Genshin Impact, I, a mere mortal, cannot accompany you to the very end.

Even Mr. Zhongli felt the pressure in the girl's eyes; she was truly imposing.

He could only smile:

"Young friend Nuoyan is drunk, please take good care of him."

"Pah..." Ying retorted, "I wouldn't care if you drank yourself to death outside."

Although she said that, she still painfully settled the bill, feeling increasingly frustrated and angry. She gave the boy's dazed head a hard tap.

"You were out fooling around the other day too, huh? Serves you right for fooling around!"

Paimon, also finding an excuse to settle a personal score, imitated Ying and gave Qing Nuoyan a hard knock on the head, while scolding her:

"I told you not to teach Paimon's 'Seven-Colored Sunshine' technique, I told you not to teach it..."

Zhongli watched them quietly. Spring light streamed through the window, casting the emerald green shadows of the ivy onto the three of them. The sunlight was soft, making the scene natural and vivid.

He couldn't help but feel a little self-deprecating, thinking that perhaps Qing Nuoyan didn't need his concern, as someone else would take care of him.

He smiled with satisfaction: "Young lady."

"what?"

"This friend of mine," he said earnestly, "I'm entrusting him to you from now on."

I'm leaving everything to you from now on.

Ying's ears turned slightly red at first, but after a while she realized what was going on.

I don't understand what this person is saying. What do you mean by asking me to do this... it's not yours.

You act like you're from a very senior generation, talking like an old man!

I was already very angry.

Who is this person?

Bad friends.

She patted Qing Nuoyan's head again, like a kitten declaring its territory, her delicate chin held high, one hand on her hip, her bright golden eyes sharp and proud.

"This pretty girl was kidnapped from the mountain by my grandfather... He still owes me money, she was originally mine!"

The proud way she said this was just like a victorious hen.

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PS1: Si Gu added a line of poetry due to illness. The writing is terrible and it's just a poor sequel. Please be gentle with your criticism.

PS2: Oh my god, I already said it would be impolite to keep bothering you like this, Omega, just leave already!!

Genshin Impact: Serpent's Shadow Under the Flame

Volume 1: Chapter 77 Do You Know How Deeply I Long For You? (Chapter 2.5)

I take back what I said before.

I... shouldn't have been so stubborn.

I was wrong, so wrong.

Surrender.

This was Qingnuoyan's only thought before he passed out drunk.

I feel so bad...

Drinking alcohol in the morning makes me feel terrible.

Adding goji berries didn't help.

My head felt like it was going to split open; my vision was blurry and shaky, flickering with thick shadows; my chest felt heavy and uncomfortable; my internal organs churned with each breath; and stomach acid surged up...

Oh my god, I feel like I'm going to die.

The boy had never drunk alcohol in his life, and all his past memories and experiences had been wiped clean. For him, everything in this world was a completely new first.

This includes drinking alcohol.

He was a perfectly good teenager with an absurdly low tolerance for alcohol.

Osmanthus wine is made from high-purity baijiu (Chinese white liquor), so its alcohol content is already quite high.

However, seeing Zhongli down a cup in one gulp with such chivalrous spirit, Qing Nuoyan thought it was cool, so he stubbornly insisted on doing the same, insisting that drinking and eating heartily was the mark of a grown man.

As he finished the first bowl, he was still disdainful, secretly thinking proudly:

Whew, this wine doesn't seem so strong after all.

Now I'm really suffering the consequences; I'm experiencing dizziness, chest tightness, and general weakness.

Ying helped him back to the hotel, and he fell asleep immediately, sleeping soundly from dawn till dusk.

When Qingnuoyan opened his eyes again, the setting sun had disappeared behind the mountains, casting scattered shadows. Outside the window, wild geese cried out in the west wind, and dusk had fallen; it was already late at night.

I still feel terrible.

He was covered in sweat, his jacket had been taken off, and his thin shirt clung to his collarbone. His lips were dry, and his throat felt like it was on fire.

"Drink this."

