Genshin Impact: One Hundred Confessions? Just a System Task

I instinctively reached out and touched it.

A warm and moist sensation came from my fingertips.

She looked down and saw a striking bright red stain on her fair fingertips!

She...she actually...watched Mr. Yichen's sword dance...and got a nosebleed?!

A wave of overwhelming shame instantly engulfed Ayaka Kamisato!

She frantically tried to cover her nose, but was afraid of being discovered by Yi Chen in the room. She was so flustered that she wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into!

Meanwhile, Yi Chen, who was in the arena, seemed to have noticed the subtle commotion and turned his head in confusion.

"Ayaka? What's wrong? Why is your face so red?"

When Ayaka Kamisato heard Yichen's voice, she trembled violently and instinctively wanted to cover her face completely with her hands, but then realized that this would only make her look more suspicious. Her movements froze in mid-air, unable to move forward or backward.

The warm sensation on the tip of her nose lingered, reminding her of how embarrassing things had just happened!

"N-nothing! It's just...it's just a little hot..."

Her voice was barely audible, her eyes darting around in a panic, she didn't dare look at Yichen at all, and tried to cover it up with the most clumsy excuse.

Looking at her embarrassed and almost fainting appearance, and then noticing the faint red stains between her fingers, Yi Chen, though still emotionally inept, understood that she must have encountered something embarrassing.

He sheathed the black gold ancient sword and strode over.

He looked up at the weather with a puzzled expression. The spring sunshine was quite warm, and the dojo was well-ventilated.

"Are you wearing too many clothes? Or are you feeling unwell?"

He moved closer, his brows furrowed slightly, and looked at Ayaka Kamisato with genuine concern.

As he approached, his handsome face magnified instantly in Ayaka Kamisato's eyes. The young man, who had just finished wielding a sword, still carried a slightly warm aura and a faint, clean scent like fresh grass.

Just then, a perfectly timed breeze swept by, swirling up even more cherry blossom petals, which surrounded the two like a dreamlike curtain.

A few petals even playfully clung to Yichen's still slightly sweaty hair and shoulders.

Sunlight filtered through the fluttering petals, casting dappled shadows on him and highlighting his refined and elegant air, a quality that lingered between youth and adulthood, making him appear like a painting.

As Ayaka Kamisato looked at Ichichen, who appeared even more beautiful and unreal amidst the cherry blossom rain, so close to her, her brain went blank again, and her nosebleed not only didn't stop but flowed even more fiercely!

Ugh! Damn it! Stop it! Stop it now!

This damn body! It can't even resist the slightest... slightest temptation of "beauty"?!

How shameful! So incredibly shameful!

She was screaming inside, wishing she could just disappear on the spot.

Although...on the verge of a mental breakdown, she had to admit...the scene before her was indeed...very...pleasing to the eye...

Looking at her increasingly red face and the unstoppable nosebleed, Yi Chen finally belatedly realized the seriousness of the problem.

"Oh no, I really have a nosebleed!"

He instinctively groped around on his body, seemingly looking for something to stop the bleeding.

Soon, he pulled out a clean, dark-colored handkerchief from his pocket.

He didn't care about avoiding suspicion anymore and handed the handkerchief to Ayaka Kamisato.

"Here, Ayaka, stop covering your nose. Use this to press against your nose. Tilt your head up and lean forward a little... It might smell a bit sweaty, but it's definitely clean. Use it if you don't mind."

His actions and words were completely open and honest, stemming entirely from concern between friends, without any ambiguity whatsoever.

But the handkerchief that still carried his body temperature and faint scent, and the way he was looking at her intently, were undoubtedly another strong "stimulus" for Ayaka Kamisato!

Ayaka Kamisato looked at the handkerchief handed to her, then glanced at Yichen's clear eyes filled with pure worry, and her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat!

Answer or not answer?

By accepting the call, I was essentially confirming the fact that I had been looking at him so much that my nose bled!

