Honkai Impact 3rd, Paradise Typewriter isn't for making this kind of game.

Even a torrential downpour couldn't wash away this feeling in her heart. Such an unspeakable shameful thing... actually happened to her twice in a row, both times with Mr. Xia Yuan present. What did she do in her past life that she felt guilty towards him?

Mei couldn't help but think to herself.

Originally, she only wanted to help Mr. Xia Yuan wake up the sleeping Alicia, but why did she always feel like she had gotten herself involved and was trapped in the game of chess? Now, if she didn't have the other person's shoulder to lean on, she might collapse to the ground at any time because her legs were weak.

After a moment of silence, looking at the other person's head still buried in her shirt, Mei slowly said somewhat embarrassedly, "Um, Mr. Xia Yuan, now that I've wiped the shirt clean... could you please take that stain on your shoulder out for a moment?"

"No problem~ Mei, I think it looks brand new now."

Xia Yuan pulled his face away from his shirt, intending to admire the fruits of his labor, but Mei's body suddenly trembled, and she instinctively took a step back. Fortunately, Xia Yuan helped her up in time.

"Mei, are you alright...? Why does your face look so red? Do you have a fever?"

Seeing the concern in his expression and his dirty cheeks that looked like those of a kitten, she grabbed Xia Yuan's wrist just as he was about to reach out from under his cloak to touch Mei's forehead to feel her warmth, and gently wiped away the dirt on his cheeks.

"No...it's alright, Mr. Xia Yuan. I just had a fever from running all the way. I'll be fine after a short rest."

Mei stammered, trying to hide the truth she couldn't tell the other person.

Xia Yuan, however, suddenly became very frustrated upon seeing the other person's shirt.

Strange... I clearly wiped it clean, so why are there still stains on Mei's shoulders? Panting and uneasy, Xia Yuan, like a child caught doing something wrong, stammered, his feet scraping against the pockmarks on the ground.

"Mei, did I mess up?"

Mr. Xia Yuan, in his final moments of lucidity, looks so much like Kiana from before. Even Aunt Mei is a little confused. I wonder what kind of gratitude Kiana will feel when she sees Mr. Xia Yuan now, and whether she will recall the things she did in the past?

I want to drink Mei's Mei juice!

"Mr. Xia Yuan... what do you mean by 'messing up'?"

Xia Yuan, who had been keeping his head down and hiding his arm under his cloak, slowly stretched out and pointed to Mei's shirt, which was soaked in the rain. "Mei, look... I had wiped them clean, but now there are two long, large stains that have spread to both sides."

Following Xia Yuan's direction, two faint lace trims were visible beneath the shirt, which was completely soaked by the rain.

Even in the pouring rain, Mei's cheeks were flushed. How could she explain to the delirious Mr. Xia Yuan that it wasn't a stain, but her underwear? But how could she bring herself to say it...?

In short, find a reason to temporarily divert their attention and help them cheer up.

"It's...it's alright, Mr. Xia Yuan. Those two stains have always been there. Don't worry about them. They will disappear on their own at night, and during the day...well, they will quietly come back."

Perhaps it was because she had been taking care of Kiana for a long time, or perhaps it was because of her interactions with little Gretchen in the Land of the Dead and Alicia's teasing that Aunt Mei's ability to express herself and her capacity to endure hardship had greatly increased. Making up a story on the spot was not a difficult task for her.

"But if that's the case, wouldn't you have a hard time every day, Mei? Why don't I help you get rid of them completely?"

But things obviously didn't go as she had planned. Mei realized that if she continued on this topic, she might have to show her embarrassing side to Mr. Xia Yuan for the third time.

So... seeing Xia Yuan's restless little hand, Mei decisively grabbed his wrist and changed the subject.

"Mr. Xia Yuan, please let me bandage you up first. The wounds on your hands and chest can't be left untreated any longer. If they stay soaked in the rain, they are likely to become infected again."

