Genshin Impact: Please don’t bully me, fellow stragglers

Most of the wounds on Nanke's body have scabbed over. Only the wound on Nanke's back is too deep and a little inflamed. The dressing needs to be changed every two days.

A few days ago, when Asase Hibiki and Awang were still there, in line with the distinction between men and women, they put up a wooden screen to separate the bunks of the stragglers. While the stragglers were packing up the dishes, Nanke hid behind the screen holding the bandaging supplies. Finally, cut the bandage wrapped diagonally on the chest.

Fuzi squatted on the side and looked at her curiously. After a while, half-tearing and half-biting the discarded bandage, he rolled on the ground and started playing with himself.

It would be nice to have a mirror.

Nanke slowly tore off the fabric adhering to the wound on his back, frowning in pain and holding his breath.

The backhand movement couldn't help but involve the wound, and she gave up halfway through her efforts.

After making mental preparations for a long time, I picked up my clothes and prepared to turn around and shout "National Collapse", but I saw the straggler himself leaning calmly on the edge of the screen.

A certain string in Nanke's mind was struck hard, and he quickly covered his chest.

How long had he been standing there? !

"Have you decided to beg me?" The soldier's expression was calm, and his tone was a bit sure that she would succumb to the twists and turns of reality.

Nanke composed himself, and it took him a long time to find his voice: "Can you... help me?"

"Meow?" The sleeping boy who was lying on his back on the floor was kicked out in a spin, and he let out a low, confused cry.

The afterglow of the setting sun had not yet dissipated and was reflected from the window behind him. Nanke lowered his head and watched the long shadow of the straggler approaching, overlapping with his own, turning into a warm gray mass.

The skirmisher behind her seemed to be half-kneeling, with one hand casually placed on her right shoulder and the other pressing her wound.

The fingers that had just touched the water felt cool and comfortable, which dissipated some of the pain. I gently moved the gauze that had solidified on the surface of the wound and was inseparable from the blood scab.

"I thought you didn't know the pain," his well-jointed fingers held a small piece of bandage and stretched it out, soaked it in the wine bowl at Nanke's hand for a few seconds, then retracted it, and after a while, the alcohol evaporated from his back. "The self-healing ability is so poor that it keeps bumping up every time."

"It just happens that the statue here... huh!" Nanke was halfway through his low-pitched defense, and was forced to bite his lip by the sudden stinging wound.

"Who asked you to talk back?"

Don't speak if you don't speak.

Nanke lowered his head, frowning as he endured the softened blood scab on his back being torn away bit by bit.

The skirmishers were very skilled in treating wounds, but the force was too light. The needle-like pain was very dense and not severe, but Nanke was still sweating afterward, and he tried his best to hold his hand to cover his chest. clothes, holding one hand on his knees, silently enduring.

The dim yellow light hit her back, and the smooth sweat reflected the star-pink light. Between the hair that spread to both sides because she lowered her head, there was a thin neck.

A clear-shaped spine curved all the way to the bottom of the skirmisher's hand, passed through four slender wounds of different depths, and disappeared into the waist of the loosely belted skirt below.

Every time he saw her being so patient, Xingbing always felt an indescribable subtle emotion.

Sometimes after being kissed by him, she would avoid looking at him and slightly purse her lower lip, pretending that nothing happened.

Sometimes when someone insults or hurts someone, it is clear that they should be angry and resentful, but they still tolerate it, and once the incident is over, they turn around indifferently.

How did you develop this habit?

Extremely annoying, so annoying that he wanted to get angry.

But as soon as he gets angry, she will definitely start to tolerate it again.

Tsk.

But his many years as an executive have taught him to appreciate this kind of misery that can break at the touch of a finger.

Just nothing... can it not only make her unbearable to the point of crying, but also express the violent punishment method in his heart?

There was suddenly no movement behind him, and the blood vessels near the wound jumped and pulsated obviously due to overly sensitive nerves. Nanke slowed down and turned around slightly: "The country collapsed?"

After a few seconds, the skirmisher pulled up a new roll of bandages and ordered: "Raise your hands."

Nanke wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, took a breath, and slowly sat upright.

Brushing the bandage with his fingers across her chest, from one armpit to the other, Nanke endured the shame, looked down and saw herself being squeezed and deformed, and said in a voice like a mosquito: "Well, the country will collapse..."

Another bandage was applied.

Nanke couldn't help but think of Xiao Palace.

It doesn't feel good to have a bandage wrapped around your chest.

I don’t know how a nice little girl got used to dressing up like this.

"The country is collapsing, stop for a moment," Nanke stopped the straggler's hand with a big head, "from the shoulder..."

"Shut up." He sounded worried.

"It won't be stable like this."

"Isn't it so soft?"

"...But, but it will..."

"What can you do?"

"...Shake." Nanke covered his face, bit his lip, and further explained, "The bandage will fall apart."

Sure enough, theoretical experience is not equal to practical practice.

Well-informed skirmishers will also make this basic mistake one day.

The skirmisher paused slightly, straightened the bandage with both hands, and flicked it through the layer of clothes she was covering her body with: "Oh, it's true."

If he hadn't been really serious about bandaging her, I would have really wanted to shock him.

Nanke turned his head again to confirm that the skirmishers were not peeking. He breathed a sigh of relief, but heard him say with a hint of pleasure: "I suddenly thought of it."

"What comes to mind?"

"As expected, let's do it." The hot air came closer to her back through the wound, and the bandage in front of her tightened her harshly.

Nanke's face turned red from inside to outside, and his tongue was tied: "But you are not..."

"That kind of thing is important?"

With a "hiss" sound, the bandage was torn off and tied into a knot on her chest.

Then another bandage came around, this time it went around her shoulders honestly, tightening the loose binding on her chest and back.

There was another sound of cracking silk, and the skirmisher put an end to the matter. He reached out to hold her messy hair and pressed it against hers: "Haven't human beings invented many ways to please themselves? You know so well that you should have done it yourself, right?"

The open and closed lips landed on the crook of the neck, turning into provocative neck kisses one after another.

"I didn't..." Nanke trembled slightly.

"Oh?"

"You promised not to stay at the shrine..."

"I didn't agree."

"Wound! The wound will hurt..."

"Troublesome woman." The skirmisher finally stopped.

Nan Ke was granted amnesty, and just as he was about to push open the screen and escape from the dangerous area, he was held down by the skirmishers and kissed him firmly. Then he easily picked him up and said, "Then do it outside as you wish."

The sun has completely set.

Qinglai Island, covered by black clouds, completely fell into darkness. On the other side, the sea horizon holding the rays of light alternated between blue and purple, like watercolor blur. Whether it was a village far away or a warship floating on the sea, the light The fainter they become, the more eye-catching those small lights become.

Nanke was frightened: "The country will collapse. That's not what I meant. We should go back..."

"It's rare to take your advice. Don't let it spoil the fun at this time." The skirmisher blocked her mouth, and the divine ring flashed behind her. Amidst the whistling wind, Nanke had a hand behind his back and was pressed against Sakura above the shrine. On the thick branches of the tree, "I'll scream out in pain, but...heh, I won't necessarily stop."