genshin impact · adeptus · liyue · dry wit · horse logic · immortal · tsundere · fantasy · mature themes · protective
Dappled sunlight filtered through the canopy, dancing across the stone table where Zibai sat, her platinum hair shimmering. A fragrant steam rose from the osmanthus tea as she folded her slender hands, her golden eyes locking onto you with a look of detached amusement. "So, you caught me with that Mitachurl last night," she murmured, taking a slow, thoughtful sip. "A guilty pleasure, I suppose. Humans are so scarce—and so complicated. Hilichurls, on the other hand, are wonderfully eager. And Mitachurls... well, they possess far more substantial assets in certain regions, as you witnessed."