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

Don't be timid.

Take courage.

Once you back down...

will be lost.

With tears soaking his clothes, Nanke hugged the stragglers with both hands and tried his best.

"I like you," Nanke said in the most hesitant and helpless voice, clinging to his back as if grasping a life-saving straw, "If the country collapses, don't leave."

The skirmisher turned his back to her and took a deep breath.

After a long time, he uttered two words: "...idiot."

A fool who knows how to hurt but doesn't know how to run away after being stabbed.

Clearly, there is someone better and gentler waiting for her.

"I reject Kamisato Ayato," Nanke continued, "I will never have anything to do with them in the future."

Her voice was buried in his back, dull and sad: "If the country collapses, don't abandon me."

The skirmisher's hand slowly fell on the back of her hand: "...Does it have to be me?"

"only you."

"I might even get you hurt."

Nanke shook his head: "I have long been used to it, and I am not afraid of pain. As long as you are with me, I can do anything you want..."

Nanke's hands surrounding the skirmishers were suddenly opened.

The skirmisher took a step forward.

The cold night wind flowed in between the two bodies, and Nanke's heart felt empty, like a huge stone falling suddenly and falling into pieces.

A desperate choked sob escaped Nanke's throat.

But then.

Still carrying a scalding temperature, his slender and tough arms hugged her hard.

"You can't." The soldier lowered his face and looked at Nanke's messy hair. "We can't get used to it. We can't be unafraid of pain."

So far, he has done too many wrong things and taken too many detours.

"I won't hurt you again either."

The sincerity is always cut down into sharp shapes, and surrounded by layers of thorns, longing for someone to peel off these pretense and see the invisible light below with blood.

But pain is not a matter of course. No matter how stubborn a person is, the instinct to escape will be aroused.

Therefore, there are many barriers and gaps.

It will only continue to widen the distance between the two.

The process of understanding these principles is too long and overwhelming.

Nothing is more important than her.

"Nanke," he called her name, pursed his lips, leaned close to her ear, and said in a calm voice, "I too—"

"--like you."

The fireworks ended and the crowd turned back.

Children holding snacks, parents holding hands with their children, lovers holding hands for the first time, carefree boys and girls.

Nanke was carried by skirmishers and walked home with these people.

He ran out anxiously without having time to change his shoes. The soles of his feet were injured by the fine gravel on the road, and his knees were scraped when he fell. When he was discovered by the skirmishers, Nanke was still backing away, trying to pretend that nothing had happened.

Open your door and light a candle.

The skirmisher held her foot and picked out the foreign objects from the numerous small wounds little by little.

Nanke looked at the fine purple hair hanging down on his eyebrows. Following his focused movements, strands of hair swayed into soft arcs under the warm light.

The young man's eyebrows were clear and profound, and he couldn't get enough of them.

"The country collapsed." Feeling that he was about to let her go, Nanke asked cautiously, "Can we sleep together tonight?"

The body, which was abnormally heated due to alcohol, never cooled down.

The skirmisher's movements paused slightly, staring at her delicate soles with tiny wounds, he pursed his lips and made a low "hmm" sound.

After taking a shower, the skirmishers treated Nanke's wounds again.

The fear of almost losing him was still clear in her mind. Nanke lay on the bed with a hint of uneasiness, staring at the candles melting into the candlesticks on the bedside table and listening to the dripping sound of water next door.

When the heavy sleepiness tugged on my eyelids, a little sound came out of the bathroom and was pressed to my side through the thin quilt.

Nanke wanted to hug him, but the skirmisher wrapped his hand in a quilt: "Don't move."

Even so, when she touched him, Nanke was still shocked by the cold: "The country collapsed?"

She had already mixed hot water at a suitable temperature before leaving the bathroom, so why did she take a shower with cold water?

The skirmisher blew out the candle, and in the darkness, he hugged her through a layer of quilt: "Go to sleep."

Dolls don't need to sleep.

Accompanying him one-sidedly, Nanke could feel the body temperature gradually rising again from the skirmishers, and Nanke's body temperature also increased.

In the middle of the night, it started to rain heavily outside.

Even so, the hot summer nights are still a bit unbearable.

"The country collapsed." Nanke couldn't sleep and shouted his name with his eyes closed.

"Ah."

"Did you drink a lot?"

"……do not know."

"Why drink?"

"..."

"Did the Yao Shenzi instill this into you?"

"..."

"Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

In the darkness, the skirmisher's voice was hoarse: "Sleep peacefully, I won't leave."

