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

The leafy cherry leaves are clustered around. Although the surroundings are so empty, Nanke is imprisoned in a small world where even breathing is difficult.

Her shoulder was supported by the shoulder of the skirmisher, and the palm of her back supported her back. The kiss lingering on her neck was as hard as leaving a mark, and slowly went down along the edge of the bandage.

The waist relaxed according to the strength of the other hand.

The fallen skirt was half hanging and half hanging on the lush branches below, and was blown rustlingly by the wind.

Nanke had no choice but to raise his head slightly. Through the branches and leaves, he could see the gorgeous sinking glow in the west and the silver-white rising moon in the east.

Do you really want to do it?

Thoughts passed by and she realized again.

This is already done.

"Are you distracted?" The soldier bit her hard.

With his sensitive and fragile skin being bullied like this, Nanke shrank, let out a "woo", and subconsciously hugged his head: "The country collapses...!"

"The response is quite honest." The skirmisher gave her time to breathe, raised her head, and said, "Kiss me."

In the increasingly cold light, the purple eyes under her eyes were so beautiful that they looked like a galaxy far away, with the dark and complicated scenery reduced to the background.

At this moment, only her shadow was reflected.

It actually only reflected her.

Just seeing such a scene, Nanke couldn't help but feel his heart beat faster.

The wind was very light, and the cold sweat from the bandage had not been dried yet, and a new round of sweat came out along with the boiling body temperature.

"The country collapsed," Nanke raised his hand to hold the face of the straggler, and after two rounds of breathing, he was able to formulate the right words and asked, "Why did you do this?"

Obviously the doll can't benefit from this kind of thing.

He couldn't feel anything.

All embarrassment, pain, or joy will only be concentrated on her.

"Do you have to say it?" The soldier narrowed his eyes slightly.

Nanke wanted to nod, but looking at his darkening eyes, his head seemed to be stuck and he couldn't move.

The answer is already so obvious.

Still need to ask?

But she still wanted to hear it from him.

Even she couldn't say it herself.

"Because..." Nanke's breath was unsteady, his cheeks were flushed, and he spoke forcefully, "It's very important to me now."

"For the first time, if I hadn't confessed to the person... I would have regretted it for the rest of my life."

"The country is falling apart," her voice sounded like it was involved in thick syrup. If he refused, he would be thrown into it and drowned mercilessly. "Why do you want me?"

The skirmisher suddenly began to regret it.

This feeling of having absolute power, but being completely suppressed because of just a few questions...

Miscalculation.

At least he should try to force her to speak out before doing anything.

"The country collapses." Nanke urged softly as he looked at him.

The skirmishers began to search for everything they had seen and heard in their lives.

Unfortunately, he was trapped in the quagmire of fools before he could fully experience the various conditions of the world.

Since then, most of the time has been spent in battles, or various frauds and atrocities.

When I was watching other people's warm scenes - by the way, there was once a subordinate who asked for leave from his boss in the name of his daughter being sick.

Although it later caused a lot of trouble, it also made him hate humans even more.

But after taking the leave, the subordinate came to the executive officer's office uninvited, smiled stupidly, and tiptoed to put down a book on the corner of his desk.

It is said to be a popular work by a famous elf adventurer and is very popular among teenagers. The painted book cover is specially marked with inexplicable words such as "All the words and deeds in the article do not improve me."

The skirmishers, of course, did not read.

He doesn't have that kind of free time.

Only once, after the mission was over, during a brief period of idleness, I casually looked through it.

First, I looked back and forth several times at the ubiquitous word "Alice" in the text and the author's signature on the title page.

Then he saw between the lines, a ridiculous joke that made him particularly disdainful at the time.

Nanke looked at the stragglers who suddenly fell silent, feeling vaguely uneasy, which gradually developed into an excuse.

Has she gone too far?

Do unto others, do not impose on others.

Moreover, just in case his thoughts about her are not deep enough to need to be expressed...

It would expose her that she really wanted to be liked by him.

Do you really have this qualification?

Still, let’s keep things as they are.

Just like now, without saying anything, it's already good.

As long as he is willing to approach her and kiss her, at least she can say to herself that this person may also be interested in her...

"Crow." The skirmisher said suddenly, spitting out an unrelated word.

Nanke was stunned.

"I know Crow," the skirmisher's eyes flickered and he stared at her earlobe for two seconds, then raised it again and looked into her eyes, "Why does it look like a writing desk?"

His face was still held in her hands.

The delicate and beautiful face was slightly tense, and there was not much emotion visible, but the temperature rose slightly.

Familiar lines.

Where have you heard that?

I only have a vague impression that it is indeed what should be said in a similar atmosphere.

But what does it mean?

Nanke recalled it for a long time, frowned slightly and shook his head: "I don't know."

"Didn't you say that people of this age are still in school?" The skirmisher suddenly inhaled slightly, with a hint of anger in his eyes, and bumped into him, "Ignorant woman!"

Nanke leaned back, and the back of his head hit the rough bark of the tree. Then his lips were caught, and his right leg was squeezed off the branch, helplessly stuck in the air.

"Wait! Please give me a hint..."

"Did you think you were doing homework?!"

The strange excitement is indescribable.

"Woo!" Nanke bit his lip all of a sudden, tears streaming down his face.

"Hurry up," in his hazy sight, his purple eyes were covered with a layer of darkness. His soft thin lips rubbed against hers, his voice was low and hoarse, "Kiss me."

The movement of her limbs seemed to be controlled, and when she reacted, it was no longer a skirmisher suppressing her.

A little purple light fell in through the tears in the corners of his eyes.

With little reason to return, Nanke left slightly, pulled out a little silver thread, lowered his head, and stared at the dark purple divine patterns on the stragglers.

If you follow the lines and uncover them upwards, you can see the delicate white internal organs of the doll.

But now it's glowing.

why?

"The country collapsed," Nanke asked in a strange way, "Is kissing... comfortable?"

"Don't you really think of me as a senseless doll?" The tip of his eyebrows moved slightly, and the end of his eyes had a thick red color.

Contrary to the flexible exterior is an extremely fragile and sensitive interior.

This is not the first time Nanke knows this.

But this is the first time I have been connected with this aspect.

"The country collapsed," she said in a dazed state. She touched her hand with a thin voice, "I also want to touch... your insides..."

The skirmisher's hand suddenly stopped.

"Click".