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

On the left is Chunya, who hints at expectations, and on the right is the skirmisher whose face suddenly sank. No matter how slow Nanke is, he can still think of something.

Nan Ke actually wanted to take a look. After a little hesitation, he decided to decline politely: "No..."

"Let's go." Before he could finish his words, a skirmisher suddenly grabbed his wrist and pulled him forward.

"Alas, the country collapsed." Behind him, Chunya followed, smiling reluctantly, "You are not young anymore, and it is not appropriate for you to be so clingy to your sister."

"It's not the turn of irrelevant people to worry about what I want to do with the women in my family." The soldier didn't even look back, his voice cold and hard.

"My woman?" Chunya repeated his wording, feeling that there was something wrong, but couldn't explain it, so he clicked his tongue, "That's what I said, but your sister has reached the marriageable age. Since we are a family, It’s even more important to think about her future carefully..."

"Mr. Chunya," Nanke interrupted Chunya, turned around and smiled apologetically, "Thank you for your concern, I have no such plan yet."

Chunya said "uh" and became embarrassed: "I mean..."

"Mr. Tsubakiya has time to watch the fireworks. Has the matter in Konta Village been resolved?" Nanke asked again.

"It's just a matter of registering, and the society will help coordinate..." Chunwu replied, watching the stragglers holding Nanke's hand tightly, his voice gradually lowered, and he pointed in a random direction and smiled, "What? , you go shopping, I’ll go over there and take a look.”

Chunwu's back looked slightly disappointed as he left. Nanke looked away and gently twisted his wrist: "The country collapsed."

The skirmisher snorted and let go of her.

Nanke was a little hurt from being pinched. When he raised his hand, he saw a faint red mark.

What happened to the skirmishers? Are you unhappy today?

Nanke lowered his head and rubbed his wrists, puzzled.

Not hearing Nan Ke's footsteps coming up, the skirmisher stopped and turned around, just in time to see her picking up her sleeves, staring at her hands, and sighing silently.

Several clusters of fireworks roared into the sky, colorful, and landed between her slightly frowning eyebrows.

Nanke wanted to go to the fireworks show, it was easy to tell.

She was about to arrive, but she showed such an expression.

It was all because of him that he hurt her.

The skirmisher held his breath, and a strange, indescribable sour feeling welled up from deep in his chest.

Although there was no more than four or five steps between her, the skirmishers seemed to be frozen in place, unable to approach her.

Not far away, someone suddenly shouted Nanke's name.

Nanke turned his head, his eyebrows widened: "Miss Qiyue, are you here to set up a stall too?"

"Come and see the lacquerware I specially selected!" Yayoi Qiyue stood in front of the stall and waved to Nanke.

Nanke smiled and said "Hello", brushed the broken hair behind his ears, turned around and paused, looking at the stragglers.

She is waiting for him.

As if receiving some kind of permission, the skirmishers were finally able to take steps.

His nerves have been overly sensitive lately.

The skirmishers couldn't help but think when they saw Nanke holding up an exquisite lacquer box with fireworks patterns and talking to Yayoi Qiyue.

His mentality, which was not stable to begin with, became increasingly moody.

It shouldn't be like this. I knew it shouldn't be like this, but it seemed like I had stepped into a quagmire by accident. Every time I moved, I fell deeper and deeper.

The reason for this is undoubtedly the Nanke in front of him——

Nanke is so in tune with this peaceful world.

As if she naturally possesses some kind of centripetal force, as long as she stays in the crowd, people will continue to gather towards her.

More and more, all kinds.

As for Shanbing himself, he couldn't even get along with others normally.

The troubled times where demons were rampant have passed, and the only violence that they are proud of is of no use.

The reason why I can stand here like a "person" is just because I am by Nanke's side.

No matter how much he refuses to admit it.

Dependencies and dependent objects have already been quietly exchanged.

"...Nan Ke is really discerning," Yayoi Qiyue smiled heartily and winked, "How about it? If you want it, I'll give you a 20% discount?"

"Forget it," Nan Ke put down the paint box with a look of helplessness on his face, "Then, Guobeng and I will go shopping at other stalls."

"Alas," Yayoi Qiu waved her hands in a desperate tone, "Go ahead, go ahead."

The sky was getting darker, and fireworks were blooming in the sky again. Nan Ke walked casually among the stalls and the crowd, wearing a simple light green dress, full of interest and quiet.

It would have been better if they had not left Qinglai Island.

The skirmisher suddenly thought.

She won't look at others anymore.

No one would look at her.

Or, simply find a place to lock her up, in a place where only the moonlight can shine, with chains and his hands...

"The country collapsed." His sleeve was suddenly pulled.

When the skirmishers came back to their senses, they only saw Nanke's side face with curved eyebrows.

She held him with one hand and pointed with the other to the group of fighting insects squatting in a circle in front of them, "Look at the fighting bugs."

The skirmisher looked over.

Arataki's outstanding physique stood out among a group of children.

He was currently holding a ghost bug with its belly turned upwards, and was being laughed at loudly by the young boy opposite him who proudly put his hands on his hips, looking as if he had been struck by lightning.

He is both good and fun-loving, but he still refuses to admit defeat, which is what Arataki is talking about.

Nanke looked at the group of chirping guys, chuckled twice, and loosened the sleeves of the stragglers.

Ridiculous indeed.

Although the stragglers can't laugh, that's all.

"That paint box," the skirmisher took a step forward, stood side by side with Nanke, and looked sideways at her smiling face, "What is it used for?"

"Huh?" Nanke blinked, "Are you talking about the one recommended by Miss Qiyue?"

The skirmisher hummed lowly.

"It's for rouge... or lipstick," two children ran past the roadside holding burning fireworks sticks. Nanke's eyes followed them and continued to move forward, leaving only his back. "I'm not interested in that."

Moonlight enters the house.

After a busy day and a long detour, Nanke fell asleep quickly.

The skirmisher didn't need sleep, so he quietly rested his head on his elbows and stared at the sleeping face in his arms.

She still couldn't change her habit of getting under the covers, and her face was buried deeply in his chest, with only her smooth cheeks and a corner of her slightly open lips exposed.

Shapely and full, like the petals of wood in a dream, very soft and very kissable.

The skirmisher's gaze traced back and forth along the lip line, his eyes bright and dark.

Lacquer box... lipstick?

Does she need that?