Chapter 450 Mei, my dear Mei~

After the physical discomfort subsided somewhat, there were no bandages or alcohol for the time being.

However, due to accidentally drinking the potion from Little Gretchen, Mei's senses were amplified to an extreme degree, especially the sensation in her lower abdomen. To alleviate the chill coming from the outside world, the blanket she carried around her waist came in very handy at this moment.

"Mr. Xia Yuan, please wait here for me."

After a moment, as if by magic, Mei slowly walked towards Xia Yuan with a blanket that was still warm. She took out the sword at her waist and cleanly cut the neatly folded blanket into three equal parts, carefully wrapping them around his injured hands.

"Mei, how did you conjure this blanket up like magic? I didn't even see you holding anything in your hands. Can you teach me later?"

Looking at the other person's expression, which resembled that of a curious child, Mei was somewhat overwhelmed.

"Of course... but Mr. Xia Yuan, could you please wait until we reach a safer area first?"

"It's nice, but my dear Mei... you've wrapped my hands up like dumplings. Could you wrap them a few less times? Now I can't even shake hands. It feels a bit strange."

"This is the only way to stop the bleeding for you, Mr. Xia Yuan. Please bear with it for now."

While being bandaged, Mei was also observing Xia Yuan's reaction. Despite the two wounds that almost crossed his palms, he seemed numb and unable to feel any pain, which made Mei even more worried.

"Mr. Xia Yuan, can you feel your hands now?"

"Of course I can feel it, Mei, you'll see~"

Perhaps to prove that he was alright, Xia Yuan waved his hands, which were wrapped in a blanket, at the other party. Aunt Mei had also thoughtfully tied two bows on his wrists as decoration.

It's good that you can still feel it, so it seems that your senses haven't disappeared... Now there's only one last wound left to treat.

After saying that, Mei's gaze slowly shifted to the other person's chest. She reached out and grabbed Xia Yuan's shirt to lift it up, but the other person seemed to realize something and quietly moved behind her, keeping a certain distance from Aunt Mei.

Xia Yuan, with his hands protectively covering his chest, said somewhat nervously:

"Uh... Mei, this is a bit inappropriate. What are you planning to do to me? Why are you trying to lift my shirt? I... I can't do anything to betray Bronya."

Perhaps it was the image of Bronya that flashed through his mind, causing Xia Yuan to instinctively distance himself from Mei. Even though his IQ had dropped to the same level as Chongchong's, deep down he was still constantly reminding himself... he couldn't do anything that would make him feel guilty towards Yaya again.

Seeing Xia Yuan protecting himself and keeping his distance from her in a wary manner, Mei was both amused and exasperated.

Just moments ago, someone was practically burying their face under her shirt, so why is she suddenly acting shy and hiding from her now? Is she trying to do something to betray Bronya? Mei was a little curious; it seemed Bronya had done a lot of psychological counseling for Mr. Xia Yuan in private.

Suppressing the urge to tease the other person, Mei couldn't help but advise:

"Mr. Xia Yuan, come here quickly. There's no need to be so scared. I'm not going to eat you. I just want to help you treat the wound on your chest. If you don't lift up your shirt... how can I bandage your wound, Mr. Xia Yuan?"

Seeing that the other person remained rooted to the spot and dared not approach, Mei coaxed her like a child, "Come here, listen to what Mei-neechan says."

"Um, Mei, can I leave it on? I feel pretty good right now, so I don't think I need to keep bandaged up..."

"What do you think?"

Mei gave the other person a meaningful look, leaving Xia Yuan to figure out the meaning for himself.

Even if Xia Yuan's IQ dropped to the level of that stupid bug, there are only two possibilities in the current situation.

【one,】

[Mei forcibly pulled open her shirt to bandage her wounds; she had once again betrayed Yaya's trust.]

【two,】

[He very consciously lifted his shirt, and then completely succumbed to the abyss.]

Whether he took it off voluntarily or was forced to, the final result pointed to only one path, and Xia Yuan seemed to have no other choice.

