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

Sandonie rubbed her temples, which were sore after drinking, and sat up from the bed with difficulty.

The strength in his limbs seemed to have been drained away.

There was a strange warmth beside me.

Sandonne looked sideways.

The soft feather silk was placed on the boy's bent knees. He supported his face with one hand and was flipping through the research notes she placed on the bedside table with the help of a ray of light between the blackout curtains.

Notes on his research.

He had already flipped through most of the thick book.

Teenagers don't have the ability to sleep.

In other words, he probably started watching it as soon as it was done.

Sandone reached out and snatched the notes from his eyes, saying with a cold face: "Get out."

"You won't recognize it after you fall asleep?" His eyes followed the notebook, moved up her arms, and looked into her eyes.

That expression made him look like he was an innocent victim.

There is also a bit of mockery in the righteousness.

Sandonie held her breath.

It is true that she brought it upon herself, but...

Sandonie pulled up the corner of the quilt and pressed it to her chest, silently sorting out what happened last night.

"You obviously have the ability to be a skirmisher, why did you deliberately lose to me?" Sandone asked the biggest question that was lingering in his mind.

Her posture and tone were guarded.

The young man looked at her for a long time and replied: "It's just an empty name. I have stopped being attached to that kind of thing a long time ago."

Sandone frowned, dissatisfied with his answer.

If I want to ask again, the young man lowered his hands on the bed sheets, approached her and said, "You are not made to be an executive, and you don't have that kind of strength. Give up pretending. Tell me, who does this Eye of God belong to?"

The young man raised his other hand, holding an ice-white Eye of God between his fingers.

It is Sandonne's Eye of God.

"Of course it's mine." She said in an unhappy tone.

"Who told you that?"

"The Queen rewarded me."

"When?"

"Four years ago," Sandoneba said in a high voice, raising his chin and looking at him, "I negotiated a deal with the witches of Inazuma, and exchanged them for the Heart of God with the blueprints of the Beast Realm's biological combat mechs - this Everyone knows it in the winter, so if you insist that I am the person you are looking for, you’d better give up.”

The young man's beautiful eyes narrowed.

"Since it's yours," he sneered, throwing the Eye of God into her arms, "use it to stop me and prove it to me."

The young man grabbed Sandonne's shoulders and pushed her down on the bed.

The power gap is there, and resistance is out of the question.

Sandonne bit her lip so hard that it bled, desperate and resigned to letting him do whatever he wanted, like a raft tossed over and over by big waves.

for a long time.

The boy slowed down his movements.

Sansone finally got a chance to breathe.

"You can't use the Eye of God." The young man said against her back.

"Then... ha... how about..."

"Who helped you activate the Eye of God on the field?"

"Woo..."

"Have you never doubted yourself?"

Sandonie grabbed the pillow in his arms into a ball, frowned tightly, and tears filled the corners of his eyes.

This guy……

This guy……

The technique is really great.

It's just terrible.

Same thing last night.

While hanging her, he called her Nanke.

She must respond...

But now that Sandone has sobered up, she can still ask for help from the outside world after returning to her senses: "Gala... Taia..."

Here I am, Sandonne.

"Save...woo!"

Sandone?

"Are you talking to that machine?" The young man interrupted her with forceful movements.

Sandonie opened his mouth, but could only make a hoarse gasp.

She didn't have time to answer.

He stopped asking further questions and tightened his grip on her waist: "It doesn't matter, I will figure it out."

……

Sandone.

Sandone.

Sandonne, do you need help?

Across the door, open metal fingers grasped the doorknob.

The signal was sent continuously, but no response was received.

Only shouts of unknown meaning came.

Long hair made of gold threads hangs down from her fingers.

Galatea faced the door panel for a long time.

Put down his hand.

Three days later.

In the living room of the mansion belonging to the seventh executive puppet, a blond faceless puppet and a household clockwork puppet were waiting behind the sofa.

"I will do it as soon as possible." Sandone sat on the sofa and drank some black tea to moisten his throat before answering the person opposite.

"Within this week," Piero emphasized solemnly, "this is the deadline."

Sandone nodded helplessly.

After finally seeing off the governor, Sandone ordered the clockwork doll to close the door, leaned against the flower wall of the entrance and sighed.

She didn't want to go to Sumeru at all.

Create a god?

The funny thing is that she can't even make her own beloved doll.

Just thought of this.

Light and steady footsteps came down the stairs.

Sandonie turned his head and looked.

The dark purple-haired boy was wearing a loose white bathrobe, his features were handsome and cold, and he was looking at the direction in which the commander-in-chief was leaving.

It's subtle.

Just because the body has good compatibility.

Even though she knew that he was probably just calm on the surface, Sandone still acquiesced to his existence.

Maybe this is because nature is hard to change?

No matter how much she hates getting along with people, she is still a human being and will be swayed by lust and fall into it.

Even before the governor entered the mansion, she was sitting on the balcony on the second floor messing around with the boy.

However, this does not mean that Sandone is willing to serve as a substitute.

"I have to go out on a mission," Sandone walked towards the boy, undoing the metal buttons on the front of his coat one by one as he walked. "I guess I won't be back for a long time."

"Where to go?" The boy's eyes followed her.

Sandone smiled slightly and did not answer, but started another topic: "Before I leave, in order to make you give up, I will take you to a place."

She passed by him, threw her coat into his hands, and walked into the bathroom behind with hickeys all over her body.