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

The Southern Cross fleet returned to the ship in Liyue.

Nanke sat on the broad side of the boat, facing the wind and sunshine, shaking his calves slightly.

The moving ship stirred up sea foam like broken snow, and clouds of it rushed at her feet.

A few seabirds flew closely behind the bulging sails, their pure white feathers falling down.

Nanke raised his hand to catch it, twisted it with his fingers, turned it around in the sunshine, and twisted it into a ball of white flowers. He narrowed his eyes and said, "...the country collapsed."

The skirmisher folded his arms and leaned on the side of the ship behind her: "Huh?"

"It's so sunny." Nanke muttered.

The skirmisher chuckled.

On the other side of the boat, a black-haired woman wearing a leather eye patch was grilling food and wine with her subordinates. Her honey-colored skin was bathed in the sunshine on the sea, looking strong and full of vitality.

He was watching them having fun, so he wanted to go out and enjoy the sea scenery. As a result, Nanke, who was sunburned, was completely in two different spirits.

"Do you want to go back to the cabin?" the skirmisher asked with his lips curled.

Nanke nodded: "Okay."

After Paimon's nap for an hour, it was time to wake her up and stretch her muscles.

Otherwise, when Liyue sees Ying, what she returns will be a Paimon who has become too paralyzed to fly during the short half-month journey——

Nanke didn't dare to think about it.

Because of the sudden appearance of the sacred cherry tree, the entire Inazuma's memory has changed.

Ying was very worried that people in other areas would also be affected. After coming into contact with the leyline of Qinglai Island, he hurriedly entrusted Paimeng to them and teleported back to Liyue alone.

Paimon was not surprised at all by this, and even made a distorted face: "Humph, travelers in love are big fools! Big fools! Just a little bit!!!"

Then I got angry and thought it was time to eat and sleep.

Who is Ying's mysterious boyfriend?

Nanke didn't ask, but he had a hunch.

After all, I was in Liyue, so busy all day long, and Ying would worry about it every day, so I didn't have many options.

Nanke moved back, turned sideways, put one hand on the outstretched arm of the skirmisher, and used his strength to land on the ground.

Half of her snow-white waist followed her movements, revealing the lower edge of her blouse, which was as delicate as a piece of jade in the sunlight.

Deciding to leave Inazuma meant that Nanke no longer had to wear a kimono as the locals did. A few days before leaving, she and her husband went to the World Chamber of Commerce and bought a summer dress.

The upper body is a Fontaine-style sleeveless accordion pleated shirt, and the lower body is a hibiscus Japanese-style knee-length skirt, paired with a pair of calf boots. When the temperature is low in the morning and evening, it is just right to wear a feathered fabric.

In short, it is a costume that makes people know at a glance that this person is a traveler.

The skirmisher stared at the waist, his eyes darkened, and he couldn't help but lean forward and press the person to the side of the ship: "...Hello."

"What's wrong?" Nanke was suddenly knocked against the wall and was at a loss.

The skirmishers stared at her.

Cheeks that were blushed by the sun, clear and bright black eyes, and slightly opened lips.

A pair of eyelashes fluttered, confused and innocent.

It has the opposite attraction to her body.

The skirmisher put his hand on Nanke's shoulder, took a deep breath, buried it into the crook of her neck, kissed her neck, and exhaled: "...it's okay."

Just upset.

Human desires are really difficult to control.

Nanke lowered his eyes and looked at the top of his depressed hair, slightly curling the corners of his lips.

When returning to the cabin, Manyo and Paimon happened to come face to face.

"The country collapsed, Nanke," Wan Ye's eyes lit up slightly, "So you guys went out?"

"Do you have a problem with us?" The skirmisher walked in front and stopped.

"Hee hee! Big Sister Beidou asked us to eat grilled fish together!" Pamon rushed forward excitedly, "The country collapsed! Let's go together!"

The skirmisher raised his hand expressionlessly, and a skilled brain-bouncer flicked her away: "Not interested."

"Wow!" Paimon did a somersault in mid-air, covering his injured forehead with both hands, tears streaming down his face, "You, you!!!"

Why are you always so bad-tempered! ! !

but.

The cooking skills of skirmishers are beyond the reach of even travelers.

So Paimon chose to forgive him.

Paimon had two bags of tears in his eyes and looked at Nanke with implicit expectation.

"We just came back from outside and were a little bit sunburned, so we didn't go," Nanke said with a smile, "I wish you a happy meal."

"Did you get sunburned?" Paimon flew up worriedly and put his small hand against Nanke's hot face, "Then there's nothing we can do. You have a good rest. When Paimon comes back, I'll bring you something delicious."

Nanke patted the top of her head obediently: "Thank you, little Paimon."

Paimon and Manyo walked towards the deck one after another. Nanke also turned around and returned to the room with the skirmishers.

Someone who had suppressed her all this time had reached her limit. He turned around, pushed her behind the door, and kissed her heavily.

It's clear that he has become gentler and more patient recently, but on this matter, he is even more eager and aggressive than before.

The buttons of the shirt were not as easy to undo as the belt of the kimono. Nanke was bitten through the clothes and raised his head and groaned softly.

Upon closer inspection, there is only one reason.

The skirmishers reacted too quickly in some respects.

As long as you hug him or even just hold his hand, an unspeakable awkward situation will immediately arise.

But with Paimeng around, most of the time things don't go as he wants.

As a result, the skirmishers had a particularly strong smell of gunpowder towards Paimon.

The hem of the skirt was lifted up. Nanke grabbed the straggler's shoulders and was mentally prepared. However, he bit his lip suddenly, opened his eyes wide and let out a "Woo!"

Furry, plush? !

what!

The wonderful touch went from the skin to the top of the head, and Nanke's whole body was numb.

The cheek flesh was pinched, and a warning kiss fell on the corner of the lips: "Don't be distracted."

"The country collapsed," Nanke's voice was trembling, trying to stop his disruptive fingers, "What did you get?"

He stared at her with dark purple eyes, half-smiling but not smiling: "Guess."

How could it be possible to guess.

Nanke was a little panicked and pushed him: "Don't..."

A few minutes later, Nanke's fingers pinched the soldier's back softly, his eyes red with tears.

The skirmisher finally showed mercy and revealed the little thing that had been tormenting her for so long.

A small piece of white, wet and messy snow is a feather.

When did he take it from her?

The skirmisher opened his fingers and threw the feathers on the ground, with a smile in his eyes: "Are you satisfied?"

Nanke's chest rose and fell rapidly, unable to understand: "Why..."

The words were not finished.

Nanke almost fell down, but was supported by the soldiers' arms around his waist.

"I'm the only one who wants it, it's not fair." The skirmisher fiddled with her fingertips and whispered in her ear, his voice full of desire and dissatisfaction.

Nanke's face was so red that it bled.

The skirmisher looked at her expression: "Nanke."

He deliberately called her name ambiguously and let his breath hit the shell of her neck and ears.

"Like it?"

Nanke bit her lip tightly and refused to speak.

His consciousness gradually became blank, and he could not hear the voice next to his ear clearly.

I do not know how long it has been.

Nanke's lips opened and closed vaguely.

Only the moment when the long-suspended hunger was satisfied was left clear.