"Okay, I... I can do it myself. Mei, turn around right now, don't peek!"

Seeing the other person's expression, Mei could no longer suppress the urge to tease him. "Mr. Xia Yuan, haven't you ever gone shirtless in the summer? Why are you suddenly shy?"

"Absolutely, absolutely not shy, cough cough... it's just that I feel a little embarrassed when Mei keeps staring at me."

However, to Aunt Mei, Xia Yuan's explanation was no different from being shy. But in order to bandage Mr. Xia Yuan's chest wound as soon as possible, Mei crossed her arms and silently turned away.

If it were before, Mr. Xia Yuan would never have acted this way, but the current Mr. Xia Yuan seems much more interesting than before. Mei couldn't help but smile slightly. After Mr. Xia Yuan regains his senses and tells her what happened, will she want to find a hole to crawl into?

During the waiting period—

Mei didn't sit idle; she cleaned up the traces of her arrival and concealed her and Mr. Xia Yuan's whereabouts.

"In this way, the Herrscher of Domination shouldn't be able to track us down for a while. Let's go check if Mr. Xia Yuan is dressed properly..."

But Mei, who had arrived at the city's drainage outlet, did not receive a response from the other party for a long time.

"It shouldn't take that long to just take off your outer clothes, right?"

Worried that something might have gone wrong, Aunt Mei, who was searching for the other person, called out, "Mr. Xia Yuan, are you done yet?"

Just as Mei was about to pick up her sword and be on high alert, a hesitant voice came from a hidden corner and reached her ears. The voice seemed to contain a hint of grievance and forced helplessness.

"That Mei... I don't think I can take off her coat right now."

Xia Yuan quietly emerged from a small corner and looked at the other's small hands, which were entangled in mid-air like a rice dumpling. Even without saying a word, Mei understood what had happened.

"Let me help you untie it, Mr. Xia Yuan."

With a soft sigh, Mei felt as if she had returned to the days when she took care of Kiana at St. Freya Academy. She slowly walked up to Xia Yuan and gently took his wrist.

Chapter 451 Aunt Mei's Jealousy

Upon seeing Mei's arrival, Xia Yuan subconsciously lowered his small hand that had been waving in the air.

Then, he closed his eyes tightly, turned his head to the side, and dared not look at the other person. With a look of resignation and desperation, he trembled and presented his hands in front of Mei. As long as he could not see it, he should not have let Mei down, right?

"Come on, Mei, I...I'm ready. Go ahead, do it!"

Noticing that the other person's hands and lips were trembling slightly, Mei couldn't help but ask herself, "Am I really that scary in Mr. Xia Yuan's eyes?" Or was Mr. Xia Yuan left with some kind of psychological trauma from being pursued by the Herrscher of Domination before?

In any case, let's bandage the other person first.

As for the diagnosis of psychological issues, that can be left to Dr. Ai and Dr. Tesla later. But Mei seems to have overlooked the fact that her lightning bolts left a far deeper impression on Xia Yuan than the Herrscher of Thunder...

Gently lifting the other person's coat, which was soaked with rain and blood, Mei saw a shocking wound on the chest. Such a wound would probably leave a scar that would be difficult to remove even after it healed.

Warm fingertips gently brushed across Xia Yuan's pale skin, which was marred by the loss of too much blood. How could he ever make amends to her and escape this self-reproach? How could he explain this to Bronya?

"Um... Mei, are you done yet? Your fingers are making me a little itchy."

Xia Yuan's laughter brought Mei back to her senses, and she carefully wrapped the blanket in her hands around his chest like a bandage.

For some reason, seeing the other person wanting to open their eyes but not daring to for some reason... Mei suddenly felt an urge to tease them, and this urge drove her to speak.

"Mr. Xia Yuan, how are you feeling now?"

"Hmm...it feels warm and cozy."

"Mr. Xia Yuan, since you feel warm, why don't you open your eyes and take a look? Even just squinting and peeking through the crack won't hurt. Taking another look won't make Bronya feel uncomfortable."

