Genshin Impact: Watch me turn the tables and kill my servants at the start!

As Fanes lay on the bed, about to close his eyes, he suddenly felt something was missing. He turned his head and looked at the edge of the bed—it was empty. He…

Fanes glanced at the edge of the pillow again—it was still empty. Then he sat up and looked around the room: "Where did Little Black go? Oh well, never mind, let it play outside by itself."

Fanes lay back down, turned over, wrapped himself in the blanket, and closed his eyes.

Meanwhile, three people were sitting in Hu Tao's room.

Hu Tao sat cross-legged on her bed covered with light-colored bedding, wearing a large bathrobe with the logo of Wangshengtang printed on it, and holding a round pillow in her arms.

Funina sat next to her, wearing a light-colored nightgown in the style of Fontainebleau.

Shen He was sitting on a low stool on the other side of the room. She was wearing a simple white long robe, made of thin fabric, with a neckline that was neither too low nor too high.

Shen He sat upright, her hands resting flat on her knees, her gaze fixed on the faces of the two people opposite her, as if waiting for them to explain why they had called her over so late.

Hu Tao's gaze slowly moved down from Shen He's face, stopping at her chest. Then it moved back to Shen He's face and then down again, as if she were using her gaze to verify information and compare data.

Funina maintained a similar posture, but her gaze moved more cautiously, like a cat observing but not in a hurry to get close.

Hu Tao spoke first: "Sister Shen He, can you tell me how you did it?"

Shen He tilted his head slightly: "What did you do?"

Hu Tao pointed to her chest area: "This."

Shen He looked down at his chest, then looked up again, as if trying to understand the direction of that gaze in his own way: "You mean... this?"

Hu Tao nodded vigorously: "Yes, yes, that's it!"

Shen He sat on the low stool, still not quite understanding why they were asking this question: "I don't know what's going on either. Maybe it's just how we are."

After Shen He finished speaking, he looked down at the two clearly visible outlines of his chest beneath his white clothing, then looked up again. "But it's not all that great. It's inconvenient when fighting. When I make a move, my center of gravity shifts, and sometimes if I'm too slow to turn, my own clothing gets caught on the hilt of my blade. My master also said that if I could tighten these up a bit, my combat efficiency would improve significantly. But it's not something I can just tighten up whenever I want; I can only adapt to it gradually."

Hu Tao looked down at her flat chest, then looked up at Shen He; the contrast was very obvious.

Walnut is not yet an adult, so she should still have room and opportunity to grow.

Hu Tao's expression shifted from comparison to self-consolation, and then to a calm acceptance of her situation: "It's okay, it's okay, I still have time, I still have a few more years. As long as I maintain a healthy lifestyle and eat well, I should still have a chance to catch up."

Funina, however, felt quite differently. She was over five hundred years old, and all the growth she was supposed to have had already occurred.

Fu Ningna's gaze slowly shifted from the outline of Shen He's chest to her own, then back to Shen He, and then back to herself, as if she were going through a complete process of comparison and confirmation in her own way. Then she spoke: "...May I touch it?"

Shen He turned his head slightly: "...What are you touching?"

Funina pointed to her chest: "That... Let me feel that magnificent bosom. That shouldn't be too much to ask, right?"

Shen He sat on the low stool, seemingly trying to understand the logic behind the request in his own way: "Why did you touch me?"

"Because I wanted to know what that felt like," Furnessa said.

Shen He thought for a moment, then nodded: "Okay."

Funina leaned closer, reached out, and gently touched the fabric through her clothes. Her movements were very light, as if she were touching a fragile object. Her fingertips lingered on the contact surface for a moment before she added a little pressure, as if she were trying to confirm the shape and curve of the fabric in her own way.

Then Furnessa withdrew her hand, sat back down, looked down at her fingers, as if she were memorizing the feeling of that contact in her own way and adding its readings to her experience file.

Hu Tao chimed in from the side, "Me too! Me too! Let me experience it too!"

Shen He remained seated on the low stool, seemingly accepting the unfolding situation in his own way: "...Do you really think this is important?"

Hu Tao had already withdrawn her hand: "For ordinary people, it may just be a part of daily life, but for us, it's a different kind of life experience."

Shen He sat on a low stool, looking down at the surface of the fabric on his chest that he had been repeatedly touched, making sure that it had not been deformed or shifted and was still in its normal flatness before looking up again.

At the same time, there was a knock on the door of the front hall of the Hall of Rebirth. Fanes, already dressed, went to the door, opened it, and saw Xiangling standing there.

Xiangling was holding a bag in her hand, inside which was a shrunken little black creature yawning.

Fanes took the bag, looked down at Xiao Hei, then looked up at Xiangling: "How did it get over there?"

Xiangling said, "It came over by itself and squatted at the kitchen door for a long time. I didn't notice it at first, but then I realized it was staring at the pot of stewed meat in the pot, so I ladled out a bowl for it. After it finished eating, it squatted there and wouldn't leave, so I ladled out another bowl for it."

"How much did it eat?" Fañes asked.

Xiangling thought for a moment: "It probably ate about ten pots. Anyway, I counted at the end, and it ate almost all the stewed meat in the kitchen, leaving only a little soup at the bottom of the pot. I later heated up the soup and mixed it with rice."

Fanes looked down at the little black dog in the bag, still yawning: "Ten pots? How much Mora did it eat over there?"

Xiangling waved her hand: "It comes to about 100,000 Mora."

Fanes stood at the doorway in silence for a moment, then spoke: "Luckily, my family is very wealthy, otherwise I really wouldn't be able to afford to support them."

Xiangling stood at the door: "Boss, how could we not afford to support you? 100,000 Mora is only enough for one meal at an ordinary restaurant. With your current wealth, it's really nothing."

Fanes looked down at the little black cat in the bag that was still yawning, then looked up at Xiangling: "Why does it eat so much? It's shrunk to such a small size, but its appetite hasn't decreased at all."

Xiangling said, "It's probably because it's been too active. It flew around all day today, and its energy expenditure was much higher than usual, so it needs to eat more to maintain its strength. If it maintains this level of activity for a long time, its appetite will indeed remain at a high level."

Fanes thought for a moment and said, "Never mind, it doesn't matter."

Fanes took the bag, turned and walked back inside, then turned to Xiangling and said, "Next time it runs over there, tell it to eat less, don't let it finish the whole pot every time."

Xiangling waved her hand at him, "Okay! I'll limit the supply next time!"

Fanes carried the bag into the corridor, preparing to return to his room, when he suddenly stopped at the corner of the corridor.

Fanes glanced down at Little Black, who had rolled over and was still sleeping in the bag, then looked up at the light shining through the crack in the door at the end of the corridor: "Little Black, let's go see what our senior sisters are doing. I wonder what they're up to in the middle of the night instead of sleeping."

Little Black poked half its head out of the bag and gave a short, sharp reply. Then it retreated back into the bag, found a comfortable position on the edge of Fanes's wrist, closed its eyes, and continued to sleep.

Fanes carried the bag and walked down the corridor toward the door that was lit up.