La Signora's hands slid down from Nathan's shoulders, all the way to his waist.
Her soft palms pressed against his sides, leaving him utterly unsure of how to react.
But at that moment, the words that escaped her crimson lips added even more pressure to Nathan's already overwhelming situation.
"Call me Rosalyne... or 'baby.'"
Rosalyne... If Nathan remembered correctly, this seemed to be La Signora's original name.
However, he hadn't delved deeply into the game's lore and didn't know what had happened to her.
Whatever it was, it had led her to join the Fatui and abandon this poetic name.
If it were just her real name, Nathan might not have thought much of it.
But the last term La Signora mentioned—baby—implied a level of intimacy that was far beyond anything he could comprehend.
At this point, Nathan was mentally cursing the simulator system. The hole it had dug for him was way too deep.
"Hurry up, don't keep me waiting..."
La Signora's voice was soft but commanding, her hands already poised at his waist.
If Nathan didn't respond soon, her hands might venture even lower.
This kind of seductive threat was truly fitting for someone known as the Crimson Witch.
And to make matters worse, Tartaglia was still watching from behind, thoroughly enjoying the show without any intention of leaving.
Nathan had absolutely no interest in performing an intimate scene in front of such an audience.
"Ro... Rosalyne!"
Since he had no memories of La Signora, Nathan couldn't bring himself to call her baby.
He could only settle for her beautiful, poetic name.
"As expected, even with your memories gone, you're still a block of wood, Nathan."
La Signora shook her head in response, her tone carrying a hint of disappointment.
"Uh..."
Nathan didn't know how to respond. Being called a block of wood by a girl was something he'd experienced several times before.
"I was always the one taking the initiative in the past. It seems even with your memories gone, I'll have to be the one to make the first move again."
After her sigh of resignation, a smile finally appeared on La Signora's lips.
The radiant, slightly seductive smile burned through Nathan's chest like a flame.
"Ro... Rosalyne, what are you planning?"
This smile was almost identical to the one La Signora wore in the game's storyline.
"Heh, but your wooden personality is a good thing, Nathan. It saves me the trouble of worrying about you chasing after other women."
Instead of answering his question, La Signora's smile grew even wider.
"However... even if you don't chase after them, those wildflowers will still flock to you like they did before. Am I right?"
Her teasing tone became more and more reminiscent of the La Signora from the game.
"I can vouch for that. Mr. Nathan hasn't been involved with many women."
Just then, Tartaglia, the ever-enthusiastic spectator, decided to chime in.
"Oh, my annoying colleague, do tell."
La Signora's gaze shifted to Tartaglia, her disdain for him evident.
This wasn't surprising. Although they were both Fatui Harbingers, Tartaglia's reckless and battle-hungry personality made him unpopular among his peers.
But even with their strained relationship, Tartaglia didn't hesitate to speak up.
"There really aren't that many. You could almost say Mr. Nathan is loyal."
"..."
Tartaglia's words left Nathan speechless.
If you don't know how to talk, then don't talk! What do you mean by almost loyal?
While it seemed like Tartaglia was trying to help, he was actually dragging Nathan into deeper trouble.
"Hehe, come clean, Nathan. How many wildflowers are there?"
La Signora, already half a head taller than Nathan, now looked down at him with an imperious gaze.
The commanding aura she exuded made her seem less like the Crimson Witch and more like an empress.
An empress who belonged solely to Nathan.
"I..."
Just as Nathan was about to speak, he realized something—why did he have to answer this question?
He had no memories of La Signora, so why should he feel like a husband being interrogated by his wife?
"Let me answer for Mr. Nathan. There's only Tianquan Ningguang, Yuheng Keqing, Ganyu from the Yuehai Pavilion and her junior sister Shenhe, and Hu Tao from the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. That's about it!"
Tartalia listed the names as if he were reciting a menu.
It was clear that the Fatui Harbinger had been keeping a close eye on Nathan.
As Tartaglia listed each name, La Signora's expression grew darker.
By the end, her face was completely stormy.
"Oh, I almost forgot to add. The Traveler who fought you, La Signora, also has a close relationship with Mr. Nathan."
When Tartaglia mentioned Lumine, it seemed he was eager to see La Signora's reaction.
And what a reaction it was. Not long ago, Lumine had boldly kissed Nathan.
In his mind, Nathan thanked Tartaglia countless times: Tartaglia, I hope you step on a Lego!
"Is that so... so there are already so many wildflowers around you, Nathan?"
La Signora's current state couldn't be described as just a strong reaction—it was downright terrifying.
Nathan's instincts were screaming at him that the situation was at least nine out of ten on the danger scale.
Sure enough, after her words, La Signora's hands moved from his waist to grip his collar.
"Nathan, don't you have anything to explain to me?"
She leaned in closer, and even with her mask on, Nathan could feel her beauty at zero distance.
"Ro, Rosalyne, you need to calm down!"
As her fiery red lips drew nearer, Nathan's mind grew more chaotic.
"I can smell it... the scent of other women."
La Signora's delicate nose twitched slightly, as if she could detect the lingering traces of Lumine's presence.
"Getting distracted by wildflowers won't do, Nathan. You can only ever gaze at this rose."
With those words, their lips met.
The fiery passion from La Signora's kiss spread through Nathan's entire body.
It was a heat that threatened to melt him, and as their lips locked, his consciousness began to evaporate.
"Mmmph!"
He couldn't speak at all, because La Signora's kiss wasn't a gentle peck like Lumine's.
The Crimson Witch's fiery emotions wouldn't cool until she had completely consumed him.
Lost in the moment, time itself seemed to stand still.
The only thing still active was the simulator system in Nathan's mind.
[Conditions for the simulation fulfilled. Life Simulator officially activated!]
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