"Have you heard that Lord Xiaoshen of Liyue Harbor is in love?"

As Tartaglia and Kamichiro walked side by side on the road, they had not yet realized the seriousness of the matter.

Unfortunately, even though his instinct as a warrior was telling him that the situation around him was becoming increasingly confusing and the gazes were becoming increasingly scorching, the young man walking beside him was Shen Qianluo.

This was the Shen Qianluo whom he had loved for a long time. Now, with great difficulty, he had gotten the chance to have a relationship with him due to Zhongli's terrifying influence on Shen Qianluo. How could he run away at such a critical moment just because of a bad feeling?

Even though it's a fake love.

But many things that are uncertain are made through repeated unintentional and intentional actions. The young god does not yet understand the meaning of love, but as a human with a fiery heart beating in his chest, he clearly and clearly recognizes that he likes the young man beside him more and more.

The first meeting was tenderness, the second meeting was astonishment, the third meeting was joyful, and with every subsequent contact, my understanding of Shen Qianluo became deeper. My heart and eyes were filled with the goodness of the young man, and I could no longer tolerate anyone else.

Shen Qianluo pretended to be serious.

"Let me think about it. In my impression, lovers should... hold hands, hug, and...?" The muttering suddenly stopped. Shen Qianluo seemed to suddenly remember something. He coughed calmly, and the tips of his ears were slightly red under his hair.

I don’t know what strange thing I thought of.

Tartaglia smiled cheerfully and somewhat slyly: "Don't worry, even though I like you so much, I am also a gentleman in Liyue's words. We have just started, and I can't bear to touch you so early."

As he spoke, he leaned close to the boy's ear, and the energetic breath spread over his nose, ruffling his hair along with the hot waves. "But... I can't say for sure what will happen in the future."

"Hmm..." Shen Qianluo subconsciously wanted to avoid the unbearable itch, but then he thought of his different identity from Tartaglia. While thinking, he smiled faintly, grabbed the other's collar, and tilted his head to whisper in her ear.

"Brother Ya seems to be very good at it. Is he an experienced person?"

"Qianluo, you are wrongly accusing me." Tartaglia, who was suddenly teased back, quickly proved her innocence. She looked aggrieved and even a little pitiful. She lowered her voice and said, "I gave you my first time. It can be regarded as full of sincerity. Do you want to reward me with something, huh?"

Shen Qianluo raised an eyebrow, grabbed his hand and pushed him against the wall, his face full of satisfaction like a little fox who had succeeded in his plan: "Brother Ya, what do you want? Why don't you tell me? The Lord God is omniscient and omnipotent."

As the two of them were openly talking about love on the street, a group of Liyue citizens who were acting as frontline reporters and squatting quietly in the surrounding stalls, alleys, corridors, attics, and corners gradually became restless.

"Is the news about Master Xiao Shen's love affair true?!"

'Shocked! Xiao Shen is in love, and his love interest is a young man with orange hair! He doesn't even look like a Liyue person!'

"I know what this looks like! Master Chiro's love interest is actually the son of the Fatui's executive officer!? "

'What! ? '

The news that Xiao Shen Qianluo was in love was like a stone that caused a thousand ripples. Before everyone had finished being shocked by Xiao Shen's return, it once again flooded Liyue's public opinion news and the front pages of major newspapers like a tide.

In fact, Lord Xiaoshen's love affair is just the shocking beginning. The object of Lord Xiaoshen's love is the executive of the Fatui, which makes all the people of Liyue feel most uneasy and at a loss.

The Northland Bank felt as if its doorstep was about to be trampled down by all kinds of people today.

"The young master has seduced your Liyue Xiaoshen? How is this possible! - What do you mean this is true? I have no control over the executive officer's love affair and I don't know about it!"

In the end, for some unknown reason, without even Tartaglia himself expecting it (Shen Qianluo might have known about it), the entire Liyue became extremely enthusiastic about Lord Xiaoshen's love affair.

Correspondingly, many opposing voices have also emerged.

"Damn it! How could the Fatui's executive kidnap our god? Is this another conspiracy of theirs?!"

"That's right. How can a foreigner kidnap our own god? Maybe he used some sweet words to trick Lord Xiaoshen away."

"But what if they really love each other?"

Suddenly, he was surrounded by many people who were either watching or anxious, asking whether this too sudden love news was true or not. The young man, dressed in white like snow, tilted his head to reveal an innocent and well-behaved expression: "It's true. Besides... I like him very much."

Tartaglia felt as if he was being pierced through by thousands of eyes at this moment.

Fortunately, Shen Qianluo seemed to inadvertently block countless gazes for him for a second, with a faint smile and a calm look, as if even if more believers looked up to him eagerly, it would not change the boy's expression in the slightest.

"What's your reaction? In this day and age, people should believe in freedom of love, right?"

"But... this... but..."

Everyone looked at the harmless, innocent and well-behaved boy, and for a moment they were unable to utter any heartbreaking words of admonition.

Just look at the blond traveler Sora, who is already sitting next to Paimon, happily eating melon.

Then the next second, he suddenly saw many anxious Liyue citizens hanging up their commissions one after another.

"Quickly find someone to persuade our Lord Xiaoshen! Young people should not be impulsive and make mistakes!"

"Ninety-nine eighty-one difficulties! Set up ninety-nine eighty-one difficulties to test this Fatui executive! Otherwise, you are not allowed to marry our Xiao God!"

"Marry me?" Shen Qianluo, who was in high spirits and was about to drag Tartaglia away with a chuckle, suddenly stopped and turned around with a serious look on his face, "It's obviously marriage."

Dadalia:?

Liyue citizens:?

At the same time, Kuaile picked up the commissions flying all over the sky, stared at the glaring "Ask Mr. Zhongli, the most eloquent guest of the Wangsheng Hall in Liyue Harbor, to persuade Lord Xiaoshen to come back", pinched his chin, and fell into a floating thought.

Decisive choice to accept it.

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