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

Nanke's face heated up rapidly.

Look, I was misunderstood.

Nanke slowly shook his head against his threatening gaze. Thinking of what he said to Mitsuyo, he calmed down and made his position clear: "Don't worry, I won't like you."

Since he had already declared that he didn't like her, as a sensible traveling companion, she couldn't pester him endlessly.

After all, wanderers will meet many gentle people, and stragglers will definitely find a good home in the future.

At least that's what Nanke expected.

"Really?" Skirmisher's tone was so indifferent that no emotion could be heard, "That's great."

"Yeah." Nanke breathed a sigh of relief.

"I don't have any hobbies. My biggest interest is forcing others to do things they don't want to do."

Eh?

Nanke was stunned.

The skirmisher lowered his head, his soft and warm lips pressed against hers.

He paused for two seconds, took her lower lip in his mouth, and bit it twice as if to vent his anger.

"Let me make it clear first, this is not artificial respiration, nor is it magic healing, and you'd better remember to say this at the end every time from today on, lest I lose my fun."

Different from the soft touch on his lips, his voice was filled with suppressed sharpness and anger.

The skirmisher put down his words, let her go and turned around to get off the cabin.

Nanke looked at his back submerged in the shadows, his limbs stiff, and finally slowly raised his hands. After realizing it, he put them on his chest where his heartbeat was disordered, and pressed his lips that were still warm.

Oops.

Did she answer wrongly?

No, more importantly...

How many times has this happened?

What does "from today" mean?

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"Nan Ke, Nan Ke Ke Ke?" A Wang drawled his voice and waved his hand in front of Nan Ke's eyes, "Are you awake?"

Nanke woke up from his dream and saw what Awang was carrying. He quickly reached out and took some of it: "I'm sorry, I was distracted again."

"Don't you have a fever again? Your face is red too?" A Wang frowned, came over and pressed it on Nan Ke's forehead, "It seems a little hot. I'll go back and talk to Master..."

"I'm fine, Awang," Nanke interrupted her, smiled, and asked, "Is this enough for the next few days?"

She and Awang came out to buy dry food.

Before boarding the ship, I heard that meals would be provided on the ship. Most of the passengers had not prepared any solid food. Thanks to yesterday's unbearable dinner, several vendors on the ship set up their stalls early in the morning with bright smiles.

The quantity taken out is not much, and the price is of course...hmm.

It’s hard not to feel like there’s collusion with the management.

Awang glanced at the dry food in his hand and said flatly: "Humph, the purchase limit is the limit. Even if I, Awang, starve to death and jump into the sea to catch fish, I will never eat another bite from the ship's kitchen!"

The meaning of planting a flag is to be fulfilled.

Back in the cabin, Awang stared at the delicious food on the small table with wide eyes. Just smelling the fragrance made his mouth water: "Master, master, master! Where did so many delicious things come from!"

"Kunibeng did it," Asase Hibiki helped Awang close his chin and wiped his saliva, "It seems that it was rash to just follow the crowd and buy dry food."

Awang didn't understand: "Why did he suddenly change his gender? So kind?"

Nanke didn't understand either.

The skirmishers didn't live in the same room with them, and they didn't need to eat. They took the initiative to cook for them, which was more bizarre than a fantasy.

Two pairs of intensely puzzled eyes were cast towards Asase Hibiki, who just smiled slightly: "Be grateful, Awang. Let's all sit down and eat."

The ingredients and kitchen utensils were all taken from the kitchen, and he didn't know what the skirmishers did. Nanke was inexplicably worried about the big and round chef.

As I chewed the well-seasoned food, the warmth on my lips that I had caught off guard last night began to reappear.

Nanke suddenly couldn't eat.

After the meal, Awang burped contentedly and lay on the floor. He was forcibly dragged up by Asase Hibiki and went to the kitchen to return the dishes.

"I'd better go." Nanke put away the plates and stood up.

"It's a small thing that you should do if you receive favors from others," Asase Hibiki pressed her shoulders, "Just rest, Guobeng said he will come to you later."

Nanke:?

You are sold.

Asase Hibiki read the deep meaning in his eyes.

"Well, Miss Xiang!" Nanke's face turned red, "Guobeng and I are not like that..."