If I don't answer, am I supposed to let the nosebleed keep flowing?!

Ultimately, the physical embarrassment overcame the psychological shame.

With her eyes almost closed, she swiftly snatched the handkerchief from Yichen's hand with a barely perceptible movement, pressed it against her nose, and lowered her head deeply, as if she wanted to bury her entire face in it.

Sure enough, the handkerchief carried a very faint, clean scent belonging to Yichen and a slight warmth from exercise... Kamisato Ayaka felt the heat on her face surge again, almost burning up!

"Thank you so much, Mr. Yichen..."

Her voice was muffled by the handkerchief, so soft it was almost inaudible.

"It's okay, it's easy."

Yi Chen breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that she had stopped bleeding.

"But why would you suddenly have a nosebleed? Is it because the weather has been dry and you're feeling hot lately? Or have you been training too hard? How about I ask Thomas to make you some rock sugar pear soup to soothe your nose?"

Kamisato Ayaka: “…”

All she wanted to do right now was find a crack in the ground to be quiet for a while; she had absolutely no desire to discuss the reason for her nosebleed!

Meanwhile, the culprit was still seriously analyzing various possibilities, completely unaware that the real "cause of the disease" was right in front of him.

Chapter 24 So disappointing (2800 words)

Seeing that Ayaka Kamisato finally covered her nose with a handkerchief, Yichen felt a little relieved, but seeing that she was still looking down and too shy to be seen, he felt that he couldn't just stand there like that.

In the past, when his cub form was inconvenient, Ayaka always took meticulous care of him, and now it was his turn to repay her.

"Wait a minute, don't move."

Yi Chen gave a word of advice, then turned and strode quickly toward the tea place beside the dojo.

He poured a glass of warm water, carefully tested the temperature, and found it to be just right before bringing it back.

Ayaka Kamisato was still immersed in immense shame when she heard footsteps approaching. She instinctively tried to hide, but then she realized that Yichen was already squatting in front of her.

"Here, drink some warm water first, drink slowly, don't choke."

Yi Chen's voice was very soft, carrying a gentleness that was inconsistent with his usual unconventional style.

He held a water glass in one hand, and with the other hand he seemed to want to support her shoulder to help her sit up straighter, but then he felt it was inappropriate. His hand paused in the air for a moment, and finally he gently supported her elbow to help her adjust her posture.

His fingertips briefly touched her arm skin through the thin sleeve of his shirt.

The touch was warm, with a hint of roughness from sword practice, like a weak electric current that instantly coursed through Ayaka Kamisato's body, causing her to tremble slightly involuntarily, and even the hand she was pressing her nose shook.

"Mr. Yi, Mr. Yichen! I can't possibly trouble you with all this..."

She panicked and tried to refuse, instinctively shrinking back.

It was already embarrassing enough for Yichen to see her in such a sorry state, how could she let him take care of her personally?

"What's the trouble?"

Yi Chen didn't care at all, and even frowned slightly because of her avoidance, and moved the hand holding the water glass forward again.

"When I was so small before, weren't you the one who took care of me?"

As he spoke, recalling the meticulous care that Ayaka Kamisato had shown him during that time, his eyes softened and became more sincere.

"Now it's my turn to take care of you, isn't it the least I can do? Come on, be a good girl and drink the water."

His words were straightforward and frank, without any ambiguous hints, yet like the warmest spring breeze, they gently dispelled some of the embarrassment and unease in Ayaka Kamisato's heart.

She quietly raised her eyelashes and, through the gap in the handkerchief, saw the boy squatting in front of her, his eyes clear and focused, filled with pure concern.

The softest part of my heart was gently touched.

She hesitated for a moment, then slowly released her hand from her nose, but still covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief. Her other hand trembled slightly as she took the cup of warm water.

Her fingertips inevitably touched Yi Chen's fingers, sending another flutter of excitement through her.

She sipped the water slowly, and the warm water seemed to soothe her restless blood and heartbeat.

