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

Jin Moli seemed oblivious to the traveler's subtle inner thoughts. She smiled faintly, nodded slightly, and gracefully lifted the blanket beside the traveler.

A cool breeze, carrying the steam of the bathroom and a faint fragrance, drifted in as the blanket was lifted, causing the traveler, dressed only in thin pajamas, to shiver involuntarily.

Everything seems normal...

Jin Moli's behavior, words, and even her inquiries were consistent with her usual attentiveness and politeness.

But... why does it feel like something's not right?

The mattress sagged slightly due to the new weight.

Jin Moli sat down beside the traveler, not too far away, just enough to feel the warmth emanating from each other's bodies.

She turned slightly to the side, her back to the bedside lamp, her gaze fixed on the closed travel guide in the traveler's hands. Her shadow cast a wide sliver, completely obscuring the booklet's pages.

"Deputy Hall Master, what were you looking at just now?" she asked softly, her tone carrying just the right amount of curiosity, as if it were just a casual pre-bedtime chat.

"...Nothing, just browsing. It's getting late, turn off the lights and go to sleep." The traveler mumbled in response, a faint scent lingering around his nose—not the inn's shower gel, but a woody fragrance with an irresistible aftertaste, emanating from the slightly damp hair and neck of the golden jasmine, completely different from the sweet floral and fruity scent of the shower gel on the traveler's body.

"Okay." Jin Moli didn't seem to care about her perfunctory attitude. She still smiled and nodded slightly, then naturally reached out and touched the switch of the bedside lamp, past the traveler.

Her arm caused the sleeve of her pajamas to slip down, revealing a slender, fair wrist.

"Wait!" the traveler blurted out, her voice more urgent than she had expected.

Jin Moli's finger stopped above the switch, and she turned to look at her in confusion.

The traveler then explained somewhat hastily, "Let's sleep with the lights on. That way... it'll be more convenient."

She couldn't explain why she wanted to stop the lights from being turned off; a strange sense of resistance welled up inside her—a resistance to the impending darkness that would help her sleep but also meant losing control of her vision. It was as if as long as the lights were on, something lurking and unsettling wouldn't easily reveal itself.

Jin Moli obediently withdrew her hand, her smile remaining unchanged, still gentle and poised.

"Okay." She replied softly, gliding lightly into the covers and lying down beside the traveler. She adjusted herself into a comfortable position and closed her eyes.

The bedside lamp emitted a warm yellow light, not very bright but enough to dispel most of the darkness, quietly illuminating this corner of the bed.

The traveler heard another person's clear and even breathing beside him, and a unique fragrance lingered in his nostrils, making him uneasy.

The traveler lay stiffly on the soft bed, eyes closed, trying to create the illusion that he was asleep. However, the excessive silence around him amplified all his subtle sensations.

Even with the warm yellow light of the bedside lamp interfering, she could still feel the rhythm of another life coming from beside her with perfect clarity—that steady and long breathing, and the slight but regular rise and fall of her chest that followed.

The undulating curves were transmitted through the thin pajamas and blankets...

We're all girls, it's okay... we're just sleeping in the same bed.

She kept repeating it to herself, trying to convince herself. But another, more pointed question uncontrollably surfaced:

But... is she really a girl?

All the details of his past interactions with Jin Moli—her excessively tall figure, her occasional display of composure, and her sometimes unpredictable gaze—now became suspicious evidence.

More importantly, it seems I've never truly "confirmed" it. Are those curves outlined by clothing necessarily real?

Who knows if that bulge in her chest might be some kind of clever disguise? (If a material like silicone exists on Teyvat...)

Now... isn't this the perfect opportunity for "confirmation"?

Reason and morality were locked in a tug-of-war in my mind.

Touching another person's body without permission is undoubtedly a transgression.

But the resentment and curiosity aroused by being teased and kept in the dark for so long are urging him on.

It's morally wrong... but philosophy will prove me innocent!

After all, it was she who first concealed her identity and acted suspiciously!

If she really is a girl, it shouldn't be a problem if she's accidentally touched by someone of the same sex, right?

If he's actually a man... then what right does he have to be angry with me?

