[Original God] I'm Doing the Splits in the Wind

I'm a Gothamite. Emphasis: original. Not anymore. I became an ordinary noble lady with a father who died early and two rebellious younger brothers. Brother No. 1 Is very rebellious and refuses to even light a cigarette for his sister. Brother No. 2 Was also rebellious and refused to give his sister a dozen cold drinks. I couldn't help feeling sad, and howled in the evening wind. "Miss, do you want to hear the singing of the best bard in all of Teyvat?" I subconsciously said: "Is it free?" "Just buy me a glass of dandelion wine." There was a long silence. I suggested deeply: "Then let's go steal some wine? As long as we get through my brother's defense..." He readily agreed. From then on, I, a simple Gothamite wearing Mond's skin, had my own drinking partner. ——Okay! 1. Short story bg (should), cp Wendy 2. The heroine's dirty words exceed the standard. Little angels who are uncomfortable please watch with caution. 3. Gotham is the backdrop and doesn't appear much. 4. Younger brother No.1 Is a certain cat-faced fire-type man, and younger brother No.2 Is a black-skinned ice-type man. 5. The heroine has the eyes of the ice god. Concept: The wind of freedom also has preferences