Yi Chen squatted down in front of her, quietly watching her drink water, without the slightest impatience.

The sunlight shone on him, making him look exceptionally warm and reliable.

After Ayaka Kamisato finished drinking her water, Yichen naturally took the empty cup and put it aside. Then, looking at her still slightly flushed cheeks and evasive eyes, he seemed to suddenly remember something and said very seriously:

"You're not allowed to call me 'sir' anymore. It sounds too formal."

Ayaka Kamisato was taken aback and asked instinctively,

"Then... what should it be called?"

"Let's call him Yichen."

Yi Chen answered crisply and decisively, as if it were a matter of course.

"Don't friends usually call each other by name? Aren't we friends?"

His logic was simple and direct, yet it made Ayaka Kamisato's heart skip a beat again.

She looked into the boy's incredibly honest eyes, which clearly reflected her own disheveled yet racing heart.

Perhaps... more than just friends...

But this realization made her even more panicked.

"Okay...ok..."

Ayaka Kamisato lowered her head, her voice barely audible, as if trying to hide herself, yet carrying a subtle hint of sweetness and anticipation.

"...Yi...Chen..."

The first time she called his name directly, it felt as if her tongue was burning hot.

When Yi Chen heard her finally change her mind, he smiled with satisfaction. His smile was sunny and bright, as if it could dispel all gloom.

"That's right!"

He stood up and extended his hand to her.

"The ground is cold, get up quickly. Do you want to rest in a shady spot for a while?"

His hand remained suspended in the air, waiting for her.

Ayaka Kamisato looked at the hand with its distinct knuckles, which had just been wielding a heavy ancient sword, but now extended the gentlest invitation to her.

She took a deep breath, calmed her racing heart, and finally gently placed her slightly trembling hand into his palm.

His hands were warm and strong; with a gentle pull, he lifted her up from the ground.

The two stood very close, their sleeves touching, the air filled with an ambiguous atmosphere of cherry blossoms, sweat, and the sweet fragrance of a young girl.

Ayaka Kamisato felt that the heat on her face was unlikely to subside anytime soon.

Yi Chen took Shen Li Ling Hua's hand and pulled her up from the ground, but did not let go immediately.

He only felt that her hand was soft and slightly cool, and trembling a little, so he subconsciously held it tighter, trying to warm her with his body heat, without feeling that there was anything wrong with this action.

"Let's go sit in that pavilion over there; it's cool there."

As Yichen spoke, he took her hand and led her toward the pavilion in the corner of the courtyard.

Ayaka Kamisato was held firmly by his warm hand, following closely beside him.

The embarrassment from before had not completely faded, and now her hand was being held tightly, the warmth of his palm flowing continuously, soothing her slightly cool skin, and even seeming to burn directly into her heart.

Her heart was pounding wildly, like she was carrying a frightened rabbit, pounding against her chest so loudly that she almost doubted Yichen could hear it.

The blush on her cheeks didn't fade; instead, it became even more vibrant because of the intimate contact.

What made her even more embarrassed was that she felt her legs going weak and her steps were unsteady, as if she were walking on soft clouds, each step light and airy.

If Yichen hadn't been holding her hand firmly, even providing some support, she doubted she would have collapsed.

How could this happen... We were just holding hands...

So disappointing... Ayaka Kamisato...

She silently despised her body's reaction, but the throbbing and tingling sensation surged like a tidal wave, leaving her powerless to resist.

She could clearly feel the outline of Yi Chen's fingers, and feel his fingertips, slightly calloused from sword practice, rubbing against the delicate skin on the back of her hand, bringing a subtle yet thrilling electric current.

A gentle breeze swept by, lifting her silvery-white hair and scattering more cherry blossoms. Petals fluttered down, some even playfully landing on their clasped hands.

Yi Chen seemed to notice that her steps were a little slow and unsteady, so he stopped and turned his head to look at her.