Genshin Impact: One Hundred Confessions? Just a System Task

Ningguang's movements were perfectly natural, as if it were just a senior's usual praise and affection for a junior, or a superior's praise for a subordinate they greatly admired.

Ningguang withdrew her hand.

"I have an unavoidable social engagement to attend to later, so please excuse me. Now that you're back, please show your senior sister around Liyue Harbor and show her some hospitality."

"If you are not comfortable with the money, just put it on the account of Qunyu Pavilion, and someone will take care of it."

After speaking, she gave Shen He a polite nod again, then turned around, her skirt swaying, and gracefully departed, surrounded by a group of secretaries and attendants who had quietly appeared, leaving behind a noble, elegant, and unforgettable silhouette.

Shen He, standing still, watched Ning Guang leave quietly, but his gaze involuntarily and slowly shifted to Yi Chen's hair, which had just been stroked.

The soft black hair, because of the touch just now, seemed to have a small strand sticking up slightly.

An extremely unfamiliar yet intense emotion suddenly seized her heart.

It was no longer the faint sense of loss and sadness from before, but a clearer, sharper... unhappiness.

I'm extremely unhappy.

She was so unhappy that... the fingertips of her hands, which were used to holding guns and could easily cleave through monsters, were slightly itchy.

She was so unhappy... Looking at Yi Chen's head, which was completely oblivious and still staring blankly at Ning Guang's back, an uncontrollable thought popped into her mind:

I want to... press someone's head... to the ground... and... slam it hard... three times.

The thought was so sudden and so intense that it startled her.

Shen He subconsciously clenched his fingers, his knuckles turning slightly white, as if he was trying his best to restrain something.

Yi Chen turned around, intending to continue his travel plans, but he keenly sensed that his senior sister beside him seemed... a little off?

Although Shen He's face still had that same cold and aloof expression that never changed, Yi Chen could sense that the air pressure around her seemed to have dropped, and she seemed a little... unhappy.

He scratched his hair, which Ningguang had ruffled, leaned closer, looked carefully at Shen He's face, and asked in confusion.

"Senior sister? What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Or do you not like it's too noisy here?"

Shen He pursed his lips and did not answer, but his gaze quickly swept over his hair again.

Following her gaze, Yi Chen touched his hair, blinked, and tried to think.

Suddenly, as if struck by a flash of inspiration, Yi Chen exclaimed "Oh—" as if he had just realized something!

"Senior sister! Do you want to pat my head too?"

He leaned even closer, almost sticking his head in front of Shen He, speaking with unparalleled generosity and magnanimity.

"Oh, what's there to be embarrassed about! Just say you want to touch me! When we get back tonight, back to our room, I'll let you touch me as much as you want! Touch me all you want! There are so many people on the street right now, it's a little embarrassing!"

He completely misunderstood what made Shen He unhappy, thinking that she envied Ning Guang's behavior and wanted the same "treatment" herself.

"As for now—"

Yi Chen grabbed Shen He's wrist, which was hidden in her sleeve, as if letting go of her just now was only a minor incident, and his enthusiasm remained undiminished.

"Let's continue having fun! There seems to be a juggling act up ahead! Let's go check it out!"

My wrist was once again enveloped by that warm and strong hand, and the cold displeasure caused by Ningguang was miraculously dispelled by this familiar warmth.

Shen He looked down at his wrist, which was being held, and then looked up at Yi Chen's smug expression that said, "I was so smart to guess right." The violent thought in his heart that wanted to smash the floor tiles disappeared without him realizing it.

She was being pulled forward by Yichen, but her gaze once again fell on the top of his fluffy black hair.

Then...we'll touch it when we get back.

Now, let's go play with him first.

Chapter 48 Gift

As the sun sets and the lights of Liyue Harbor come on, the day's hustle and bustle reaches another climax.

Yi Chen and Shen He watched the sea at the pier, then joined in the fun by watching the acrobatics for a while. Finally, each of them held a cup of sweet lotus seed soup and sat on a bench at Chihu Rock to rest.

