Jams felt suffocated under the pressure

"Jams, look, look! I caught a Silver-streaked Trout... Uh... Why aren't you saying anything?"

Rosalyne, the elegant and mature lady, was like an energetic little girl at that moment, but Jams, lying on her long, slender legs, remained silent.

After a while, Rosalyne sensed that something was wrong.

There seemed to be something pressing on her chest...

"Um!!!"

Jams, with his eyes covered by Rosalyne's ample bosom, made faint whimpering sounds, waving his arms in an attempt to get Rosalyne's attention.

The two soft masses would change shape with Jams' struggles, covering him tightly and denying him any chance to breathe!

"Mmm!"

Realizing what had happened, Rosalyne let out a cry and quickly pushed Jams, who was trapped beneath her, with force.

Plop!

Jams was roughly pushed out of the realm of tenderness and rolled on the ground.

But he wasn't angry at all. Instead, he took deep breaths while giving Rosalyne a thumbs-up and praising her in a hoarse voice.

"Amaz... amazing... Rosalyne... you understood me. This is exactly the kind of death I've been anticipating... cough, cough..."

Jams' charming face turned slightly purple due to lack of oxygen, but he managed to squeeze out a smile.

"You!"

Rosalyne wanted to scold him loudly, but seeing how Jams nearly suffocated, she could only shake her head helplessly.

She quickly approached Jams and supported his shoulders, apologizing, "I didn't mean to press you down. I just saw the fish biting and momentarily forgot that you were still sleeping on my legs... Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"

"It's fine, just a little suffocation, nothing serious."

Jams weakly leaned against Rosalyne, speaking in a feeble voice, "If you had managed to knock me out, I wouldn't mind... cough, cough, cough..."

"What do you mean 'wouldn't mind'? Are you really that eager to die?!"

Unable to bear Jams' lack of seriousness even in such a state, Rosalyne couldn't help but reach out and pinch the soft flesh around his waist, scolding, "You said before that when I'm in danger, you'd come to my rescue on a rainbow cloud. But here you are, trying to die before me!"

"Hmph, I won't die so easily."

Jams sniffled lightly, smelling the fragrance of milk, and he felt utterly blissful.

"If you had knocked me out, you would have had to give me artificial respiration afterward, whether it saves me or not. I wouldn't mind... Ouch! Why did you pinch me again!"

Before Jams finished speaking, Rosalyne pinched him once more.

This time, Rosalyne didn't hold back, and Jams cried out in pain, tears welling up in his eyes!

"Ouch, it hurts... I know I was wrong! Thank you, Miss Rosalyne, for not killing me. Please, let go."

With this pinch, Rosalyne not only used her physical strength but also infused it with the power of ice and fire elements.

The scorching heat and extreme cold penetrated his skin, as if two armies were battling inside his body, providing a tingling sensation!

"What move is this? Could it be the legendary 'Song of Ice and Fire'... cough, cough, the Rime and Fire!?"

His waist throbbing with pain, Jams' flirty words eventually turned a bit more serious.

"The Rime and Fire?"

Rosalyne blinked, and the strength in her hand suddenly eased, as if she really liked this skill name.

"Can I use this name to title my own ice and fire elemental techniques?"

"No problem at all. The copyright holder probably won't bother with Teyvat. You can use that skill name however you like."

Jams nodded and tentatively patted Rosalyne's small hand, keeping those delicate jade-like hands away from his waist's soft flesh.

"What other beautiful skill names can you come up with? If you can think of two more, I'll let you off~"

Rosalyne smiled slightly, and several dozens of icy shards emanated from the palm of her hand, exuding a chilling aura.

"For the ice elemental technique... let's call it 'Frost's Lament.'"

Jams picked up a pea-sized icicle and licked it.

Crunch, crunch!

Hmm, it was cool and seemed to carry a hint of Rosalyne's unique fragrance.

"Frost's Lament..."

Rosalyne, immune to his perverted behavior by now, summoned a ball of flame as if she hadn't seen anything.

"What should we call the Pyro combat skill?"

"Do we even need to think about it? The Cryo combat skill is called 'Frost's Lament,' so the Pyro combat skill should be... 'Joy of Fire'!"

Boom!

The next second, that large 'Joy of Fire' came crashing down towards Jams!

Facing the approaching fireball, Jams remained calm and unfazed, still wearing a smile.

"Hmph, a small trick!"

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

A layer of crimson mist emerged on Jams' body, and the scorching fireball, upon contact with the mist, instantly evaporated as if it had encountered its natural enemy!

In the blink of an eye, the huge fireball disappeared without a trace, leaving no mark behind!

"This..."

Rosalyne's pupils suddenly contracted, her sensual lips slightly parted, exuding a mix of charm and a hint of girlish innocence.

Although it was just an ordinary Pyro combat skill, it couldn't be easily resolved like this.

Jams was simply standing there doing nothing!

But what Rosalyne didn't know was that Jams had just successfully fished, gaining +100% Fire Elemental Resistance and +100% Cryo Elemental Resistance!

This boost in attributes directly transformed Jams' Fire Elemental Resistance!

Previously, when faced with Stormterror's breath, his clothes were completely destroyed.

But now his Fire Elemental Resistance had become strong enough to protect his clothes!

Finally, he no longer needed to worry about his clothes bursting!

...

The atmosphere became somewhat eerie for a moment. Jams had done nothing, yet he unintentionally showed off in front of Rosalyne.

This was the annoyance of the strong—showing off gradually turned from an active skill into a passive one.

"How did you do that? I haven't seen you training hard before..." Rosalyne's lilac eyes sparkled, revealing a seductive charm mixed with the excitement of a rich woman encountering a delicious young man.

"Heh."

Jams folded his hands behind his back, raised his head at a 45-degree angle, gazing at the rising sun, and let the emotions of a cold feeling in high places brew within his heart.

"If hard work could achieve results, why would there be geniuses?"

"Hmph, always putting on airs. I'm leaving!"

Rosalyne gave him a flirtatious eye roll, no longer dwelling on the matter, and turned to leave.

"You're just going to leave? Don't you want to watch the sunrise together?" Jams felt a bit reluctant.

"Forget it, let your little cotton... buddies accompany you."

Rosalyne gestured towards Mondstadt with a slight tilt of her mouth.

Suddenly, several figures, some cute and some elegant, ran towards the sunrise.

"Jams, big brother Jams!"

"Jams!"

"Fisher, we haven't seen you all day. Did you miss us?"

"..."

"I'm really leaving~" Rosalyne tugged at Jams' sleeve.

"Mhmm, you should go quickly. I'm afraid Klee, Lumine, Noelle, Barbara, and Amber will misunderstand..."

"Ugh! You scumbag!"

Rosalyne's bosom heaved dramatically as she stomped her foot and left, sulking.

After seeing off Rosalyne, Jams turned to his little angels, a bright smile on his face.

"Klee, come here, give me a hug~"

"Hehe, big brother Jams~~~"