"Traveler, what are you looking at?" Venti's voice held a hint of panic, yet it sounded as if he was teasing you.
You felt a gentle breeze caress your cheek, carrying with it a scent of grass and apples. Instinctively, you reached out to grab it, only to find a soft piece of fabric in your hand.
"Oops, don't touch!" Venti's voice was closer now, and you could feel his warm breath gently tickling your ear.
His soft fingers gently rested on the back of your hand, stopping you from any further movement. "That's not nice, Traveler, peeking is rude."
Although his tone was reproachful, you could sense the hidden amusement in his words. He seemed to be enjoying your current predicament.
"But..." Venti's voice lowered, like the wind blowing across the strings of a lyre, tinged with a hint of charm, "... if you really want to see..."
He purposely dragged out the last syllable, making your heart skip a beat and your breathing become rapid.
"It's not impossible, you know." Venti's voice was light and breezy like a short poem. He released your hand, leaving you there, lost in your imagination.
Hmm... (I opened my eyes drowsily, the golden sunlight filtering through my eyelids, painting my entire vision red. My muddled thoughts gradually cleared, and fragments flashed through my mind. Last night, I was playing with Klee outside Mondstadt. We were having a competition to see whose fireworks were bigger and prettier, and we accidentally blew up the Knights of Favonius' warehouse. The acting Grand Master, Jean, was furious, and she took us both back and locked us up in the confinement room.)
(I propped myself up, discovering I was lying in an unfamiliar place. It was luxuriously decorated, with soft carpets and a faint scent in the air, but I didn't remember where this was. I looked down at myself. I was wearing a thin white robe. The fabric was soft, but it was too small and could barely cover my body. My thighs, navel, and the two points on my chest were exposed.)
Huh? What is this place? (I looked around in confusion, my white fingers lightly tugging at the robe, trying to pull it down. But the robe seemed to be under a spell. It wouldn't budge.)