After playing all afternoon, even someone as energetic as Yichen felt a bit tired.

He sighed contentedly, slurped up the last mouthful of sweet soup, and patted his stomach.

"Hmm... Senior sister, we've had enough fun, we should head back now."

Shen He sipped the overly sweet drink, which was too sweet for her, and nodded slightly upon hearing this.

For her, the afternoon's experience was bizarre and information-rich, and she definitely needed to go back and calmly process it.

Yi Chen stood up, stretched, and his bones made a soft cracking sound.

He looked around at the dazzling array of shops, then suddenly remembered something important and slapped his forehead:

"Oh, right! Senior sister, we need to buy some gifts for Master to take back with us!"

Shen He raised his eyes, a hint of confusion in them: "A gift?"

She didn't seem to understand the necessity of this action.

Yi Chen gave him an expression that said, "You just don't understand."

"We snuck down the mountain! Even if Master doesn't find out, what if he does? If we bring back some gifts, Master might be happy and forgive us for sneaking out!"

The more he thought about it, the more he felt it was a brilliant idea, and he practically patted himself on the back for his ingenuity.

However, Shen He tilted her head slightly and asked a question that was very much in line with her logic.

"But if we bring gifts back, wouldn't that be tantamount to telling Master that we really did sneak off the mountain? Would that... still count as 'sneaking off'?"

Yi Chen: "..."

His smile froze instantly, and he blinked a few times.

Bringing a gift back would be tantamount to admitting guilt!

What's the point of this sneaky release then?!

He scratched his head, caught in a huge logical dilemma, his brows furrowed, muttering to himself.

"Oh...that seems to make sense...but...it doesn't feel right to go back empty-handed, does it?"

I played all afternoon, ate and drank, but didn't bring anything back for my master. I felt... a little guilty, like I was eating alone..."

After hesitating for a moment, Yi Chen finally steeled his heart and made a decision:

"Forget it! Never mind! Master is so smart, he probably already knows! Rather than living in fear, I might as well just 'bribe' him!"

He took Shen He's hand again.

"Come on, Senior Sister! Let's go pick out a gift for Master! I know a pastry shop that makes really delicious osmanthus cake; Master will definitely love it!"

Shen He looked at his conflicted expression, a mixture of self-deception and a desperate attempt to fulfill his filial duty.

She didn't object further, but obediently stood up and followed him to the pastry shop that smelled sweet.

For her, whether she could hide it from her master was not important; what mattered was... that her junior brother wanted to do it.

Moreover, choosing a gift for our master together... doesn't seem so bad.

As the afterglow of the setting sun dyed the sea of ​​clouds over Mount Aozang into a magnificent golden-red, Yichen and Shenhe finally rode the wind and quietly returned to the front of their cave.

As soon as the two landed, they looked up and saw Liu Yun Jie Feng Zhenjun standing leisurely under the ancient pine tree in the center of the platform, his bird eyes fixed on them, his wings folded to his sides, revealing no emotion.

Yi Chen's heart skipped a beat, realizing something was wrong!

Master was indeed waiting!

He quickly released his hand from Shen He's wrist, his face beaming with the brightest, most innocent smile. He rushed forward, holding the carefully wrapped box of pastries high, as if offering it as a sacrifice to Shen He:

"Master! Master! Look! We brought you the most famous Osmanthus Cake from Liyue Harbor! It's still warm! Please try it!"

He tried to distract his master with delicious food, his eyes darting around, not daring to look directly into the all-seeing gaze of True Lord Liuyun Jiefeng.

Liu Yun Jie Feng Zhenjun did not immediately look at the box of pastries. Her gaze first lightly swept over Yi Chen's guilty and ingratiating appearance, and then slowly and deliberately fell on the hands that the two had just let go of.

That gaze seemed to have a tangible weight, making Yi Chen feel his wrist, which had just been released, burning.

Liu Yun Jie Feng Zhenjun felt utterly helpless.

