Genshin simulation: I fell into darkness, in exchange for her peace

"Speaking of which, they have to thank Ling Hua."

Ilan gently brushed away a cherry blossom petal that had fallen on her head for Kamisato Linghua.

"If it weren't for Ling Hua's busy preparations for this festival, everyone wouldn't have been able to enjoy this festival."

"My brother is making fun of me again, it's obviously my brother who is busy before and after." Kamisato Ayaka said a little frustrated: "Obviously, I said that I would preside over this festival, but as a result, everyone also asked my brother to help, and I was too immature."

"As the first time, it's already pretty good."

Ilan rubbed her sister's head, and in her mind she remembered Ayaka's previous generosity on the altar, without the slightest stage fright.

He pretended to be unintentional and said: "Maybe Ling Hua, you also have outstanding talent in government affairs, do you want to try to help your brother deal with government affairs?" "

Bang!"

A firework exploded violently in the air, making a sharp sound.

Kamisato Ayaka suddenly raised her head to look at Ilan, and her ice-blue eyes were not soft as before, but full of surprise and uncertainty.

"Brother, what do you mean by that?" She asked, staring into Elan's eyes.

Ilan looked away slightly, and smiled with a joking look on his face: "How?" Before I took the initiative to share the burden for my brother, but now my brother takes the initiative to ask you to help, but you are unwilling?

But Ling Hua ignored the joke in his words, stared at Ilan with a somewhat aggressive gaze and said, "Brother, you know I didn't mean that.

"...," Ilan sighed and said, "Ling Hua, you know, I am a person who separates the family after all, you are the concubine of the Zong family, I also promised before that I will give you the rights of the society when you grow up-

" "But brother, you know it, I don't care about this at all." Kamisato Ayaka interrupted his words and said.

"But in the eyes of outsiders... Forget it, it's my bad, I shouldn't say this at the festival, let's continue to enjoy tonight's fireworks display. Seeing

that Ling Hua's face was getting worse and worse, Ilan decisively terminated the topic.

The two continued to admire the beautiful fireworks, but neither of them was as calm as at the beginning.

Ilan didn't notice that where he didn't see, Kamisato Ayaka showed a determined look.

......

Late at night, after the festival, Ilan and Kamisato Ayaka returned home.

After washing, Ilan leaned against the head of the bed, looking a little helpless.

The reason why he wanted to gradually transfer power to Kamisato Ayaka was certainly not because of any clan and division - he was not that pedantic.

That was just an excuse for him to hide his actions.

The real reason is that if his plan can go smoothly, then sooner or later the society will be handed over to Ling Hua.

But how could he explain this kind of thing to Ling Hua?

"Forget it, these troubles are still left to yourself in the simulator to entangle, just read the text outside."

The escape was shameful but useful, and Ilan was about to end the somatosensory mode to moisten off, but just then, the door to his bedroom was pushed open with a "click".

Moonlight pours in through the open door, and bathed in the silver glow of the moonlight is Ayaka Kamisato dressed in a kimono.

At this moment, Kamisato Ayaka is wearing a white kimono.

On the kimono, pale red cherry blossoms bloomed, spreading from the corners of the skirt but not beyond the belt around the waist.

After faintly climbing onto Ling Hua's knees, they came to an abrupt end, which made Ling Hua's upper body kimono as pure as early winter snow, except for an inconspicuous pink cherry blossom printed on the collar on the right side of the kimono.

Kamisato Ayaka's face was lightly put on makeup, making the girl more feminine in her purity.

Seeing Ilan look over, a red glow appeared on her face, and her expression showed a bit of pure shame, but she still looked at Ilan boldly.

"Does Ayaka look good dressed like this?"

"Good-looking... Wrong! Ilan swallowed a mouthful of spit, and said with a slightly dry throat: "Ayaka, what are you doing?"

Kamisato Ayaka didn't answer him right away.

She stepped on the clogs, walked in through the doorway with broken steps, and then closed the door with a "click".

The moonlight poured in from the window, the sound of insects and birds disappeared, and only Ilan and Kamisato Ayaka were left in the entire bedroom.

"You said before that you are from a separate family, so it is inconvenient to be the head of the Kamisato family... But the solution to this problem is simple. "

Click!"

"Click!"

The clogs stepped on the floor, making a crisp sound, but Ilan only felt that he was stepping on the bottom of his heart.

Soon, Kamisato Ayaka walked to the bed and came to Ilan.

A thin blush appeared on the girl's face, she slowly climbed onto the bed, shook off the clogs on her feet, revealed a pair of snow-white lotus feet, and whispered in a place very close to Ilan: "As long as you become Ayaka's husband."

Ilan couldn't help but shrink back a little.

Feelings are a very complex thing.

He admits that when he first treated Kamisato Ayaka, he had some ulterior motives, such as child brides and tearing down.

But people are not ruthless, after all these years of getting along, even if it is only in the simulator, he really regards Ayaka as his relative.

After some changes in his thinking, this situation appeared, which made him a little overwhelmed for a while.

And....

Hell, is this really that Kamisato Ayaka?

Could it be that I have raised her crookedly over the years?

No, no, think about it, in the original plot of the game, Ling Hua originally belonged to the kind of character who dared to love and hate.

Finally, Kamisato Ayaka came to Ilan's side, and said with a trace of attachment and shallow charm in her ice-blue eyes: "Let Ling Hua be your wife tonight." "

Bang!"

Kamisato Ayaka was thrown onto the bed by Ilan, the girl's long cherry white hair spread out on the bed, and the collar of the kimono was half-open, revealing the delicate collarbone, with an ultimate sense of aesthetics.

In Freudian terms, Elan's "id" eventually triumphed over the "ego" and "superego," his reason and morality faded at a specific time and in a particular environment, and instinctive desires took over control of the body.