He could feel the other person's warm fingertips still lingering on his chest, even pressing closer to him...

Xia Yuan hesitated for a moment, but still suppressed his curiosity and shook his head at Mei, "Mei, this isn't a good idea. I can't let Ya Ya down."

He couldn't open his eyes; if what he saw was the last thing he wanted to see, he would feel even more sorry for Bronya.

Xia Yuan's persistence stirred a strange emotion in Mei's heart, a faint hint of jealousy. Bronya had indeed found a good subordinate after leaving Schicksal to become a game producer. Why hadn't she met a teammate like Bronya yet?

Perhaps it was Mei's competitive spirit that was ignited.

She wanted Xia Yuan to open his eyes and look at her properly, at least to make him realize that she wasn't as scary as he imagined.

"It's alright, Mr. Xia Yuan. Bronya isn't here right now, so there won't be any problem even if she opens her eyes. Besides, I won't reveal a thing to Bronya. Let's just keep it as a little secret between the two of us, okay?"

Mei's seductive whispers echoed in Xia Yuan's ears...

She didn't know what was wrong with her, why she said such strange things to Mr. Xia Yuan, and even the image of his hand accidentally pressing against her clothes on that snowy day kept replaying in her mind.

Every memory—

The tactile sensations from those memories would manifest in reality. That indescribable comfort made Mei instinctively want to relive it, but the intense emptiness that welled up in her heart after reliving it was unbearable.

Mei felt incredibly ashamed of her inner thoughts.

Two conflicting thoughts intertwined in her mind, like a rollercoaster ride from peak to trough and then back to peak. If not suppressed, this feeling might plunge Mei into an even deeper abyss.

After a moment of silence, Xia Yuan tentatively asked, "Really...really won't Ya Ya find out?"

Of course!

Just take a look, just one look. Just like Mei said, Yaya isn't here, how would she know what she's doing?

Under Aunt Mei's constant persuasion and patient guidance~

Xia Yuan ultimately couldn't resist Mei's temptation and quietly opened his eyes to observe his surroundings.

When he peeked through his half-open eyes and saw a slightly mocking smile on Mei's lips, he knew he had been tricked.

Although Mei didn't do anything outrageous or excessive to him like the Herrscher did when he closed his eyes, Xia Yuan felt as if he had lost something, as if Mei knew he couldn't resist his intense curiosity.

"Bullying me, bullying me... Mei is bullying me!"

He felt he could never go back, and he had no face to see Bronya again. Thinking of this, Xia Yuan felt extremely wronged. He kept waving his bound hands, as if he wanted to protest against her teasing and mockery in this way.

"Hehe~ Okay, okay, I'll forgive your Mei-nee this time, okay? Actually, once you get used to it, Mr. Xia Yuan, you'll find that it's not a big deal. You'll get used to it and it will pass quickly. Shyness is just a temporary psychological reaction."

Mei chuckled as she lowered Xia Yuan's shirt, placing her hands on his shoulders and patting him to comfort him, though the smile in her eyes didn't diminish in the slightest.

"I feel like there's something off about what you're saying, Mei. How can I possibly get used to having such a beautiful older sister like Mei lift up my coat? I can't expect you to do this kind of physical exam for me every day, can I?"

"If Mr. Xia Yuan wants, it's not impossible, but you'll have to keep your eyes open the whole time until you get used to it."

Xia Yuan quickly waved her little hand:

"No, no, no... Mei, my dear Mei, please spare me. I don't know how to face Bronya now."

“Mr. Xia Yuan, I think Bronya would also want her subordinates to have a happy future. There is no such thing as letting them down or not. There is no need to suppress your emotions.”

Mei was like a life mentor at this moment, guiding him back to the right path. She believed that it was the constraints and shackles that Bronya imposed on him at work that caused Mr. Xia Yuan's subconscious to develop a resistance and rejection to external influences.