Late into the night.
After dealing with the Osial situation, Luo Qing didn’t regroup with Ningguang and the others. Instead, he pulled Ganyu onto a waveboat and headed straight back to Liyue.
He had plans to prepare the teleportation toilet in a few days to bring his wives over from Mondstadt. Opportunities to focus solely on “winning over” Ganyu were dwindling, so he had to make good use of the time he had.
Although, like Ayaka, Ganyu had stated firmly that certain things would have to wait until after marriage, who could say for sure? Maybe, in the right moment, emotions would flare, and things would escalate naturally.
After all, Ayaka had already…
By the time they returned home, it was well past midnight.
Exhausted from the day’s events and the preparations for the Lantern Rite, Ganyu could hardly keep her eyes open.
Hiding behind the folding screen to wash up—without letting Luo Qing sneak a peek—she quickly changed into a loose silk nightgown. Then, with a yawn, she headed straight for bed.
Over the past few nights, Ganyu had grown used to falling asleep in Luo Qing’s arms.
While Luo Qing’s hands always seemed to wander under the covers—kissing and touching her with obvious mischief—he had yet to cross that final line. Once his “hand-holding” quota was filled, he would simply cuddle her to sleep.
After a few days, Ganyu had gotten used to his presence.
Even now, seeing Luo Qing sprawled on the bed in nothing but bright red shorts didn’t make her blush as deeply as before. Instead, she calmly placed her foot on the edge of the bed, climbed up, and nestled into Luo Qing’s embrace.
“Luo Qing… thank you for today,” Ganyu murmured, shifting slightly as she rested her head against his arm, trying to find the perfect spot where he could hold her without his mischievous hands poking her uncomfortably.
“No need to thank me.”
Luo Qing chuckled, gently stroking one of Ganyu’s horns before burying his nose into her soft, lavender-scented hair.
Her faint fragrance was intoxicating, stirring something within him.
“Ganyu, we’re family, remember? And family doesn’t need to say thank you.”
“Mm…”
Ganyu shifted closer, comforted by his words. For reasons she couldn’t quite explain, hearing him say “we’re family” filled her with warmth and an unshakable sense of safety.
But then, Luo Qing’s tone turned teasing.
“Still, if you really want to repay me, I wouldn’t say no~”
“Eh?”
Ganyu’s head shot up, her cheeks flushed.
“Luo Qing… What kind of repayment do you mean?”
“That depends on what you’re willing to offer, Ganyu~” Luo Qing whispered, leaning closer, his nose lightly brushing against her cheek.
Even without him saying it outright, his playful actions spoke volumes.
“W-well…”
Ganyu lowered her gaze, her thoughts spinning.
The truth was, after these past few days, everyone—Ningguang, Keqing, and the others—already knew she was living with Luo Qing.
In their eyes, two people living under the same roof… well, it was obvious what that meant.
Even if she tried to explain that she and Luo Qing had only been sleeping innocently side by side, no one would believe her.
“Hmm…”
Maybe… she could give Luo Qing…
Ganyu’s eyes glimmered with quiet resolve. Closing her eyes softly, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his.
Luo Qing froze in place.
He’d been teasing her, expecting at most a shy kiss on the cheek. Never had he imagined that Ganyu would take it this far—on her own initiative, no less!
This is faster than Ayaka…
But Luo Qing wasn’t one to let an opportunity slip by.
As soon as Ganyu’s lips touched his, he sat up, wrapping his arm around her slender back and sliding his hand beneath her nightgown. His movements were smooth and practiced, leaving no room for hesitation.
Feeling his hand move across her skin, Ganyu’s face turned bright red. She looked up at Luo Qing with shy, vulnerable eyes, unable to hide her embarrassment.
Their gazes met. The air grew thick with tension, promising a storm of passion.
Then—
Knock, knock, knock!
A sudden, loud knock at the door shattered the mood like glass.
“Senior Sister, are you in there?”
A familiar female voice echoed from outside.
“…”
“…”
[+1 Frustration Value from Luo Qing]
[+1 Frustration Value from Ganyu]
The room fell deathly silent.
Luo Qing leaned against the wall, back to the headboard, while Ganyu sat awkwardly on his lap, her nightgown in disarray and her face crimson.
“Uh…” Luo Qing glanced toward the door, then down at Ganyu, his expression pleading. Maybe we pretend we’re not home?
“Senior Sister?”
Shenhe’s voice sounded again, tinged with confusion.
“That’s strange. The lights are on… Could she not be home?”
“Senior Sister, I’m coming in…”
“…”
“Oh no, I forgot Shenhe has a key…” Ganyu gasped, scrambling off Luo Qing’s lap in a panic. Hastily, she tugged her silk nightgown into place, fumbling to straighten the buttons that had come undone.
“Luo Qing, hurry up and put some clothes on!”
Meanwhile, outside the door.
Shenhe was already sliding the key into the lock when the door suddenly opened.
Ganyu stood in the doorway, her face flushed, dressed in a light blue silk nightgown. The collar and hem were rumpled, and a few buttons had been hastily fastened out of order.
“Senior Sister…”
Shenhe frowned slightly, her sharp gaze scanning Ganyu from head to toe.
“Are you… working this late?”
“I—” Ganyu stammered, her voice faltering as she glanced nervously back into the room, where Luo Qing was still lounging shamelessly.
“I was just… getting ready for bed. Shenhe, what are you doing here?”
“I received your letter and came down from the mountain as soon as I could.”
“O-oh… right.”
Ganyu flushed deeper, suddenly remembering that she had written Shenhe a letter when Luo Qing arrived, intending to notify her.
But she hadn’t expected Shenhe to arrive… now.
“Senior Sister, you’re—”
Before Shenhe could finish, the sound of footsteps approached.
Luo Qing appeared behind Ganyu, shirtless, with a smug expression. He wrapped an arm around Ganyu’s waist, pulling her close as he grinned at Shenhe.
“Yo, Shenhe. You’re here late.”
“…”
Shenhe’s mind went blank.
The scene before her was scandalous.
A shirtless man standing behind her Senior Sister—who, by the way, was clearly flustered, her nightgown rumpled and collar askew. The implications were obvious.
“Luo Qing, you…!” Ganyu’s voice rose an octave, her embarrassment peaking as she shot him a glare. “Didn’t I tell you to put on clothes?”
“Why? It’s not like there’s anything she hasn’t seen before,” Luo Qing replied with a shrug, his tone infuriatingly nonchalant. He looked back at Shenhe, his grin widening. “Why so shy? Come on in.”
“I…” Shenhe faltered, her eyes darting away from Luo Qing’s red shorts. Why is he wearing something so… inappropriate?!
“Don’t just stand there. Come in already,” Luo Qing said, grabbing Shenhe’s hand and pulling her inside before she could react.
With the door shut and locked behind her, Shenhe glanced at Ganyu—her clothes still slightly disheveled—and then at Luo Qing, who stood there completely at ease.
“Did I… come at a bad time?” Shenhe asked hesitantly.
“Not at all,” Luo Qing said, flashing her a devilish smile. “You’re right on time~.”
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