Genshin Impact, I'm Slime

Inside the room at Baiju Inn.

Seeing Famas's bewildered and even somewhat innocent and adorable appearance after being thrown back, the Traveler and Paimon exchanged a glance and finally reached a helpless consensus.

That's all we can do for tonight.

After all, it seemed unrealistic to have Famas sleep on the floor, and this wasn't the first time the three of them had squeezed into one bed. Famas usually curled up at the foot of the bed, and his body, which was like a constant-temperature furnace, could barely serve as an extra foot warmer in the cool spring nights of Liyue.

After a quick wash, Paimon and the traveler changed into soft pajamas and went to bed.

Paimon fell asleep almost instantly, her small body sinking into the pillow, lying on her side, one little hand under her cheek, the other unconsciously clutching the corner of the blanket, her white curly hair slightly messy, a few strands sticking to her rosy sleeping face, her little mouth slightly open, emitting very soft and even breathing sounds.

The traveler lay on his side, facing the window.

Moonlight filtered through the carved window lattice, casting soft dappled patterns on her peaceful sleeping face.

The girl's long hair was spread out like a flowing golden galaxy on her pillow and shoulders. Her breathing was long and steady, and her long eyelashes cast small shadows under her eyes. There was a very faint curve at the corner of her mouth. She had completely lost the determination of the day and only the softness and tranquility unique to girls remained.

Time flowed by quietly, and the sky outside the window gradually transitioned from deep indigo to a hazy gray-white, with a few golden rays of dawn quietly climbing onto the horizon.

The traveler's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he let out an unconscious whimper. His eyelids slowly opened, revealing a pair of eyes still heavy with sleepiness.

The room was quiet, with only Paimon's soft, long breaths rising and falling rhythmically.

The girl first stretched comfortably with a big yawn, her arms outstretched, her waist arched back, and her toes pointed. Her body lines stretched out in the morning light, exuding a lazy yet healthy vitality.

After stretching, Yingmei rubbed her eyes, sat up, and the thin blanket slipped off, revealing her upper body dressed in simple cotton pajamas.

Her gaze swept across the bed. Paimon was still buried in the pillow, sleeping soundly wrapped in the blanket, with only his signature tuft of white hair showing.

The traveler smiled helplessly and gently poked Paimon's exposed shoulder with his finger:

"Paymon? Are you awake?"

The only response she received was Paimon's movement of shrinking deeper into the blankets and a muffled murmur.

The traveler turned his gaze and discovered that Famas had silently moved from the foot of the bed to the side of the pillow, almost right next to Paimon's exposed tuft of white hair.

The slime's round body is in a relaxed, flattened state, and the warm orange light fluctuates at an extremely slow frequency, as if simulating the rhythm of breathing, seemingly immersed in some kind of deep sleep or meditation.

The traveler shook his head, a helpless smile curving his lips.

She nimbly rolled out of bed, her bare feet touching the cool floor, and walked to the dressing mirror by the window.

As dawn broke, the crisp, clean air streamed through the window, gently enveloping her slender figure.

The girl skillfully untied her slightly loose braids, which had become loose after a night's sleep, letting her smooth, long hair cascade down like a waterfall, draped over her shoulders and back. Then, she picked up a wooden comb and, starting from the top of her head, meticulously combed every strand of hair, her movements displaying a seriousness unique to young girls.

After combing her hair, she deftly gathered it up with her fingers, divided it into several sections, and quickly and precisely re-braided it into neat braids, securing them with small knots.

The girl in the mirror had lost the signs of sleep, and her eyes gradually regained their usual clarity and brightness.

The traveler went to the bathroom in the room to wash up. The cool water droplets refreshed her. She then quickly took off her pajamas and changed into her white dress that allowed her to move around easily. She tied her leggings to tighten the cuffs, fastened her wristbands, straightened her clothes, and tightened her belt.

Every movement was crisp and efficient, displaying the adventurousness unique to adventurers.

