Days and nights of pursuit of Dottore

Chapter 218 Dressing is an Art

The Queen of Winter looked at the two of them singing along with each other and her eyes curved into a smile.

"You guys have a really good relationship."

Cheng Yan turned his head to look at Dotorre, and happened to meet his gaze. Although he was very familiar with him, his cheeks suddenly became hot.

"Yes, he is a very important person to me."

The smile on the Winter Queen's face became even gentler.

"Then are you willing to stand with Dotore?"

……

When coming out of the magnificent palace, Cheng Yan was still muttering about the gentleness and beauty of Her Majesty the Queen.

Dotole turned his head to look at Cheng Yan's excited expression, and his red eyes rarely softened.

"Cheng Yan."

Cheng Yan's name was called, and he held Dotore's arm and looked up at him.

"What's wrong, Zanzan?"

The corners of Dotore's lips curved up.

"You have been appointed as an executive officer by Her Majesty. From now on, you must follow the orders of Her Majesty the Queen and work for Zhidong."

Cheng Yan raised his hand and touched Dotole's face with a serious expression.

"Zan Zan, I don't hate Zhidong, nor do I hate the people here. I will work with you to fulfill my duties as an executive officer, but let me make it clear first, I am a coward and I cannot do things like murder and arson."

“Besides,” Cheng Yan added worriedly, “Zan Zan, you know I’m from Liyue, so I can’t do anything that’s harmful to Liyue, and neither can Za Zan.”

Cheng Yan held onto Dotore’s arm tightly, “If Zanzan did it and I didn’t stop him, I would be very sad.”

That place is the only harbor in Teyvat where Cheng Yan can return at any time. Cheng Yan will protect the people, things and everything there with his life.

"In your eyes, is an executive officer a profession that commits all kinds of crimes, including murder, plunder and robbery?"

Cheng Yan's eyes moved around and then fell on Dotore's face. His eyes were wider than usual, and there was an incomparable sincerity in his eyes.

"Is not it?"

The Fatui soldiers here all gave him a gangster vibe, and, although he didn't want to admit it, his Zanzan also had the aura of a villain, which had been confirmed by the identity system.

However, even if the system didn't say it, Cheng Yan could feel it clearly. Take the comparison between Lord Emperor and Zazan. Lord Emperor is very powerful, and his words and deeds show that he is a wise monarch.

And praise...

Cheng Yan glanced at Dotore's red pupils and his expressionless face that looked like he was thinking about something bad.

"Well, Zanzan, no matter what you look like, I like you."

So what if he's a villain? He likes this person.

Dotole tapped Cheng Yan's head with his finger and narrowed his eyes.

"What are you thinking about? In your mind, am I just one of those people who only use lowly means like murder and arson?"

Cheng Yan raised his hands and hugged him, "Of course not! Zanzan is a good man, how could he kill people or set fires? Let's go back quickly, didn't you promise to take off your clothes for me to see?"

Dotore was pushed forward and for a moment he did not realize that there was anything wrong with Cheng Yan's words.

When they got to the room, Cheng Yan started to take off his clothes before he stopped him.

"What? It's only noon."

Cheng Yan's hand was pushed away and he immediately pouted in displeasure.

"I want to see what Zanzan is wearing inside. Is that not allowed?"

Dotore had no choice but to raise his hands to unbutton his collar.

"Nothing special, just a piece of clothing."

Cheng Yan's Adam's apple rolled, and he watched Dotole undressing without blinking, his eyes almost popping out.

He took off his clothes and got on the bed.

Dotole was half lying on the bed, staring at Cheng Yan who was sitting on him with his eyes fixed.

Cheng Yan hooked the leather strap connected with a metal buckle on Dotorre's chest.

"Zan Zan, are you dressed like this to seduce me?"

Dotore was silent.

He raised his hand and pinched Cheng Yan's waist, applying more force and speaking with gritted teeth.

"What's going on in your head?"

Cheng Yan ignored the insignificant pain in his waist, suddenly sighed, and then buried his head in Dotore's chest.

Feeling the chest muscles rising and falling, Cheng Yan couldn't help but put his hand in.

"Zan Zan, you don't know how much damage you can do to me."

"…Have you touched enough?"