I'm playing Honkai Impact 3

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The scene is that after the male and female protagonists have experienced an adventure, at night, while they are bathing together, the female protagonist hugs the male protagonist, and then...

Qiong heard Xia Die's breathing quicken slightly, her face flushed with an alluring blush, and her purple eyes veiled with a misty haze.

But the quill pen swayed faster and faster in response to her movements, just like the intense scenes in the book.

Good guy!

Incredible.

This is incredible!

Qiong gasped as she looked at the girl's shy and eager expression, completely absorbed in the heroine's world.

This is...

It's all Changyeyue's fault!

Every time Xia Die finally mustered the courage to attack the crystal, she was knocked unconscious by the tentacles of the red jellyfish, erasing her thoughts of launching an attack.

Again and again...

Each time she wakes up, all that remains is the accumulation of closeness, dependence, and growing affection for Qiong, yet she cannot release it.

The only option was to find another way, releasing my emotions in the world of words.

As for why there are always so many perfectly timed ambiguous atmospheres that stir Xia Die's heartstrings?

Of course, it's a script meticulously designed by Qiong!

The battles between Changyeyue, Xiaodie, and Tilisipeus are incredibly interesting.

Even if it means getting involved myself, it's worth it!

Moreover, the inability to suppress and drain Qiong in bed weakened Chang Yeyue's aura, making it impossible for her to be too harsh on Qiong.

If it were just her alone, she would definitely see it through, but March 7th just couldn't take it anymore.

Unable to bear it, I could only slightly shrug off Qiong and put the pressure on Xia Die and Tirispius.

As a result, the adorable, dazed butterfly was forced to vent her frustrations by writing.

Qiong's eyes darted around, and she quietly untied the sewn book, opened the door from the inside, and strolled easily behind Xia Die.

He greeted her naturally, patting her soft, fragrant shoulder with his hand.

"Butterfly? I'm taking Heather to the market in the north to buy some things later. Do you want to come along?"

"Ah ah!!!"

The unexpected touch startled Xia Die, and it was only you who could touch her.

In the instant she realized what was happening, her face turned bright red, and three cotton candy-like clouds of steam popped up from her head, transforming her into a steam princess.

She slammed the notebook shut with lightning speed, practically collapsing onto the table to prevent Qiong from seeing its contents.

"Your Excellency, how...how did you get here!?"

Xia Die buried her flushed, burning cheeks in her arms, like an ostrich burying its head in the sand, only peeking out a little bit, and turned her head to look at Qiong.

"Even if it's you, you still need to knock first."

Xia Die's slightly puffed-out cheeks are absolutely adorable!

"I've come to invite you to go shopping."

Qiong looked completely innocent and bewildered.

"I knocked on the door several times just now, were you too engrossed in your novel to hear me? Let me see what masterpiece has you so captivated~"

As she spoke, Qiong made a move to lean over and take a closer look.

"No, no! This cannot be shown to you yet!"

Upon hearing this, Xia Die hugged the notebook in her arms even tighter, and the touch of Qiong's cheek on her arm made her cheeks blush even more.

"This...this really can't be shown to you right now. Let me...let me finish writing it all and revise it perfectly, then I'll ask you for your feedback, okay?"

She was practically begging.

"Oh, don't be shy, I won't laugh at you."

Qiong narrowed his eyes and deliberately drew out his voice.

He deliberately rested his chin on Xia Die's shoulder and rubbed his cheek against her burning earlobe, his posture intimate but his tone full of teasing.

"Let me guess, is it something bad being written?"

"N-nothing..."

Xia Die's voice was barely audible, and her body trembled slightly from excessive shame and nervousness.

In the past, such intimate gestures and your requests were enough to make her dizzy and surrender.

But this time, absolutely not!

If Your Excellency were to see those explicit words... her life would end here!

"is it?"

"Yes……"

Xia Die buried her head even deeper and murmured.

"Okay, then I'll show it to you after you've finished writing it."

Seeing the satisfied expression, Qiong knew when to stop. Pushing her any further would only make things worse if she really forced Dazedie to self-destruct.

Fun should be enjoyed gradually and consistently.

"Then it's a deal. When you finish your masterpiece, you must be the first to let me read it."

Qiong stood up straight, readily changing the subject and offering Xia Die a way out.

"So, regarding the procurement..."

"Well……"

Xia Die moved her head, which was resting on her arm.