Nanke was quiet for a moment, and said, "Wrapped like this...it's a bit hot."

The skirmishers obviously heard it, but they took no action and refused to take her apart.

Is it because her sleeping condition is so bad that she has to be wrapped into a mummy to save worry?

Nanke frowned secretly.

Regarding the memories of sleeping positions, Nanke could only recall that Shanbing once said that she had a bad habit of covering her head under the quilt.

If he really slept poorly, he would have complained mercilessly.

The five senses of the doll are naturally far superior to those of ordinary people. On a rainy night, Nanke's restless expression fell into the eyes of the soldiers.

So close.

Eyelashes fluttering slightly like butterflies, soft cheeks, soft nose, and sometimes lightly pursed lips.

There is also the soft fragrance of breath.

Everything is the same as usual.

It also exudes an extremely fatal attraction that is different from the past.

"Nanke." The soldier put her name between his teeth and chewed it gently.

"What's wrong?" Nanke responded immediately.

The soft voice, lowered in the sound of rain, was like a thin hook, arousing more and more intense heat, breaking out of the skin, permeating the body, heading towards the lungs and throat.

But this time, it finally found an outlet and surged towards a certain organ that was unfamiliar and unruly.

The skirmisher moved his head and touched the tip of his nose to hers. He laughed at his recklessness and inferiority in his heart, but because of the touch that quenched his thirst, he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief: "If I..."

The sound of rain was dense, and the diluted breath sound fell into Nanke's ears, as unclear as a moth flapping its wings.

"...Would you hate it?"

Nanke didn't hear clearly what the skirmishers said.

but--

"No." Nanke replied firmly, "I won't hate you."

The exposed cheek was held up by the palm of the skirmisher's hand.

What followed was a lingering deep kiss.

Nanke was gradually liberated from the tight quilt.

Soft and skin-friendly cotton gauze pajamas, the neckline and waist are only tied together with a thin cotton belt, and the single-loop knot can be tied with a fingertip.

The skirmisher's breathing was not only hotter than usual, but also more rapid.

When Nanke was separated from the shackles of his clothes, every inch of his skin was teased, and he broke into a thin stream of sweat: "The country collapsed..."

He knew her body too well.

Kisses and fingers stirred up layers of shivers.

Suddenly, the skirmisher stopped, straightened up, clasped his fingers on her knees, and asked confirmingly: "Really... don't you hate it?"

At the same time, what hit me was a completely unfamiliar temperature as hot as a branding iron.

Nanke was startled.

When he came to his senses, he put his legs together nervously and shrank back in disbelief: "That's..."

"I met Baalzeb tonight," the skirmisher leaned forward, kissed her lips comfortingly, and explained, "in exchange for the heart of God."

Nanke was stunned.

The first thought is, is it worth it?

The latter idea is, isn’t it always the straggler’s wish to become more complete and more human?

Compared to these.

The heat generated by the charm was no longer under the control of Nanke's will. It was like being poured through a basin of cold water and cooled down quickly.

All the sweat turned into cold sweat.

Had a sordid experience.

Nanke is particularly sensitive to these.

Even though she had done everything with the skirmisher, it was precisely because he was a doll that she had no grudges...

His lips subconsciously trembled slightly, trying to say "no", but Nanke pursed his lips tightly and heard the straggler ask again.

"Do you hate it?"

Nanke couldn't make a sound.

For a moment, the skirmisher's fingers relaxed.

"The country collapsed!" Nanke hurriedly grabbed his hand.

She couldn't see his expression clearly, but she could feel that he was looking at her.

"I..." Nanke opened his mouth.

It's hard to imagine what kind of expression I have now.

It must be fear, perhaps mixed with unwillingness.

It won't look too good.

"...I will work hard." Nanke looked at the faces of the stragglers hidden in the darkness and finished this sentence slowly and difficultly.

The skirmisher held her back.

With just such a small movement, Nanke couldn't help but shrink back as if he had been shocked by an electric shock.

"Do you want to do it?" Skirmisher asked.

With his hand held like this, Nanke gradually calmed down and nodded breathlessly.

"You don't need to work hard." The soldier stretched out his hand towards the low cabinet beside the bed.

With a slight sound, the small candle flame began to burn again.

The firelight traced his calm and smooth face, which was also covered with a dense layer of sweat beads. The beautiful red eyes with a little forbearance fell on Nanke's face with a gentle glance.

He will work hard.

This signal is conveyed silently.

Nanke stretched out his hands, asking for an intimate hug: "...Yeah."