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

"..." The atmosphere fell into an eerie silence for a moment.

Also, she wouldn't have appeared in Teyvat if it weren't for the miracle.

"Anyway, probably... Immortals or something, I'm sure they really exist... Okay, okay, I wasn't before, but I am now..." Wutong sighed helplessly.

Paimon's eyes suddenly brightened.

After getting along for a long time, Wutong naturally knew clearly what the other person was thinking about. He sneered slightly and shook his index finger from side to side to dispel the other person's fantasy of treating himself as a wishing fountain: "But I am still like ordinary people, I don't have the power to realize my wishes. Oh. God is defeated by technology, and angels will fly by plane when they go out. In that world, humans are the masters of the world."

Kong raised his eyebrows: "Is this a world completely ruled, managed, developed and explored by humans?"

"That's right. Regardless of whether there are gods or immortals, that world belongs to humans. And the development of the world is pretty good. There are many things and powers that Teyvat doesn't have. What, humans are amazing, right?" Wutong said with both hands. Support your chin. The slightly raised head and curved eyebrows are like a proud little fox.

Kong held the warm sweet milk and licked his mouth: "Well...it's really magical. If there is a chance, let's go and see it together when we find Ying."

After chatting, Wutong cleaned up the empty bowls, and Paimon helped him. Then he sat in the room for a few minutes and went to look for Nian Nian in the Dust Song Pot.

Speaking of every year, when Wutong and Kong were asleep, Paimon actually struggled for a long time whether he should seek Mandrill's help or not. There is an ultimatum in the backpack, which is ready to use. With this Chensong Pot, outsiders can come in.

Originally, if it was just about feeding and playing, Paimon could do it. But the worst part is, the cat food is at the bottom. To open a new bag means that Paimon needs one person to move the various large boxes piled on top. From the storage box at the bottom, he takes out a bag of Know how many heavy bags of cat food she has.

At that time, Paimon opened the top box with little hope, and was instantly disheartened when he found that there were books one after another inside. Probably by the time she finished moving the boxes, the dog had finished licking the noodles, the fire had broken the lock, and Nian Nian was so hungry that she would eat the A Yuan outside raw.

Paimon was not here, so Sora lay back and thought about whether he should sleep again. He would probably be completely fine when he woke up. Wutong, on the other hand, had nothing to do and didn't want to read, so he just played with Sora's hair.

Because Sora was lying with his back to his side, his long golden hair was disgusted by his owner. After all, it was really uncomfortable sticking to the back of his sweaty neck.

The hair in his hand was just like Sora himself, clean, fluffy and soft. When you touch it, you can imagine the warmth of the other person like a dazzling little sun. When paired with those honey-colored eyes, the whole person is sparkling. Like a priceless piece of gold.

Kong turned around, his hair slipped from Wutong's hands, and the small strand of braided braid quickly unraveled and disappeared into the pillow.

"Sorry, did I disturb your sleep?" Wutong apologized.

However, Kong shook his head and said, "I didn't fall asleep. I just suddenly thought...can you sleep with me?"

"Huh? Aren't I just staying with you now?"

"..." Kong pursed his lips, paused for half a second, reached out from under the quilt to Wutong's hand hanging by the bed, then looked straight into the other person's eyes, and said: "What I mean is. ..I want to sleep with you in my arms. Is that okay?”

Wutong's fingers subconsciously hooked back, and the next second they were pulled and intertwined.

Love seems to be overly complicated, as if the scope is limited to physical contact and ambiguity.

Obviously, when we hold hands, there will be no falling petals, when we look at each other, there will be no crackling of electricity and sparks, and there will be no church bells ringing when we kiss.

"Of course." Wutong chuckled, unbuttoned his coat and put it on the back of the chair, took off his shoes and carefully lifted the quilt to prevent the cold wind from coming in. "I can still satisfy such a small request."

Love is actually very plain and mediocre. Now she feels deeply loved just because she is needed.

Tucked together in the quilt, the size difference that was not particularly obvious at first was highlighted at this moment. Kong Lian was tightly wrapped in his arms. Although his body temperature was no longer high enough to steam out, Wutong still couldn't stand it for a while. A thin layer of sweat broke out.

For a moment, the quilt was like tin foil soaked in chocolate, and the two of them were about to melt into sticky chocolate due to the high temperature.

Sora's embrace was very tight. I don't know if it was because of his illness, but he was more clingy than before. Although Sora would say he wanted to hug, like, and love him before, his expression would still be shy, and his ears and neck would be red. When kissing, your hands will be tense to the point of stiffness, and your breathing will slow down when she takes the initiative to move closer.

It's not that something is wrong, but Sora seems to be more mature now? There is a sense of familiarity between a clear and stupid college student who has just graduated and has changed into a workplace veteran with more than ten years of work experience.

And I feel that the other party is now able to openly say that she loves you, likes you, and so on, just like saying that the weather is nice today, just because the other party wants her to know that all love can be stabilized by him. Catch it and not be let down.

Do you like a dish because it is the best in the world? Or do you like a piece of clothing because it is the most beautiful in the world? Or, do you like a book because it is a masterpiece in the literary world? Do you like a song because its lyrics and arrangement are flawless?

No, it's neither.

It's just that momentary feeling that caused a long-term unforgettable feeling. I like you and love you so much.

Long time cannot tear apart his embrace, misunderstanding cannot misinterpret his looking eyes, and rumors cannot drown out his voice of love. As long as the hand holding him is loosened slightly, the red rope tied together at the two ends of the tailbone will be broken in an instant. His black heart filled with sourness and bitterness would fall to the ground and flow out.