A sound that sounds like a command.

The boy looked up and met a pair of cold, bright golden eyes, Ying looking down at him.

This is a bowl of red bean soup.

It was still steaming slightly, with water vapor rising from the bubbling broth. Bright red beans floated on the light red broth, round and smooth like jade, resembling pearls.

“I heard from others that red beans can soothe the lungs and help with hangovers,” she said.

Qing Nuoyan took the bowl, raised his smooth neck, swallowed with his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, and poured all the hot soup into his lungs. The warmth spread along his esophagus to his internal organs, and his body warmed up as well.

"Drink it all."

"Oh."

Ying watched as the boy gulped down the soup, then coldly said, "Give me the bowl."

Qing Nuoyan handed the bowl to Miss Ying, who took it, snorted coldly, and turned to leave without looking back.

Wow...

She's so irritable.

But this also shows that Qingnuoyan is in the wrong.

He also knew why Ying was so angry; it must be because Zhongli had eaten too much of the food, allowing this person to take advantage of him for no reason, and Ying was definitely unhappy about it.

If it were him paying the bill, he would definitely be unhappy too.

"Ying...don't be angry..."

He needed to use his high emotional intelligence to say something to make up for it, so he forced himself to sit up and said, as if to ask for credit:

"Actually, Ying, we didn't lose money. I saw long ago that Zhongli was shameless and wanted to rip me off... To prevent him from taking advantage of us, I kept rinsing off the osmanthus wine he brought; that wine is really expensive..."

He patted his stomach and announced drunkenly, "I've made up for it all!"

He let out a burp.

The boy spoke with his chin held high, looking smug, like a little rooster that had won a fight.

"..."

Ying stopped, turned her head, stared at Qing Nuoyan, and pursed her thin lips into a thin line.

This guy is still drunk.

“I’m not angry,” she asked again. “Why do you think I’m angry?”

“Because I… spent too much money.” Qing Nuoyan still stubbornly insisted at the last minute, “But I’m skilled at drinking and have a high alcohol tolerance, so I drank it all back for him… hiccup, I’m not drunk, I’m really not drunk.”

"Why am I angry?" Ying asked calmly.

Didn't you just say you weren't angry...?

She's really unpredictable.

Qing Nuoyan felt her high emotional intelligence wasn't enough and said, "Because I spent too much money..."

Why am I angry?

Ying stared at him, her gaze stern. Her expression was calm, yet she exuded an inexplicable air of authority. Under this inexplicable authority, Qing Nuoyan involuntarily bowed down and subconsciously looked away.

"Why am I angry?" she asked again.

silence.

After a long pause, Qing Nuoyan finally admitted in despair, "Because I was drunk... I made you worry."

The moonlight cast hazy shadows of pine and cypress trees outside the window. Qingnuoyan patted his smoky head, like a child admitting his mistake, and said in defeat:

"I'm so sorry... Ying, I made you worry..."

"The apology wasn't sincere." Ying gave a soft snort, her expression icy, her eyes like a block of ice.

what...

This is how girls are when they're angry. They say they're not angry at all, but then they press you to tell them why they're angry. It's contradictory and strange. You rack your brains but can't answer them, and then they get even angrier. They're willful and capricious, saying that apologies should be sincere and have a good attitude. They're truly the most incomprehensible creatures in the world.

I heard from others that red beans are good for the lungs and can help with hangovers.

Interacting with these kinds of creatures requires careful observation, much like communicating with a kitten. You can't just listen to what they say; you have to observe what they do.

Qing Nuoyan thought about that bowl of red bean soup. Even though Ying was so angry, she still patiently asked others what was the best way to sober up and made herself some red bean soup.

He had been unconscious for a day, and the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was her. Perhaps she had been watching over him while he was drunk all day.

It depends on what she did...

If you look at it from a different perspective, this kind of creature isn't so difficult or complicated to understand. On the contrary, it's quite adorable—a truly proud little cat. It will call you home for dinner, dry your hair, and take care of you when you're drunk.