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

When people are awake, they have a terrible sense of shame.

After experiencing the fun in bed, the skirmishers gradually became more comfortable with it.

First make the person unconscious.

No matter how you pretend to be indifferent, you can deliberately flirt.

The body that surrendered to instinct was confused and longing. Without him opening his mouth, it would call out his name in a soft tone, actively coming to ask for kisses and catering.

As a result, one-sided play becomes the pleasure of both parties.

Even if you make extraordinary requests.

It will only be accepted without thinking.

Just compare it with the picture books and storybooks of human beings that violated military discipline that were captured by skirmishers in the past from the hands of subordinates.

They are also of the extremely wild kind.

...Fortunately, it fell into his hands.

The skirmisher leaned over, pushed the man down on the table, and gently pinched Nanke's neck.

That fair and fragile part was like a red cherry blossom falling on the snow, covered with hickeys. It was now raised high, outlining a graceful arc.

It was almost a lost cry.

Like a ball of wet cotton, Nanke suddenly collapsed on the table.

After a moment, the skirmisher raised her face with one hand and kissed the trembling tears in the corners of her eyes in a mute voice: "Well done."

I don't want such a compliment at all.

Be it shameful words that were induced or involuntary reactions.

But the wandering consciousness returned to the brain, and everything was clearly remembered.

Nanke turned to avoid him, gasping for breath and trying to get up, but his weak elbow gave way.

Before her forehead hit the table, a slender but extremely powerful arm caught her.

The skirmisher grabbed a piece of clothing from his feet with his other hand, wiped the wet marks on her back, pulled her into his arms and kissed her: "Will it hurt?"

A rare gentle low voice.

No matter how much resentment Nanke had, it was wiped away.

Nanke leaned against the skirmisher to catch his breath for a while, then raised his face and said, "...sore throat."

The skirmisher glanced sideways around the floor, picked up the overturned empty water glass, poured half a glass of water, and fed it to her.

After all, we were in someone else's territory, and Paimon could come back at any time.

She didn't rest for long before Shansheng took her to take a bath.

Nanke leaned softly in the bathtub, watching the skirmishers standing outside, scooping out a ladle of water and pouring it down from above his head.

The body of the doll is exquisitely crafted, and the water droplets flow smoothly across the face and jaw along the soft purple hair, sinking into the dimming glow of the divine lines between the chest and abdomen.

Very ornamental.

Nanke turned away his eyes and shouted softly: "The country collapsed."

The skirmisher wiped away the messy wet hair from his forehead and looked at her.

Nanke's eyes flickered and he didn't continue. He curled up slightly and slowly sunk his red face under the water.

The skirmisher lay down on the edge of the tub and fished her out: "What do you want to say?"

Nanke hesitated.

After a while, he raised a hand from the bottom of the water, stretched out the tub, and touched his waist with the back of his fingers: "It's still like this, is it okay?"

The skirmisher narrowed his eyes, raised his lips and grabbed her hand: "Touch more."

The words were completely said with bad intentions, and the tone sounded wrong.

After Paimon had eaten and drank enough, he hummed a tune and flew back with the heavy grilled fish in his hands.

Someone was finally satisfied and stood behind the chair patiently and meticulously, wiping Nanke's hair.

Paimon had no intention of delving into why the two of them had changed their clothes in just one meal. When he saw Nanke's face getting even redder, he was shocked.

"Nan Ke, why do you look worse the more you rest?"

Nanke:......

Nanke wanted to explain that Nanke had a sore throat.

"Really?" the skirmisher behind him replied in an unclear manner. He put his hand over Nanke's shoulder, pinched her chin and turned her around, pretending to look closely, "Indeed."

The cheeks are very red and the lips are very red.

This flying creature is indeed blind.

The skirmisher lowered his head and kissed Nanke: "Go to bed and lie down."

"Where are you going?" Nanke's eyes followed him.

The skirmisher tied up his sleeves, glanced at the grilled seafood that Paimon had brought back, and said in a disgusted tone, "Make something to eat."

a.

The Southern Cross fleet finally arrived at Liyue port.

Unlike Inazuma's outlying islands, which are strictly controlled by the surveyors, in Liyue, except for special fleets like the Southern Cross, almost all merchant ships can enter and exit freely.

Looking along the coast, you can see carved beams and painted buildings, bustling with people and prosperity.

The Southern Cross Fleet left Liyue on the pretext of accepting military employment, and now it has returned with many Liyue people who were trapped in Daoqi under the national lockdown order.

Commissioners arranged by the General Affairs Department of Liyue set up several tables at the port to register and accommodate these compatriots who had traveled thousands of miles back to China.

A purple-haired girl with twin ponytails stood with the commissioners, supervising order while kindly comforting the crying passengers.

"Lord Keqing!" A commissioner held up the entry formalities delivered by Nan Ke.

The purple-haired girl quickly came over and took it for inspection.

"No problem." Keqing glanced at it, took out the seal she carried with her, stamped the certificate on the certificate, and returned it to Nanke, "You are the first batch of passengers to enter Liyue since Dao's wife lifted the country's lockdown order. I wish you all the best. Have a great time in Liyue.”

"Thank you," Nanke accepted the procedure, "You have worked hard too."

Keqing nodded lightly and immediately went to the other end to deal with other things.

It’s really hard work.

Nanke sighed sincerely.

Nanke followed Paimon out of the port and looked around: "Didn't Ying say he would meet us at the port?"

"I still have some money left over from the traveler," Paimon excitedly headed to the roadside food stall. "I'll go find her after I spend all the money!"

Nanke stopped dumbly.

Paimon deftly picked out a large bowl of Central Plains offal, threw the money bag next to the boss's cutting board, and said grandly with his hands on his hips, "No need to look for it!"

When the boss counted Maura inside, he smiled broadly.

Paimon also smiled.

The stragglers folded their arms and said in disdain, "Idiot."

"The country is collapsing," Nanke tugged on his sleeve and pointed to the tea stall on one side, "Let's go find a place to sit over there."

The soldier nodded and held her back.

People were coming and going on the street, and Nanke was stunned for a moment.

After realizing that they were no longer in Dao Wife, they no longer had to worry about the siblings' misdeeds.

Nanke relaxed, took two quick steps with his lips bent, and walked side by side with the skirmishers.

A low wooden platform was set up in the tea stall, and a man with a goatee and a robe came on the stage swinging a folding fan: "I said in my last letter that Liyue at that time..."

The two cups of signature Maojian ordered by Xiansheng had just been brought to the table. Nan Ke had not yet tasted them when he put them to his mouth, and almost choked himself with a puff.

"The tea is good," Shanbing had just taken a sip of tea and frowned at her reaction, "Not to your taste?"

Nanke: "No..."

It's not about the tea.

The storyteller on the stage continued to cadence: "Legend has it that when the emperor was going on an expedition, he once said -"

"Would you mind sharing a table?"

A well-proportioned hand wearing a black silk glove gently pressed on the corner of the table next to Nanke.