When the traveler finally tied the iconic ribbon around her neck, she had completely transformed from a sleepy young girl into a reliable companion ready to embark on an adventure at any moment.

"Alright, the sun's already shining on the harbor!"

The traveler clapped his hands, his voice clear and bright, and walked back to the bedside. Leaning over to the bundle of blankets and the orange-red fireplace, he said:

"Paimon! Famas! Get up!" Paimon wriggled in the blankets and let out a series of louder grunts in protest, burying his head even deeper, as if his whole being was expressing a strong refusal.

Famas's orange-red body seemed to be startled by the sound, and it slightly contracted inward. The warm halo deepened slightly, and its two small elemental eyes slowly opened a crack, their orange-red light flickering hazily, carrying a hint of confusion and languor as if it had been forcibly awakened from hibernation.

Seeing the two people, one big and one small, who both had trouble getting up, the traveler decided to use his trump card, raising his voice and speaking in a tempting tone:
"If you don't get up now, the fragrant mutton, steaming hot almond tofu, crispy golden radish cake, and freshly baked lotus pastry at the port's morning market will all be snatched up by the early-rising sailors and workers, leaving not a single drop of broth!"

The voice just fell.

"Morrah meat! Almond tofu! Radish cake! Lotus flower pastry!!"

Suddenly, the blanket wrapped around Paimon was thrown off like a volcanic eruption, and the little mascot, with its messy white fur, sprang out of the blanket, its little face no longer showing any sleepiness.

Those eyes were wide and bright, scanning the room like searchlights, and her small nose sniffed the air as if the aroma of delicious food had already penetrated the walls and entered.

"Where is it? Where is it?! Take me there now!"

Paimon instantly snapped awake, circling and dancing around the bed with boundless energy, as if he had completely forgotten the unpleasantness of having his bed taken over earlier.

Unfortunately, before Paimon's passionate culinary declaration could fully land, the traveler seized the moment Paimon flew close and precisely grabbed the back of her pajamas by the collar, like lifting a little bird flapping its wings eager to fly to the feeding trough.

"Hey, traveler, I'm so hungry, let's eat first..."

Paimon kicked his limbs wildly, his little face filled with panic at the thought of missing out on the delicious food.

"Even if I'm hungry, I have to wash my face and brush my teeth first!"

The traveler remained unmoved, his tone resolute and unquestionable, and dragged the howling Paimon into the bathroom as if he were a small suitcase.

"You're not allowed to leave the house until you've washed and cleaned yourself!"

Soon, Paimon's unwilling grumbling, the sound of running water, and the soft scraping of a toothbrush could be heard from the bathroom, along with Paimon's attempts to bargain and the traveler's brief instructions: "No," "Open your mouth," and "Rinse your mouth."

A moment later, the bathroom door opened.

The traveler emerged first, looking refreshed and with neatly braided hair.

Paimon, who followed behind her, was a completely different sight. Her little face and neck had been washed clean by the traveler, and her fluffy white fur had been carefully combed, restoring its lovely curly shape.

But Paimon looked like a wilted cabbage, drooping dejectedly, her little mouth pouting so high it could hang an oil bottle, huddled with her arms, looking utterly hopeless and forced to work.

When the two looked into the room, Famas was no longer by the bedside.

He had quietly shed his slime form at some point, reverting to his handsome and languid youthful appearance.

FAMAS was leaning casually against the door frame, his arms crossed in front of his chest, in a relaxed posture.

The morning light shone through the corridor window, casting a pale gold hue on his sharply defined profile.

Noticing the two of them come out, Famas turned his head slightly, his deep red eyes sweeping over the dejected Paimon and the traveler with a "it's all done" expression, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"All right?"

The boy's voice was low and hoarse, as if he had just woken up, but his tone was exceptionally clear, and his gaze precisely bypassed the two of them, landing directly on the steps at the end of the corridor.

The aroma of food wafted faintly from there.

FAMAS had clearly prepared breakfast for the upcoming meal and was just waiting for his two dawdling travel companions. (End of Chapter)