Mr. Zhongli, we can't slack off anymore!

"Xiangling is on duty today, let's go eat! Mr. Zhongli!"

The traveler was so heavy he could hardly breathe. How could Zhongli's body be so heavy? Just now he could lift half of Zhongli's body, but now he was as heavy as a mountain.

"Does it hurt?"

"Huh? What?" The traveler had no idea what he was talking about.

"How about this?" He parted the traveler's legs.

"I will never forgive you for doing this!" The traveler struggled fiercely, thrashing about on the bed like a carp.

The wooden bed creaked and groaned...

Zhongli knelt between the traveler's legs, controlling the traveler's legs to rest on his thighs.

"Sit on me." He practically spat out the words through clenched teeth. He pulled the traveler up and made her straddle him.

"I'm going to have the Thousand Rock Army capture you and sentence you to 500 years! No! 5000 years!" The traveler swayed from side to side, looking for an opportunity to escape, while the person below remained motionless, his crimson-gold eyes fixed on her every expression.

Half an hour later, the traveler, exhausted from struggling, leaned on him and spent another half hour convincing himself. Finally, he decided that he was as good as dead and gave up.

She had made up her mind: after everything was over, she would make sure Hu Tao fired him! Then she would gather evidence and report it to the General Affairs Department! She would unfollow him! She would then go back and sell all his grain!

"Does it hurt?"

"It hurts!" How could she not feel pain after the house collapsed?

Pshaw! Even fictional characters can fall apart these days. The most pitiful ones are always the fans!

Zhongli picked up the traveler and laid her flat on the bed. Then he lay down next to her, lifted her head, used his arm as her pillow, wrapped his other arm around her waist, and closed his eyes.

The traveler in his arms seemed to understand; he had no idea how humans should handle such matters, and in his mind, that was the end of it. This also explained his entire bizarre behavior.

There are no electronic products like televisions on the continent of Teyvat, nor are there any adult videos; all the teachings on sex can only be found in forbidden books.

The gods have no such needs. They have never deliberately studied them. The "sexual matters" they know are just a few lines in books or some snippets of conversation among humans in the streets.

The question is, how many years should someone who is unaware of the process of human reproduction force a woman to commit what he believes to be a crime be sentenced to?

The wear and tear on Rota is an act of revenge against society, caused by excessive exploitation by humans.

Why did Zhongli Wushao want to take revenge on the traveler? She couldn't understand it. Was it because she had spent too much of his money, which caused her dissatisfaction?

Looking at the sleeping face of the paper figure in the collapsed house, the traveler gave up the pursuit. He was just a traveler, about to go home, but what should he do after that?

Is there a cure for wear and tear? Does he allow himself to remain hidden among ordinary people, a ticking time bomb?

Given his personality, wouldn't he have already thought of a solution?

The traveler used his hands and teeth to untie the bandages on his wrists. Now was the time to escape; it seemed like lying there a little longer wouldn't hurt...

Before he woke up, I used my restless hand to press against his abdominal muscles, which was my way of getting revenge.

"Broad shoulders and a narrow waist, tsk tsk tsk..." the traveler muttered to himself.

The evil hand was caught red-handed; the victim's golden pupils trembled, and his face turned deathly pale.

"Let me explain!" the traveler hurriedly protested.

“What… have I done…” He quickly got up and kept his distance from the traveler.

"You..." In fact, you did nothing. The traveler kept the rest of his sentence to himself.

She then realized that she was the victim, and he had gone into hiding. Thinking about what had just happened, the traveler was furious.

"I will be responsible."

"How do you plan to take responsibility?" the traveler asked curiously.

He said he would take responsibility!

"I'll send you home as soon as possible. Within a week."

He couldn't utter a single joke, and the one-month grace period was greatly diminished.

The traveler felt as if he had been stabbed with a knife; just half an hour ago they were inseparable, and now they were driving him away.

This is what a dramatic breakup looks like.

"I'll give you this ancient body as compensation."

To the traveler, his words were an order to leave, an invitation to withdraw, an unwillingness to have any further contact with her, drawing a line between them with the distance between worlds.

Even though the traveler is the victim, why does he end up losing more?

His handling of the situation really infuriated me.

"Zhongli! Who wants your body?! Listen to your own words! I'm not even going to pursue this further, so why do you insist that I do as you say?"

"I don't mind that you don't tell me anything. After all, Teyvat is your world, and everything I do is done according to your instructions!"

"If you tell me not to do anything, I will do nothing. I've already tried my best not to interfere in this world."

"Stop talking about compensating me. The sacrifices you made without my permission have put a heavy burden on me. Please don't bother me anymore."

"Furthermore, you have no idea how humans reproduce. Your actions just now were at most sexual harassment."

"However, it did cause me harm. I know your actions were due to wear and tear, so I won't hold you responsible. I'll go home by myself, and please, please don't come near me again!"

"If you must sacrifice for someone else, then continue to sacrifice for your people. I don't want anything from you!"

After pouring out his heart in a near-frantic manner, the traveler slammed the door and left.

The reason for his anger was simple: he was clearly a completely harmless transmigrator, so why was he being treated like a parasite, with the need to take his life?

In the corridor, the traveler stopped in his tracks. Should he run out of the hotel to let loose, or hide in his room and wait for him to tell him the outcome of the argument?

After hesitating, she chose to go back to her room, to save certain people from having to go through all the trouble for her! And to prevent her from becoming the culprit who caused his wear and tear.

After calming down, the traveler realized that he had gone too far with his words. Could Zhongli's old heart take it?

Although I call myself a "traveler from another world", I have actually been by his side the whole way. What kind of "traveler" am I?

Other people who time-travel can overthrow the government, but I just follow other people's orders, slack off and drift through these days in a daze...

She could have simply stayed by his side and watched over him, so why did it become that he was risking his life to take her home?

After some time, the aroma of food wafted into the room through the crack in the door, making the traveler's stomach rumble.

knock knock knock.

The traveler listened intently to the sounds outside, then calmly opened the door, and there he was, indeed, the person he most wanted to see.

"Are you hungry? I picked out a few dishes you like from Wanmintang and packed them up for you."

A wave of sadness welled up in my eyes.

That's why travelers like him; he always treats everyone with sincerity.

He only had a superficial understanding of human emotions, so he only gave humanity what he considered to be the best, and did his best to be considerate and proper in his work, sheltering humanity from the storms of life.

It is stern towards evil people, but infinitely tolerant of the good.

"I'm sorry, there were some things I had no choice but to do. If I've wronged you, please tell me. Don't cry, it's my fault." He put down the two large bags of groceries he was carrying and wiped away the traveler's tears.

"I shouldn't have... Waaah... been angry... Waaah... I was just too worried about you. Please don't die..." the traveler choked out.

“Gods don’t die, they only wear down,” Zhongli corrected.

"Don't wear it out!" the traveler said.

If she were to be killed by the plot in real life, she would smash the entire building of a certain game company.

“I’ll think of something,” he said.

"Don't stand at the door, come in." The traveler opened the door and made way.

The dishes were placed on the table, and the two sat down side by side.

"I bought too much," the traveler complained.

“Indeed. Do you have any money left? I'll pay on credit for now,” Zhongli said.

"Is this your way of getting revenge on me?" The traveler was wary, all sadness gone.

"How could that be... By the way, you said before that I don't understand human reproduction. How exactly is it done?" He changed the subject.

"I'm not going to teach you; you'll have to look it up yourself." The traveler nearly broke his chopsticks.

"What kind of books record this in detail?" he pressed.

"Don't ask me!" the traveler cried, clutching his head.