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

It just so happened that Xin Yan arrived in Mondstadt today and had not yet found a place to live. It’s not too early to drink now. Wutong decided to give up his residence to the other party.

There are exactly two rooms, one for Wan Ye and one for Xin Yan. It’s just a one-night stay, so it won’t be a problem.

After all, they don't just have this residence, they also have a Dust Song Pot.

Because Xin Yan doesn’t know Fischer yet. So on the way back, Paimon told the other party that the distinguished queen from a foreign country would be participating in this trip with her ministers.

Xin Yan suspected that he had drunk too much and seemed to have heard something terrible. She thought carefully before speaking, but she had no other intention. She just wanted to ask just in case... Well, by promoting the tour so actively, could it be... that she was acting as a shill for the Rainbow Tour? She felt that those people who rushed to other countries on the rainbow tour, but were eventually let go, weren't they deceived into traveling?

ah--! I know no one believes it!

Paimon was angry and ate the two adventurer egg castles angrily.

However, whether it is the princess, the courtiers, the talking crow, the swordsman from a foreign land, the musicians from other countries... everyone is a distinguished guest of Summer Island. Unfortunately, Wendy said that he had work these days and couldn't go. He agreed to a little lady with cat ears and a cat tail, and he would sing for the other party's tavern to attract business and defeat the competition.

Ah, yes, this is the family with Six-Fingered Joseph.

As for allergies, Wendy said he could sing from the rooftops. After all, this little lady said that as long as she could gain an advantage in sales, she would be willing to buy him wine for a whole month. This kind of good thing is simply tailor-made for him!

So, don't pay attention to him. Have fun, it’s sure to be a lot of fun this summer.

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For some reason, she was sitting at the table drinking sweet water to relieve her hangover, but the next second she was carried to the table. Wutong propped himself up, thankful that he didn't have the habit of randomly placing pens, rulers and other tools, otherwise he might have caused trouble.

"Are you drunk?" Kong asked softly, taking off his earrings at the same time. As if on a whim, he reached out and put Wutong's red tassel earrings on his ears.

What...?

The cyan jade was shining in the strands of blond hair. When she lowered her head, the tail of the red tassel just brushed her cheekbones. In fact, Wutong likes wheat fields. She was born in the north, where rice is rare and wheat is mostly grown. Although people in Maimangza also love people, when the wind blows, it brings out a lot of waves, which is gold and hope.

Wutong was fascinated and murmured: "So beautiful..."

Putting the hangover gadget away, Kong heard such an erroneous answer, smiled slightly, lowered his eyes, and followed the other person's unconscious movement of reaching out and moved closer.

Under the dim lamplight, everything was in shadow, only these eyes, the eyes that made him fall in love at first sight from the very beginning. Under the influence of alcohol, he appears more passionate.

Shining and touching.

He raised his head, straightened his neck, and slightly opened his moist and shiny lips. He was the only one who could see clearly, and only his own eyes could be seen clearly.

Kong felt thirsty and subconsciously licked his lower lip. Brushing away the hair that fell on the other person's face: "Why do you keep looking at me?"

"because..."

"Ok?"

"..."

Not getting an immediate response, Sora tried to use a kiss mixed with the sweet taste of honey to bring back Wutong's overly immersed thoughts, but with little success. Wearing only a simple white shirt at home is still enough to attract Wutong to the point where he can't take his eyes away. Although his lips are already touching, Wutong still thinks that the space in front of him is an art that cannot be desecrated in the ancient Roman temple and is filled with sunlight. Taste. Appreciation, fanaticism, persistence, like a sculptor who uses a cone hammer to chisel plaster, letting a kiss be dedicated to the cold work.

The amber eyes closed for a moment and then opened again. He held the guy sitting on the table with his free hand, and straightened his arm to reach the satin randomly placed beside the bed. The thin lips should be pursed into a straight line, but the corners of the naturally smiling lips are raised, which makes it difficult to tell that my mood is not very good. The neck that is tilted to one side, the light and shadow are impeccable, the lines are connected smoothly and perfectly, and the blond hair hanging from the collarbone exposed under the collar to the chest makes people's hearts beat faster.

This is probably what my mother calls "never tire of" and "the perfect model."

"...my mother...will like you very much..."

Kong was stunned for a moment, laughed out loud, and brushed the corner of the other person's eyes with his fingertips: "Thank you."

The next second, his vision was blocked. The eyes were covered by the silk curtains, and it was dark except for the little warm yellow light leaking out. Deprived of vision, not only do you need to use touch to judge things, but you also need to feel them.

Wutong's brain was instantly disconnected.

"Ah Yu, are you drunk?"

The hairpin holding her hair was slowly pulled away, and it was obvious that her own hair fell down, but she still trembled. The hand that caught Maura in the tavern rested on her thigh, skipped the normal social boundaries, and began to touch the contours and body temperature of her waist through the clothes with her fingers, and then pushed up from the hem of the clothes and inward.

Small kisses extended from the temples to the chin, past the heated cheeks and earlobes, and entangled the soft lips. Feeling the fabric of his chest being tightened, Sora asked again and got the answer that he was not drunk.

Being drunk means you are unconscious, right?

When you're drunk, you won't have feelings or reactions.

Like you said a long time ago.

"...Yu..."

"...Ah Yu...will...?"

what?

Wutong panted and slurred and asked subconsciously, his brain was in a mess and his breathing was disordered, like a fish out of water. As I was sobbing and soaking my eyes with tears, a new question rang in my ears again, mixed with the sound of the quilt rubbing together, like murmuring to myself.

Wutong loosened his grip on the pillow and wanted to stand up and pause this consensual pleasure. Perhaps at this time, 80% of the questions uttered by the other party do not need to care about the specific content, but curiosity is magical, and it is not less than one or two sentences.

From the desk to the bed, she was indeed not drunk, otherwise she would not be so cooperative. Even when he was blindfolded, he could hold a pen on paper with trembling hands and write the love poem he would write after losing the bet of Palmora. You can also indulge the other party to put on the back cloud that you bought without knowing it at some time, and bite the beads on the feather earrings. The cold silver bead chain was stuck to her back, because it made it impossible for her to lie down.

Who makes a certain guy insist on trying to figure out the result she wants in her heart, and keeps talking about Ah Yu and Ah Yu? Guess whether Maura is positive or negative? Ah Yu Ah Yu, how many wins and losses are there in tonight's gambling?

Now she recalled intermittently that during the bet between her and Wendy Palmora, other people came over with drinks, and they all played together for many rounds.

...Is he jealous?