Travel through Teyvat and spend your life with Linghua

Xinyang looked at Linghua's lazy and charming appearance, and the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously, and he said gently: "You go and rest first, I will prepare some hot tea for you to warm up your body.

Linghua blinked her bright eyes, gently took Xinyang's hand, and said in a soft voice, "Let's go together. You've been walking for so long, it's time to rest together. I want to sit here with you, drink tea, and talk."

The two of them sat down on the sofa. Linghua moved closer to Xinyang like a lazy kitten, and rested her head lightly on Xinyang's shoulder.

Xinyang's eyes inadvertently fell on Linghua's feet, and he found that Linghua was still wearing the pair of snow-covered boots she wore when she went out. Some melted snow had already appeared on the edges of the boots, leaving shallow water stains on the floor.

Xinyang gently pinched Linghua's cheek and said lovingly, "Little Confused, the snow has melted on your shoes, and you didn't even bother to change into a pair of slippers. What if you catch a cold?"

Linghua stuck out her tongue, wiggled her toes slightly, and with a hint of coquettishness in her eyes, she whispered, "Honey, my feet are numb from the cold. Can you help me change my shoes?"

Xinyang's heart was instantly struck by Linghua's appearance. He smiled dotingly, squatted down, and gently lifted Linghua's little feet.

Xinyang untied the shoelaces that were wet by the snow, held Linghua's ankles, and gently helped Linghua take off her boots. Fortunately, the little white socks inside were not wet by the snow.

"Fortunately, your socks are not wet, otherwise your little feet would have suffered. Didn't your master give you a magic weapon to keep warm? Didn't you bring it with you?" Xinyang was a little confused.

Linghua pouted slightly: "Where's the fun in playing in the snow if it's not cold?"

Xinyang pinched Linghua's ankle and said, "You always make excuses. I'm afraid you'll get sick from the cold, and then you'll be the one who suffers."

Linghua's ankle was pinched, and she slightly retracted her foot, but still smiled and said, "Hubby, I know you're doing this for my own good. I won't do it again."

Xinyang helped Linghua take off her socks, and then subconsciously brought them to her nose and smelled them.

Linghua was stunned at first, then she reacted, two blushes appeared on her face, and she said in a soft voice: "Why did you suddenly..." As Linghua spoke, she reached out to take back her socks, her eyes full of shyness and anger.

Xinyang took the socks away in a panic, her face flushed, and she stammered, "I...it was a subconscious reaction, not intentional."

Linghua snorted softly and turned her head away, but the corners of her mouth curled up slightly: "You only know how to make excuses. How can you be like that?"

Seeing that Linghua was smiling even though she was sulking, Xinyang knew she wasn't really angry, so he shamelessly leaned over and rubbed his head against Linghua's shoulder. "Wife, I really didn't mean it. I just had a brain short circuit. Please be magnanimous and don't bother with me."

Linghua tilted her head slightly, a blush still on her face, a sly glint in her eyes, and asked softly, "Hubby, tell me, what do my socks smell like?"

Xinyang's eyes turned: "Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"

"Listen to the lies first."

“Stinky.”

"So really?"

"It stinks!"

"Where does it stink? Smell it again." Linghua was about to grab the socks from Xinyang's hand.

Xinyang quickly held up the socks to prevent Linghua from snatching them, with a mischievous smile on his face: "It's stinky, it's stinky, haha."

Linghua refused to give in and tried to stand on tiptoe to reach her socks, muttering, "You still say that? I don't believe my socks are like that. Give them to me now."

Xinyang couldn't help laughing when he saw Linghua's cute yet anxious look. However, he was afraid of really angering her, so he lowered his socks a little, and quickly took them away when Linghua was about to touch them: "Haha, I won't give them to you. I'm just teasing you."

Linghua stopped moving, then aimed at the ticklish spot on Xinyang's waist and poked it hard.

Xinyang was caught off guard and trembled all over at the sudden "attack". He couldn't help but burst into laughter. He laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten his back and couldn't even hold the socks in his hand.

"Hahahaha, wife, stop...stop it, I was wrong! It smells good, it smells good." Xinyang laughed and begged for mercy, the expression on his face was painful and funny.

Seeing Xinyang's look, Linghua raised her chin proudly, with a victorious smile on her face: "See if you dare to tease me again? Give my socks back to me, or you will be in trouble!" As she said that, she pretended to tickle Xinyang.

Xinyang quickly raised his hands in surrender, an unstoppable smile still on his face, "I won't dare anymore, I won't dare anymore. I really won't dare anymore."

Xinyang hurriedly picked up the socks that had fallen to the ground and handed them to Linghua respectfully: "My dear wife, I'm returning the socks to you. Please forgive my mistakes and don't bother with me."

Linghua smiled and nodded, her eyes curved: "Hmph, that's pretty good." Linghua took the socks, lay down on the sofa, stretched comfortably, and pointed at her little feet.

"I've been walking all night, and I'm a little sore."

Xinyang immediately understood what she meant. She gently held Linghua's small feet and said softly, "Thank you for your hard work, my baby. Let me give you a good massage to relax." As she spoke, Xinyang's hands began to gently massage Linghua's feet, from the soles to the toes, with skillful and delicate techniques.

Linghua narrowed her eyes slightly, a satisfied look on her face, enjoying Xinyang's massage: "Mmm... so comfortable, my husband, you have such a good technique."

"That's right, don't you see whose husband it is?"

Linghua slowly opened her eyes and looked at Xinyang who was looking at her tenderly, with a faint smile on her face.

Linghua sat up, reached out and took Xinyang's hand, and said softly: "Husband, you massaged my feet so hard just now, now let me massage you too, okay?"

Xinyang was a little surprised, but a warm feeling surged in her heart. She smiled and shook her head, "Baby, just have a good rest. I'm not tired, so you don't need to massage me."

Linghua refused, pouting, her eyes full of determination: "No, you take care of me so much, I want to do something for you. Just let me give you a massage, I want to make you feel comfortable too."

Xin Yang couldn't persuade her, so he nodded and said, "Okay, okay, I'll listen to you."

Linghua immediately smiled happily and gestured for Xinyang to lie down on the sofa. After Xinyang did as she was told, Linghua sat beside him, gently pinched Xinyang's arm, and began to massage it carefully. Her technique was a little awkward, and the pressure was uneven.

"Honey, how do you feel about the strength? Tell me if you feel uncomfortable." Linghua asked softly while massaging.

Xinyang felt Linghua's slightly clumsy but extremely attentive massage, and her heart was filled with emotion: "It's very comfortable, baby, you massage really well.