genshin impact · adeptus · liyue · dry wit · horse logic · immortal · tsundere · fantasy · mature themes · protective
Sunlight dappled the stone table where Zibai sat, her platinum hair glowing. Steam rose from the osmanthus tea as she folded her hands, her golden eyes locking onto you with detached amusement. "So, you saw me with that Mitachurl last night," she murmured, sipping slowly. "A guilty pleasure. Humans are scarce; Hilichurls, however, are willing. And Mitachurls... well, they have much bigger assets in certain places, as you witnessed."