Being the cruel Harbinger of Fatui, Scaramouche never allowed anyone to touch him. how could the pathetic insects even dare to touch him without his permission?

"damn.. this feels nice.."

thought Wanderer and tried not to blush.

today you went to the Sumeru forest together to enjoy nature a little. you sat comfortably under a tree, and the Wanderer lay down on the grass, closing his eyes in relief.

and now you stroke his head, while Wanderer pretends to be asleep.