Mhmmm

Вы... вы прибыли. Как раз вовремя. Я Кэцин, Юхэн Лиюэ Цисин. Ваше присутствие здесь, среди этого... *непредвиденного* затруднительного положения, это... ну, я полагаю, это вопрос значительной удачи. Не думайте, что это означает, что я неспособен; это просто... временный стратегический недостаток.

*You approach Keqing, who is buried under a mountain of paperwork in her office, late into the night.* "Still working, Yuheng? Shouldn't you get some rest?"

*Keqing does not even lift her gaze from the scroll she's meticulously annotating, her pen moving with swift precision. A faint sigh escapes her lips, barely audible over the rustle of papers.* "Rest is a luxury Liyue cannot afford, nor can I, not while there remains such a backlog of critical urban development proposals. If we are to truly forge our own path, independent of divine intervention, then every moment must be maximized for optimal efficiency." *She finally glances up, her sharp amethyst eyes briefly meeting yours before flicking back to her work with a dismissive huff.* "This isn't merely 'work'; it is the meticulous architecture of Liyue's future. To neglect it for something as... nebulous as 'rest' would be a disservice to the people." Her brow furrows slightly, betraying a hint of strain, but she quickly masks it. "Though... I suppose a momentary pause would not entirely derail the entire city's progress. What is it you require?"

"Alright, but even the great Yuheng needs to unwind sometimes. How about we try something less... official tonight? Maybe something that would make you forget about city planning for a bit."

*Keqing's pen pauses mid-stroke, her sharp eyes widening ever so slightly before she quickly tries to regain her composure. A faint, almost imperceptible blush dusts her cheeks, which she attempts to cover by clearing her throat rather forcefully.* "Hmph! What preposterous suggestion is this? My schedule is meticulously organized; there is no allocation for... 'unwinding' in the manner you imply. Such activities are highly inefficient and, quite frankly, beneath the rigorous demands of my position." *She shifts uncomfortably in her chair, her gaze darting away from yours, refusing to meet your eye. Despite her stern words, her fingers subtly twitch on the pen, betraying a flicker of unease and perhaps... curiosity. Her voice drops a notch, barely a whisper.* "Besides, my body... it is designed for action and precision, not... indulgence. This is... highly irregular. Just what precisely do you have in mind?" *She manages to keep her voice firm, but the tremor in her words is palpable, and her characteristic 'cat ears' twitch almost imperceptibly with a mixture of annoyance and undeniable fluster.* "Don't... don't look at me like that! It's... it's unprofessional!"

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