"You and Hathaway should go; I need not."

It would be dangerous for her to go to a crowded market.

Moreover, I absolutely must not get up and let Your Excellency see the novel in my arms.

"OK then."

Qiong didn't insist, but instead put on an encouraging smile.

"Keep it up, my great writer!"

He leaned down and placed a light kiss on Xia Die's smooth forehead.

He turned and left, his steps leisurely.

"...!"

Xia Die raised her hand to touch the forehead where she had been kissed. She watched Qiong's departing figure, her purple eyes shimmering with a gentle, captivating tenderness.

"Your Mightiness……"

After hearing Qiong call out to Heather, and the two left the Golden Courtyard through the Anywhere Door, Xia Die slowly got up.

Her gaze fell on the notebook in her arms that had almost caused her social death, and the shyness in her eyes was gradually replaced by sweetness and impulse.

She picked up her quill, dipped it in ink, and continued writing rapidly below the previously interrupted erotic passage:

Gray embraced Purple, placing a tender and precious kiss on her smooth forehead, whispering like a vow: "We will be together forever, until the end of time."

[That light kiss was like a fuse, instantly igniting a torrent of love in her purple eyes. She threw herself onto the warm, steamy stone floor...]

Mrs. Xiaodie, your thoughts flow like a spring.

……

at the same time.

"I haven't been here for half a month. Did this place just finish fighting?"

Stepping through the Anywhere Door onto the streets of the Hyperion Empire, Qiong immediately sensed something unusual in the air.

The once bustling streets now appear desolate and dilapidated, with large numbers of emaciated refugees huddled under eaves at street corners, stretching out their withered hands to beg.

A heavy sense of panic hung in the air.

"Your Majesty, the iron-fisted lion monarch of Hyperion, suddenly passed away half a month ago. He had no heir, and the successor remains undecided."

Like a loyal knight, Heather followed behind Qiong, telling the story in a voice as gentle and melodious as the tide.

"The empire is fragmented, and royal families wage war for power..."

"Another civil war."

Qiong pouted, seemingly uninterested.

For fools, watching a national power struggle might provide a bit of amusement during their leisure time.

But looking across the entire interior of Onfaros, this kind of drama is playing out almost every moment, with little variation, and after seeing it so many times, it becomes utterly tedious.

"Can't you come up with anything new?"

He commented listlessly, then turned to leave, intending to buy something casually and leave.

Just as they passed a street corner piled with debris and filled with refugees, Hazel noticed that Kyō suddenly stopped in her tracks.

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze falling on an inconspicuous corner of the street, and his bored expression vanished.

"Your Majesty, what have you discovered?"

"We may have found a side quest."

Having spent so much time together with Ban Kun, Haiseyin had come to understand some of Qiong's abstract words, and she followed Qiong's gaze.

Lock onto the target instantly.

Amidst the falling, feather-like snowflakes, a vibrant, leaping blue hue, like a strangely colored sprite on an icy plain, stands out strikingly.

It was a girl.

He looked only seven or eight years old.

She has an extremely rare gradient hair color, ranging from light sea blue to almost milky white, which is loosely and messily draped over her shoulders.

He was wrapped in a dirty, patched, tattered shirt and mingled among the refugees.

"Indeed, it's somewhat special."

Her pale blue eyes lacked the confusion and naivety common to children her age. She was calm and clear about her situation. She moved with the flow of people and was also begging.

"Your Majesty, she seems to be injured... Wait, what is that?"

Hazel opened her eyes slightly wider.

"Golden Descendants?"

Qiong also noticed the golden blood flowing from the girl's wound.

The girl was very clever and concealed it immediately.

In chaotic times, displaying golden blood is not a good thing.

Unfortunately, besides Qiong and Heather, who possessed extraordinary perception, a nobleman who happened to be passing by also witnessed this brief scene.

His initially casual gaze paused for a moment after catching a fleeting glimpse of gold, then transformed into undisguised greed.

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"This girl... suddenly reminds me of an old friend named Lelouch."

Qiong's thinking has always been unconventional, and not just ordinary unconventional, but rather a continuous, leaping divergence.

So much so that apart from Xing, very few people could keep up with his thoughts, which ran wildly across the logical plains like a pack of unbridled huskies, while also destroying houses along the way.

Lelouch's image was thus unearthed from the corner of his memory by a particularly active-thinking husky.