Right in front of his bedroom door, three people were kneeling neatly in a row.
In the middle was Furina, her face bright red and the ahoge on top of her head trembling violently. She wore an extremely revealing, semi-transparent lace silk nightgown. Large swathes of snowy skin and the delicate lines of her collarbones flickered in and out of view beneath the lights, while a blue thigh ring dug deep into the root of her right thigh, squeezing a seductive indentation into her firm, supple flesh.
Though she was so embarrassed she looked ready to bleed, her gaze held the determination of someone willing to die trying.
On the left was Furina. At that moment, the second Hydro Archon covered her face with both hands, looking like she wished she could find a crack in the floor and crawl into it on the spot. Her entire body radiated an aura of "I want to die, leave me alone."
On the far right was Egeria, the first Hydro Archon, poised and elegant, with her hands folded before her and a benevolent, holy smile on her face.
The three generations of Fontaine's Hydro Archons were all kneeling neatly before Qianyi's bedroom door.
"What is this..." Qianyi looked the three of them over curiously. "Some kind of Fontaine-exclusive performance art?"
"Um, well..." Furina opened her mouth, but all the lines she had prepared with such desperate resolve vanished the moment she saw Qianyi. After struggling for a long while, she could not squeeze out a single word.
Amid that suffocatingly awkward atmosphere, Egeria, the eldest one present, took the initiative to speak for her disappointing "granddaughter."
"Good evening, Qianyi." Egeria greeted him softly, then delivered an incredibly blunt statement. "Furina wants to mate with you."
"Huh?!" Qianyi tilted his head, wondering whether