

Wutong sat back on the chair and tapped the back of the chair with her fingers while waiting for Sora to help her tie her hair. She had to find something to do for herself, otherwise she was really afraid of falling down and falling unconscious.

"Are you still sleepy? I feel like you've been tired recently. Why don't you go to Bubulu when you come back?" Sora approached, and after receiving the routine good morning kiss, he wiped away the tears that overflowed from the other party's yawns with his fingers. .

When Wutong heard the words Bu Bu Lu, he had a physical headache. The memory of being tortured by bitter medicine came back. It was more effective than any strange trick. Half of his drowsiness was gone in an instant, and he shook his head and decisively refused.

Regarding the recent incident in the dark room, it's not that she doesn't want to talk to Sora, but that she can't. Whenever she wants to utter a related word, the dark room in her mind is more sensitive than her, and she starts to call the police. Forbidden forbidden, wrong wrong. It was very annoying, but inexplicably, she and Qingqiu were able to talk.

So I’ve been feeling this a lot lately, and there’s really nothing I can do about it. You can't just stab yourself every day and call out the ferocious demon, without fighting or eating, just to talk about how the two of them resisted.

It's so weird, I feel like I'm being dragged to a psychology class.

Moreover, in her humble opinion, the small black room did not seem to notice the space where Qingqiu met her in the dreamland at night. She even cursed several times and did not react at all.

Yesterday I discussed with Qingqiu how to take the initiative to enter the dark room. Because in the past, the little black room would pull her in, and then kick her out after everything was done, like an uncle.

Today, every farmer must learn to become the master. As the saying goes, princes, princes, and generals should be in love with each other!

As for how to tell Sora about this, she planned to try some trickery with Qingqiu to get rid of bugs or something.