Funinna, please let me steal your heart!

"Stay overnight."

Where to stay?

"here."

Navia blinked repeatedly.

Here? She looked up following Chiori's gaze, and before her was Luna's residence.

She couldn't help but point: "You mean Lulu's house?"

"Correct."

"Are you staying overnight at Lulu's house?"

"Is there a problem?" Chiori's expression remained unchanged, as if this were nothing out of the ordinary.

It's not uncommon to stay overnight at a friend's house.

Moreover, both of them are women, and Luna and Chiori have a very good relationship.

...That's how it should be in common sense, but the thought of Luna and Chiori spending time alone together at night made Navia feel inexplicably tight in her chest and uncomfortable.

"Do I not want Lulu and Chiori to be alone together?" Navia thought casually.

That's not the right way to think!

Navia took a breath and said, "No problem, of course no problem. I'm here to visit her. Anyway, let's go in together!"

Chiori nodded.

"Are there clothes in the suitcase?" Navia asked curiously.

"You could say that, but it's actually an unfinished garment... a new order from that water god."

"Orders..." Navia asked in surprise, "You want to have your clothes made at Lulu's house?"

And these are clothes for the water god!

"Yeah, I haven't had any inspiration lately."

For fashion design... or indeed for any creative industry, inspiration is an extremely valuable resource.

It came suddenly and disappeared without a trace.

It can produce a lot at once, or it can hold its tongue for a whole day without producing a single word.

Chiori makes no secret of her talent in clothing design and production, nor does she hide her predicament—she needs new inspiration and new stimulation.

Otherwise, no matter how she draws or cuts, she will not be able to create clothing that satisfies her.

"Does Lulu's house hold the inspiration you need?"

Navia squatted down with practiced ease and took out a tea box from the cabinet.

This was a gift she had given to Luna before.

Chiori lay on the sofa without any restraint.

A familiar scent. She thought to herself, and casually replied, "Maybe, maybe not. But either way, deviating from our usual routine is never a bad thing."

"Off track of daily life?"

"Correct."

Navia said thoughtfully, "You're making it sound like you don't live at Lulu's house often."

Chiori scoffed, "Live with her? Anyone who lives with her will regret it."

"Huh? Why? I think Lulu's lifestyle is pretty good."

She can clean the room, organize things, and even cook for herself.

"It's not a lifestyle choice."

"What's that?" Navia asked as she lit the stove to boil water for tea.

"Hard to say."

That answer is far too vague.

Why is it that living with Lulu is something people regret?

Navia placed her hands on the back of the sofa, looking down at Chiori, who seemed completely relaxed.

She said that, but Chiori seemed quite comfortable at Lulu's house...

"Chiori, did you live with Lulu?"

"Living together? No, I've stayed over several times, but I haven't counted how many. I probably can't even count them all." Chiori stood up and walked to the sewing machine in the corner of the living room.

She touched the tabletop.

“This sewing machine and other tools were left by me; I never expected her to use them herself.”

Navia rested her head on her arm, looking somewhat sullen.

Does that mean there are traces of Chiori and Luna living in this house? Although it was just a stay, Chiori said it countless times, so it could be considered semi-cohabitation?

"Oh, right." Chiori suddenly remembered something.

"what?"

Chiori said, "Luna can be annoying sometimes, so living with her... would be difficult when you want to be alone, so you'd regret it."

Just like before, he suddenly hung on her, insisting on smelling her hair and burying his face in it.

Can't even shake it off.

Chiori adjusted the sewing machine and murmured, "Very good, in good condition."

It seems Luna has been taking good care of herself.

".....Um?"

At that moment, Chiori noticed a small potted plant on the small table by the window.

Was this here when I came last time?

“That’s what I bought for Lulu,” Navia said with a smile.

“Isn’t she a half-Mundo and half-Liyue? When I was browsing the port earlier, there happened to be a merchant from Mondstadt, so I bought this from him. I think it’s called Cecilia Flower.”

"We later found out they were fake flowers, but they were so pretty that we kept them anyway. Lulu loves them too!"

Navia's smile was full of joy, and Chiori could even imagine how her "tail" would wag back and forth when Luna thanked her.

Chiori nodded: "It's very beautiful."

"Hehe, right? She said she didn't want to find her biological parents, but I'm still really curious about what her biological parents are like."

"To be able to give birth to such a troublesome daughter, they must be troublesome people themselves," Chiori smiled slightly.

"It's possible."

However, Navia felt it was more likely that something had happened.

Of course, this was just her intuition. There was no basis for it.

Navia pinched a strand of hair, raised her eyes, and met Chiori's gaze.

"Did Chiori ask Lulu?"

"A request to stay overnight? No. But she won't refuse. I've done so much for her before. If she refuses me, she'll have to stand next time she comes to Chiori-ya."

"Were all the previous overnight stays arranged by surprise attacks like this?" Navia thought to herself absentmindedly.

If so, then Lulu definitely wouldn't care.

Could I stay the night too? We're partners now, and we like each other—nothing more, of course! ...Surely a little, short stay is alright?

Navia thought expectantly, but she wasn't very confident.

Because Chiori is here.

Chiori slowly spoke, "If you want, you can..."

“I’ll ask Lulu myself later!” Navia said first.

"Well, I don't think she'll refuse."

"I think so."

Hearing Chiori say that, Navia felt more confident.

Although she didn't really want to hear Chiori finish saying that sentence.

"If you want, you can stay." — If Chiori said this, it would be as if she were implying that she was also another owner of the house.

but........

Maybe I'm just overthinking things, just letting my imagination run wild. Navia sighed inwardly.

After the tea was brewed, Navia took out some cookies from the cupboard and chatted with Chiori while waiting for Luna's return.

As noon approached, Luna, feeling dizzy and having gained nothing, returned to her doorstep.

Navia turned her head instantly: "I think I heard Lulu's footsteps."

"you......."

Qianzhi hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped.

What was she trying to say? Navia was certainly concerned, but she still got up and said, "I'll go open the door."

Navia quickly went to the door and pulled it open.

"It really is Lulu. I knew I hadn't misheard."

"Nana?" Luna was somewhat surprised, still holding the key in her hand.

But then she remembered that Navia had a key to her house, which she had personally given her, so it wasn't unusual for Navia to be in her house.

Good afternoon, Nana.

Navia smiled broadly: "Oh dear, you should say 'I'm back, Nana' at a time like this. Come on, say it."