"Then I won't shine here anymore." Ah Wang suddenly realized and got up numbly.

They left one after another. Nanke lowered his head to look at the tea cup left by the table, pursed his lips tightly and stood up.

Can't stay here.

He had just taken two steps toward the door when he heard Awang laughing and shouting "The country is falling" outside and started to back away again.

If the cabin had windows, she would have jumped out of them immediately and escaped.

That intimate yet ambiguous gesture.

Don't want to do it anymore.

A skirmisher appeared at the door. When he saw Nanke's body tensing up as if facing a powerful enemy, he raised his lips and said, "Yes, he is very self-aware."

"The country collapsed," Nanke had no way to escape. He swallowed and said in a hard voice, "Don't do this."

"It's okay if you don't want to." The skirmisher walked in and closed the door behind him. "The skill of cooking can be considered a kind of strength. In the face of absolute power, no one will be your companion unless you follow the rules I set. , you have no other choice."

What does he mean by doing this?

Nanke watched him come over with a smile, moved diagonally across a low table, waited for him to reach the center of the room, and ran toward the door like he was avoiding a beast.

Caught unexpectedly.

Nanke was pressed against the door from behind. It was clear that there was a wooden board to the outside, but he couldn't break free.

"The country collapses!" She turned back and glared at him.

"Good expression," the skirmisher stared at her with dark eyes, "for the sake of you still knowing how to run, I will mercifully add one more - the last words you said to me last night How about repeating it once and I’ll let you go?”

The last sentence?

Don't worry, I won't like you.

Nanke opened his mouth.

When she said that sentence last night, she didn't have any distracting thoughts.

But she was human, and her thoughts were mixed just because of a kiss.

Those words have been mixed with too many other meanings.

I couldn't blurt it out anymore.

"Aren't you going to say it?" The soldier's eyes were filled with some kind of profound undercurrent.

"The country collapsed." Nanke was defeated and gave up resistance. He pressed his forehead against the hard wooden door. "What exactly do you want me to do?"

The resistance that had been deliberately hidden due to Asase Hibiki's admonition began to sprout again.

Isn’t it good to keep a safe distance from each other?

There will be no results anyway, so why must she give birth to expectations?

Invisible barriers hidden in the corners of the heart that have been deliberately ignored begin to appear.

Nan Ke instinctively refused to be forced.

Powerful thunder elemental power bloomed from the fingertips and spread along the skirmishers' hands that restrained her hands.

But he just frowned and felt no pain or itch.

It is impossible to resist the skirmishers.

Realizing that he was completely suppressed, a feeling of suffocation gradually spread over Nanke's mouth and nose.

This feeling is too similar to the experience of being unable to do anything except gritting your teeth and carrying the burden.

So much so that those shadows climbed up along with a sense of sight and enveloped her instantly.

Uncontrollably starting to think back.

An innate curse that once killed her self.

Be obedient.

Be well behaved.

Because you were wrong from birth.

Don't make a sound.

Don't resist.

Because you don't deserve it at all.

The skirmishers put into practice what Nanke said was bullying.

Seeing her face about to collapse, I finally felt a little happy. I wiped the corners of her eyes, but I didn't feel any tears.

It's really not easy for this woman to cry.

So he sneered and kissed her.

"Don't...!" Nanke finally couldn't help crying.

The saltiness of tears spreads on the tip of the tongue.

At this moment, the skirmisher suddenly felt blessed and suddenly realized.

This man who was not even afraid of death cried twice just because he was too close.

How could she live such a twisted life?

What on earth forced her to live such a twisted life?

"Coward, poor thing," he looked at the red corners of his eyes, looking helpless and pitiful, and couldn't help but curse in a low voice, "I finally understand, you guy..."

Not worth his kiss at all, are you?

Not worthy of attention, not worthy of love, being treated as a tool and pastime is already a luxury, not allowed to have any expectations, numbly living like a human-shaped machine, standing in the shadow of dust, keeping a smile obediently That’s the meaning of living…

Even if she is a living person.

The field of vision was obscured by the rich cold purple, and Nanke was forced to turn his head, and his empty and unfocused sight fell into the eyes of the skirmisher.

His sinking heart seemed to be tightly wrapped in the spider's silk eyes in front of him, hanging high.