Those two little rascals!

Running away from home is one thing, but coming back and holding hands?!

Although it might be a habitual action of the kid, Shen He actually let him pull him like that?

We've only known each other for one day! We haven't developed much chemistry yet, but our physical contact seems to be getting more and more natural?!

She could almost imagine that in the days to come, she would not only have to worry about the teaching plan, but also be on guard against the cabbage she had planted herself... no, the two cabbages... uh, in short, on guarding against some uncontrollable developments!

An extremely strong sense of worry, like that of an elderly mother, welled up in my heart.

Even Liu Yun Jie Feng Zhenjun couldn't help but start thinking about a very serious question that made her scalp tingle:

If this trend continues, these two simple-minded (in a sense), powerful, and needing to be together day and night for cultivation, could they possibly... actually give birth to a little Qilin or something?!

Does that mean she, as the master, will have to study lesson plans while also helping take care of the kids?!

Just thinking about that scene made the tips of Liuyun Jiefeng Zhenjun's wings feel a little weak.

She took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the overly avant-garde and blood pressure-raising images in her mind, and decided to temporarily refrain from delving into the issue of "holding hands" to avoid causing herself further distress.

She turned her gaze to the snack box that Yichen was holding and gently pushed it open with the tip of her wing.

"...Alright, put the snacks down."

"Did you have a good time today?"

Seeing that his master did not immediately retaliate, Yichen breathed a sigh of relief and nodded vigorously.

"Enjoy it to the fullest! Thank you for your concern, Master!"

Looking at his carefree attitude, Liu Yun Jie Feng Zhenjun felt exhausted again.

She flapped her wings and said listlessly:

"Well, that's good. It's getting late, so get some rest. Tomorrow... we'll begin formal training again."

She needs some time to calm down and reassess the risks of this "dual major" teaching plan.

"Yes! Master, you should also get some rest!"

Yi Chen felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He quickly placed the snack box on the stone table next to him, and pulled the still clueless Shen He back to his cave.

Leaving behind a crane, Master Liuyun Jiefeng, he gazed at the exquisite box of osmanthus cakes and the last rays of sunset on the horizon, lost in deep thought about how to safely and efficiently train his apprentices.

There is a long way to go...

Chapter 49 Ruin of Innocence

The two returned to their secluded cave dwelling. After a quick wash, a faint, cool fragrance mixed with moisture filled the stone chamber.

Night had fallen, and Mount Aozang was shrouded in a silence far deeper than that of Liyue Harbor, with only the occasional chirping of birds or the rustling of wind through the pines coming from outside the window.

As the daytime hustle and bustle and adventure faded, fatigue gradually crept in. Yi Chen slumped onto his soft pillow and sighed contentedly.

He turned his head and found that Shen He had not lay down immediately, but was still sitting upright on the other side of the stone bed, staring at his hair without blinking.

Yi Chen was stunned for a moment, then suddenly remembered the promise he had made that afternoon!

"Oh, right!"

He sat up abruptly, very consciously bringing his head close to Shen He's, even lowering it slightly.

"Senior sister! You can touch me! It's a promise! You can touch me as long as you want!"

He looked like a big dog eagerly nuzzling its head into its owner's hand, seeking affection—sincere and completely unguarded.

Shen He looked at the fluffy black hair head that he had offered to him.

She hesitated for a moment, then slowly raised her hand and carefully and gently placed it on Yichen's hair.

It feels softer than I imagined, and has a fresh scent after washing.

Her movements were initially somewhat awkward and stiff; she simply stroked gently, one stroke at a time, as if handling a very fragile treasure.

Yi Chen initially felt a little itchy and couldn't help but laugh, but soon, the gentle, soothing touch, combined with the fatigue accumulated from a day of playing, made him comfortably squint his eyes.

He simply adjusted his position, lay down on his side, and rested his head on Shen He's leg to make it easier for her to move around, mumbling incoherently.

"Senior sister... your technique is quite good..."