Many people in Mondstadt have seen this scene.
The mysterious bard who always comes and goes alone without a trace has a little follower behind him.
"Wendy!" The child nuzzled over, and his soft arms happened to wrap around the boy's waist.
"Wow! Why is it you again?!" The young poet was shocked and couldn't help shouting, calling for help to the people around him.
"Hey, you see he doesn't appreciate it yet. Look at the little guy's appearance. He really likes you."
The man drinking on the side laughed loudly at the poet's predicament, and there were also teasing sounds from all around.
The young man lowered his head to look at the child who was holding his waist and refused to let go, but he met the child's shining eyes, which contained unabashed admiration.
"Um - okay, okay." The young poet reluctantly gave up resistance and naturally took the disobedient kid into his arms.
"No next time!" It was clearly a threat, but it contained a strong connotation.
The young man may not have noticed the curve of the corner of his mouth.
"Hi -" the young child agreed obediently and buried his face in the poet's chest. Only the arms quietly tightened.
"Lord Barbatos, you smell good." The child squinted his eyes and thought unscrupulously while others could not see him.
"It smells like stuffed apples, with a reassuring and intoxicating taste."
"It's really, really nice to be able to be by your side -"
Concept: Beliefs can also deteriorate. That's right - I'm just greedy for your body!
