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

The skirmishers glanced at the shogunate soldiers blocking the door, and their undisturbed eyes fell on Kujo Sora's face.

"Ahem, cough, cough," Kujo Sanra came to his senses, cleared his throat several times, and then said awkwardly, "Is this your home?"

"Ah." The straggler crossed his arms with a cold expression.

"Um, uh..." Kujo Sora said with difficulty, "Actually, I'm arresting a fugitive. Can I... come in and take a look?"

Kujo Sora's tone was quite polite.

There was nothing I could do about it, the young man in front of me had the same face as the General, and he had just made love.

Kujo Sora had already tried very hard to restrain himself from visualizing in strange directions.

"Tsk," the skirmisher turned around, "You come in alone."

"You guys are waiting here." Kujo Sora said to the back.

Because of the battle between General Thunder and Lightning in front of the statue of Thousand Hands and Hundred Eyes, the sky was filled with thunderclouds that had not dispersed yet, and the room was slightly dark.

The room was not big, and the paper door between the main hall and the living room was wide open. Kujo Sora could see the woman sitting on the bed at a glance.

Messy short hair, crimson cheeks, panting that has not subsided, and the thin white neck is covered with kiss marks.

Nanke pulled up his wrinkled collar and looked at Kujo Sora.

Jiu Jiao Suluo was like being struck by lightning.

Not daring to take another look, he hurriedly opened his eyes and even took three big steps back.

"Is it okay?" Skirmisher asked while standing next to the paper door.

"Ah, sorry!" Kujo Sora quickly buried his head, speaking incoherently, "Sorry for disturbing you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and left quickly as if he was running away.

"Lord Kujo?" the shogunate soldiers at the door asked in confusion.

"Next one!"

The messy footsteps drifted away one after another.

"Ha," the skirmisher chuckled at their embarrassed backs, closed the door, and looked inside the house, "Let's go."

Nanke raised his hand and touched his face, which was so hot that it was about to explode. He pulled back the quilt and said, "Traveler, it's safe."

Ying lay in a corpse-like posture, covering Paimon's ears, staring at the ceiling with red cheeks: "...Oh."

So exciting.

On various levels.

Nanke and the skirmishers didn't come for real.

This is a fact that only those who are forced to participate in their play at close range know.

Paimon, who was out of the situation, was stuffed with a cherry cake by Nanke. He quickly put the chaos behind him and started enjoying the dessert happily again.

"But why is Kujo Sora so panicked?" Ying sat at the table drinking tea to calm down her panic, and curiously asked Nanke and Xingbing who were making the bed together.

He clearly heard what was going on inside, and ordered his subordinates to continue knocking on the door. After entering, not only did they not conduct the most cursory search, they didn't even notice that there was a living person hidden under the quilt.

too weird.

"This..." Nanke pushed the folded quilt into the closet and hesitated.

"Probably because," the soldier smiled and moved closer to Nanke's side face, and gently pressed his lips against it, "We are 'siblings'."

Ying was stunned and almost dropped the cup in her hand.

"Hahahaha..." The soldier held the closet door with one hand and laughed.

It's so funny to see the glazed expressions on the faces of former rivals.

"The country collapsed." Nanke looked helplessly and apologetically at Ying, "That's it."

"Forbidden, forbidden..." Ying swallowed and gave them a thumbs up, "It doesn't matter! Even if it's...well! As long as there is love, that's it!"

"What is forbidden food? Can it be eaten?" Paimon licked the cake crumbs at the corner of his mouth with a confused look on his face.

After searching all over Inazuma Castle to no avail, the shogunate soldiers had no choice but to withdraw their troops temporarily.

It was already midnight when the skirmishers came back from investigating the situation, and Nanke was resting with Ying.

A small candlelight illuminated the table. Nanke's eyes were slightly lowered, and he rested his cheeks with his hands. Behind him were Ying and Paimon who were sleeping soundly.

"Asleep?" The skirmisher walked over lightly.

"No." Nanke raised his head and said in a soft voice, "Can I leave the city?"

"Okay, the search team has withdrawn, and the patrol in the east of the city has not been completed."

"Then I'll wake them up now."

