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

Is it impossible...

The next day, after receiving the visiting retainers, Ayato Kamisato put his chin in his hands and meditated in front of the desk.

Could it be that he had a preconceived misunderstanding because he saw Nan Ke and Yao Li getting close beforehand, and that led him to think wrongly?

But even if they are siblings, hugging each other and feeding them with their own hands...

"Brother, it's me, Linghua." Someone knocked on the door outside.

"Please come in." Kamisato Ayato sat upright.

"Housekeeper Furuta heard that my brother wanted to drink Dango milk, so he sent someone to Inazuma City to buy it early in the morning." Ayaka opened the door and came in, placing two paper bags in front of Kamisato Ayato, "But I don't know, brother, you want to drink Dango milk." For as many dumplings as there are, I bought an extra topping."

"Furuta is interested." Kamisato Ayato opened the paper bag, shook the almost cold dumpling milk inside, and sighed secretly.

Sure enough, freshly made ones are better.

"Is the matter that I just talked about with the retainer difficult to handle?" Linghua helped him open another small piece of information.

"Huh?" Kamisato Ayato raised his eyes, "Why, does my expression look serious?"

"Very solemn!" Linghua nodded seriously.

"Haha, really..." Kamisato Ayato put a straw into the dumpling milk, thought of something, and suddenly stood up, "Ayaka."

Kamisato Ayaka said "huh?" in confusion, and then her shoulders were gently held by Kamisato Ayato.

Kamisato Ayato handed the straw of Dango Milk to her mouth and said with a smile, "You drink."

Ayaka opened her eyes in surprise.

Did brother mean to let her try poison?

No, this was bought by Butler Furuta. He should have ordered the poison to be tested in advance, right?

The reason why her brother gave her the dumpling milk that she cherished so much was because...

Ayaka's mind was spinning a thousand times at once, and she felt embarrassed about the dumpling milk under her eyes.

Complications aside.

This is twelve cents of sugar!

For her who pays attention to body management, she is no different from a drug!

Want to drink?

Don't want to drink?

But what if my brother has good intentions...

After an arduous ideological struggle, Linghua took a deep breath and sighed deeply.

"Gululu".

Kamisato Ayato watched Ayaka frown, swallowed a mouthful of dumpling milk, and sighed: "Sure enough, this is a normal relationship between family members."

"Brother?" Linghua looked up.

"It's nothing." Kamisato Ayato sat back in front of the case and put down the dumpling milk, "I just suddenly realized that I was thinking too much."

"When we were little, we often shared snacks like this." Ayaka said with some nostalgia.

Kamisato Ayato looked at her.

"Brother, don't you remember?" Linghua curled her lips, "My father and mother didn't allow me to eat sweets, so you secretly wrapped the snacks in a handkerchief and hid them in your sleeve pocket. Then you walked into my bedroom in the middle of the night and took a bite I shared it one bite at a time.”

"It seems like this happened." Ayato Kamisato had a vague impression.

"But ever since my brother came of age, succeeded the family head, and became the head of the family," Ayaka lowered her eyes in disappointment, "we have never had such a time again."

Having lost his father and mother, the society has no leader.

And the small family where only their brother and sister are left.

No matter who you look at, there is no equality.

The word "Taking care of both" is just easy to say.

"Sorry, Ayaka." Kamisato Ayato said.

"No, I should be the one to say sorry," Linghua shook her head, "My brother has a lot of things to do, but I act like a spoiled child here without permission. It's really inappropriate. Then, I won't bother you."

Ayaka stood up and left.

"Ayaka."

Ayaka stopped.

Kamisato Ayato rarely stopped smiling: "I'm sorry about the traveler's matter."

Ayaka, who grew up in such an environment, finally met like-minded friends, but because of his use, this friendship was desecrated.

Ayaka was quiet for a while and then said: "As a member of the Kamisato family, this is what I should bear."

"If you still want to make friends," Ayato Kamisato suddenly saw a picture of Nanke and a straggler walking side by side in front of his eyes, "Maybe you can go and meet Miss Nanke."

The warmth of family, pure friendship.

If it were Nanke, he would definitely respond to Linghua.