Evening
In her bedroom, Kamisato Ayaka stood before her mirror.
She gazed at her reflection, dressed in a sky-blue JK uniform. Her cheeks were tinged with a faint blush.
Pulling lightly at her collar and smoothing the hem of her skirt, she carefully ensured every detail was perfect. Finally, she patted her face softly and gave herself a firm nod.
“Yes!”
Tonight was the night she and Luo Qing had planned—she would be visiting his home.
The last time Luo Qing had snuck into her room, she’d caught a faint scent of another woman’s perfume on him.
This left her with a heavy realization: there was a high likelihood that other women were already living in Luo Qing’s house.
She had to dress her best tonight—no way could she afford to lose to anyone in terms of presence.
During their previous conversations, she had noticed that Luo Qing had a particular fondness for her in a JK uniform with a ponytail.
So tonight, she’d put it on just for him, planning to surprise him.
After calming the excitement in her heart, Ayaka turned to the pitch-black teleporting toilet, took a deep breath, and gently sat on it.
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Meanwhile
Makoto, ever the self-proclaimed “queen of the household,” managed to keep the encounter from escalating into a full-blown battlefield.
As they walked back to the house, she clung to Luo Qing’s arm the entire way, perhaps as a way to assert her position.
Shenhe and Ganyu both felt a bitter pang in their hearts.
For some reason, both women found themselves thinking the same thing:
If only the one Luo Qing was holding… was me.
Before long, the group arrived at the house.
The unexpected addition of the two Liyue sisters stunned Theresa, who was nestled on the couch, knitting.
As one of Luo Qing’s earliest followers from Liyue, she vividly remembered how her master had thoroughly charmed these two women.
But how had they managed to follow him all the way to Sumeru?
Were they here to stir up trouble?
Meanwhile, Rosalyne, Luo Qing’s personal maid, remained unperturbed.
To her, it made no difference. She had already accepted her role as her master’s possession, and whether he brought home one or several women was none of her concern.
“Alright, hand me the fish,” Makoto said, lifting the large catch from Luo Qing’s waist. Then, turning to Ganyu and Shenhe, she added in a soft voice, “Why don’t you two relax in the living room for a bit? Theresa and I will get dinner ready. Rosalyne, you come along too.”
“Yes…”
“Huh?!”
Theresa blinked, but a subtle look from Makoto jolted her into action. She quickly followed after her with an exaggerated smile.
“O-Oh! Of course, my lady! I’ll help you right away!”
Her instincts told her that staying near Luo Qing right now would only spell trouble.
With that, only Luo Qing, Shenhe, and Ganyu remained in the living room.
The two sisters sat on the couch, while Luo Qing took a seat across from them.
After a long silence, Luo Qing glanced at the closed kitchen door and decided to break the ice.
“So, Ganyu, Shenhe… what brings you two to Sumeru?”
“We…”
Ganyu’s cheeks flushed. She opened her mouth but couldn’t find the words.
“We’re here to see you,” Shenhe said coldly.
“Lumine told us about your relationships with some women in Inazuma—that you were… intimate with them. We came to confirm if it’s true.”
“Inazuma?” Luo Qing pondered briefly. Lumine must have seen him kiss the Raiden Shogun. And Ayaka… well, that was probably obvious by now, too.
“It’s true,” he admitted.
“Why would you do that?” Shenhe asked, her gaze fixed on him. Her eyes flicked to the red string bracelet on his wrist—the one she and Ganyu had gifted him together. Seeing him still wearing it stirred a mix of anger and disappointment in her heart.
“Give it back. You’re not worthy of wearing it!”
“Oh?” Luo Qing raised his wrist, letting the bracelet dangle slightly. “But you gave it to me. It’s mine now, isn’t it?”
“Give it back!”
“And if I don’t?”
“Then I’ll—” Shenhe moved as if to grab her polearm, prepared to battle him on the spot.
But before things could escalate, Ganyu hurriedly stepped in to stop her.
“Shenhe, please! Luo Qing is right. We gave it to him, and we can’t just take it back…”
Turning to Luo Qing, she offered a slightly apologetic smile.
“Luo Qing, I’m sorry…”
Her soft and regretful expression stirred something within Luo Qing.
It seemed that Zhongli had indeed kept his promise to appear in Ganyu’s dreams and guide her. But this was still Luo Qing’s mess to clean up, and he couldn’t leave it all to Makoto.
After a moment of thought, Luo Qing decided to be direct.
“So, why did you give it to me?” he asked. “Was it out of guilt? Or was it something else?”
“If it’s guilt, I don’t need it. I can return it to you right now.”
“I…”
“You—” Shenhe glared at him, but Luo Qing cut her off with a smirk.
“But if it’s something else…” He stood up, walked over to them, and leaned down slightly. His voice dropped to a whisper.
“Then what is it?”
Both women fell silent.
When they searched their hearts, they couldn’t quite explain why Luo Qing mattered so much to them.
“And Shenhe,” Luo Qing continued, straightening up. “Didn’t you promise to stay in Liyue Harbor? What are you doing here in Sumeru?”
“Because of you…” Shenhe’s cheeks turned red as she averted her gaze.
She hadn’t meant to come this far, but hearing about his intimacy with other women had left her no choice.
“Because of me? What about me?”
“Because you’re a scumbag…” she muttered.
“True, I am a scumbag,” Luo Qing replied nonchalantly. “But what’s that got to do with you? Knowing that, why are you still here? Unless…”
He tilted his head slightly, a teasing smile playing on his lips.
“You like me?”
“…”
“I…” Shenhe’s face turned crimson as she fumbled for words.
Lowering her head, she stayed silent for a moment before suddenly lifting her gaze, fixing her eyes on Luo Qing.
“Then what about before? When you put your arm around my waist—what was that supposed to mean?”
[+1 Frustration Points from Luo Qing]
Was Theresa right all along?
Was Shenhe truly the type of hopelessly pure-hearted girl who believed that just holding her waist meant taking responsibility?!
“Are you saLumine I should take responsibility?” Luo Qing asked.
“Isn’t that what you’re supposed to do?” Shenhe’s gaze wavered, as if she wasn’t entirely confident in her own words.
“Of course I should.”
Something about her flustered expression struck Luo Qing as endearing.
With a chuckle, he made a bold decision.
Time to act.
Moving swiftly, Luo Qing cupped Shenhe’s face with both hands.
Before Ganyu could react, he leaned in and kissed her without hesitation.
The room fell utterly silent.
Time seemed to freeze.
Shenhe’s wide-eyed, stunned expression and Ganyu’s comically large, round eyes said it all.
Luo Qing had kissed Shenhe.
And… he’d even used tongue?!
Does this count as openly flirting?!
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