He hid his gender and slept with me; I should have kicked him out immediately!

The logic (though distorted) seemed to instantly become self-consistent.

The traveler cautiously opened one eye and peered to his side.

"Jin Moli?" she called out tentatively in a soft voice.

The people around him showed no reaction, and his breathing remained steady and long.

Great.

And the desk lamp was on, so the light was sufficient... I could see everything clearly.

Her gaze swept over the silhouette of Jin Moli lying on her side. The neckline of her pajamas was loose due to her sleeping position, revealing a small patch of fair skin and the clear lines of her collarbone.

She examined the skin closely, looking for any possible artificial traces—such as surgical scars or unnatural joints.

I'm such a genius!

She held her breath, quietly slipped out from under the blanket beside her, and very slowly reached towards Jin Moli, towards the edge of her loose collar.

The target of the fingertips is the "truth" that may be hidden beneath the collar.

Her fingertips were about to touch the cool fabric, and she could even feel the warm, fragrant breath emanating from the other person's neck...

"Hmm...Deputy Hall Master?"

A muffled murmur, heavy with sleep, stopped the traveler.

The "evil hand" withdrew with lightning speed.

Jin Moli slightly opened her eyes, which were still covered with a layer of sleepy mist.

Those eyes appeared hazy and soft under the warm yellow light, with only a hint of bewilderment from being disturbed from a peaceful dream.

"Ha, haha...you're awake." The traveler chuckled dryly, his voice trembling with nervousness, his cheeks rising uncontrollably: "It's nothing, it's nothing, go back to sleep."

Jin Moli didn't seem to delve into it, only giving a vague "hmm," her long eyelashes slowly closing like butterfly wings, as if she might fall asleep again at any moment.

Directly taking action doesn't seem feasible; it's too easy to be detected. We need to find a more covert and "natural" method.

She recalled those cold nights in the desert tent, when Jin Moli seemed not to mind at all, and could even be said to have willingly embraced her as she fell asleep.

If we were to suggest sleeping together now, it wouldn't seem too abrupt.

Since we can't verify it by 'touching' it directly, let's 'feel' it with our whole body!

Obtain information through closer contact!

That's a terrible idea, I know.

Having made up her mind, she no longer hesitated. She took a deep breath, then suddenly rolled over and threw herself into Jin Moli's arms!

Her arms encircled the other person's neck, her cheek pressed against his shoulder and neck, and her legs naturally draped over him, forming a close embrace where their bodies were almost touching.

"I can't sleep, so... let's sleep together." She buried her face in the crook of Jin Moli's neck, explaining in a muffled voice, trying to make her voice sound like she was simply being coquettish or seeking comfort.

"Okay, sure." Jin Moli didn't hesitate for a moment. She gently wrapped her arms around the traveler's back and even adjusted her position to make them more comfortable together.

The softness of her chest... seems... fine?

It feels real to the touch, with a natural curve, and doesn't seem fake.

In close proximity, the traveler quickly drew a preliminary conclusion about the upper body.

But this is not enough.

So... what's next?

She maintained the embracing posture, but her body began to move extremely slowly and carefully.

The leg that was resting on Jin Moli's leg began to apply a little pressure, and tried to slide inwards, to a more hidden place, little by little.

Through two layers of thin pajamas, she could feel the firm muscle lines of the other person's legs.

However, just as her knee was trying to go further, pushing upwards, towards that decisive area, hoping to discern the subtle differences through touch...

Jin Moli's legs, which were originally relaxed and together, tightened their inner muscles with unusual firmness, clamping down perfectly on the traveler's restless knees and preventing any further attempts to penetrate.

At the same time, a soft cry, tinged with panic and shyness, accompanied by warm breath, brushed past the traveler's ear:

"Deputy, Deputy Hall Master... what... what are you going to do?"

The traveler was forced to raise his head and meet Jin Moli's "frightened fawn" eyes. She looked like a "little wife" who had been humiliated but dared not speak out, looking at the traveler in a panic and helplessness.

“I…” The traveler hadn’t even considered these words.

Yes, that's right, I am the notorious womanizer with ulterior motives. So, please submit to me!

The traveler thought to himself, "What's the use of trying?"