"No need," Ying sat up and rubbed her temples sleepily, "I'm already awake."

When dawn was about to break, Ying left with Paimon.

Next, it’s time to contact the resistance forces on Kaiji Island and expose the Evil Eye Factory.

"The country is collapsing," Nanke closed the door and asked the stragglers beside him, "Do you think there will be other executives to take charge of the Evil Eye Factory?"

"Apart from me, at this time, only the rich and the puppets have time to mind their own business." The soldier lowered his eyes and counted the scattered kisses on her neck.

The kiss had been fierce before, but now the bright red color faded away, revealing the faint bruise underneath.

Anyone can tell at a glance that it has been ravaged.

Some people are so thin-skinned that they have to go to the store even after dawn. I wonder if a cold compress would be better.

Nanke pursed his lips slightly, and his body began to heat up again when he saw the skirmisher's slightly deep eyes.

Giving up halfway is also very exciting.

Nanke reached out and held the soldier's arm. When the soldier raised his eyes, with a hint of hesitation and shyness, he leaned forward to kiss him.

Nanke did not close his eyes, carefully watching the reactions of the skirmishers.

Their feelings on the matter were never equal, and if Skirmisher didn't want to, she would stop immediately.

Little did he know that a pair of eyes that were usually calm and clear could be so alluring when they were stained with desire.

Like the water surface wrinkled by the wind, it is swaying and charming like silk.

"Want it?" During the kiss, the soldier pressed her against the door, smiling coquettishly.

Although he asked this question, his fingers had skillfully opened her belt.

The sound of the fabric falling was too soft, and seemed to be separated by a door. On the street behind, the sound of people who got up early and hurriedly passed by was particularly harsh.

"...Go inside." Nanke whispered with a blushing face.

"Huh?" The soldier's hand went around her waist, upward, and touched her slightly concave back.

"The voice... will be heard."

"Hasn't it been heard?—by so many people."

"That is……"

Before Nan Ke finished speaking, his body trembled slightly, he raised his head and bit his lip.

Thin and dense kisses fell on the throat bone, as light as being brushed by the fluttering wings of a butterfly.

The soft flesh around the waist was pinched, and with a gentle flick of the slender fingers, the clothes hanging on the shoulders to prevent them from falling off fell to the ground.

The soldier's other hand slid down his lumbar spine, deliberately making a dripping and ambiguous sound.

Nanke could hardly hold back his voice: "The country collapsed..."

"Why are you going out with Kamisato Ayato?"

The lips pressed against her chest opened and closed, but her voice had a slight chill that was incompatible with the current atmosphere.

Nanke hummed softly following his movements, and it took him two seconds to react: "Kamiri... Ayato?"

The skirmisher tightened his grip, as if he was worried.

"He..." It's too torturous to have to use your brain at this time, Nanke's voice was broken, "Test me...ask me...to protect Ying..."

"Where have you gone?"

"...Mu leak tea room."

"A room alone?"

"Well..." Nanke frowned tightly.

My patience has almost reached its limit.

His body was covered in fine sweat, his lips were bitten until they were deformed and turned white, and the moan that escaped became longer and longer.

I was so nervous.

Even my pounding heartbeat was afraid of being heard outside.

The skirmisher didn't ask any more questions. Nanke opened his eyes and saw only her dark purple forehead hair that was wet with sweat, and her deep eyes hidden under the shadow of thick eyelashes.

He was clearly giving her pleasure with his own hands, but he didn't look happy at all.

"The country collapsed." The heat that occupied his brain suddenly cooled down.

It was almost like an interrogation. Asking her these things at this time, with an angry expression on her face...

Nan Kefu reached deep into his heart and hugged the straggler's shoulders, "I'm sorry for the collapse of the country."

The skirmisher looked up at her and stopped moving his hands.

Nanke pressed his face against his and rubbed it gently. His voice was so soft that he said, "I won't go there again."

The skirmishers made no sound.

"Not even being in the same room with him."

"I don't care." The skirmisher's voice was cold.

"You don't like it." Nanke glanced sideways, kissed him towards his frown and tense cheeks.

The skirmisher snorted calmly, bit her lip, picked her up, and walked to the dormitory.