Miss Hardcore Love Daily

Miss Wan Yin is very happy today.

From the tip of her jumping hair, and the unknown tune humming softly in her throat, she knew it.

Mr. Dazai, who came back one step ahead of her, curled his legs and flipped through his favorite book.

He couldn't turn a page of his book in more than ten minutes, but every minute, he turned to look at the busy people in the kitchen—Miss Wan Yin, whose every cell in his body was jumping for joy.

Dazai silently took a bite of the cream cake that he no longer liked, and then frowned sweetly.

It also happened to be watched by Wan Yinjiaye: "..."

Is this bad luck?

She poured a cup of barley tea, pinched the other's chin expressionlessly and poured it in.

"Oh!!" The other party made a meaningless * *, like a drowning fish.

"Actually, Mr. Dazai doesn't like sweet things at all." Miss Wan Yin put down the water glass, grabbed the fork from the other party's hand, and moved the plate containing the cake to her: "Then say 'no' to me."

There is nothing in my hand, a little empty.

The young man opened his mouth and picked up the warm teacup.

It's not that I don't like it, it's just that I don't want to eat it now.

"I like all the things Miss Jia Ye likes, isn't that just right?" He said so.

Miss Wan Yin puffed her cheeks, she was not moved at all, and she gouged him out: "What are you talking about, this is a blasphemy against the cake!!!"

"Hey, you are so strict, Miss Jia Ye!" The young man sighed, as if he had been hit hard, but he soon cheered up again, making people doubt the authenticity of the low piece: "Speaking of which..."

He watched Miss Wan Yin skillfully turn on the TV. It seemed to be a popular TV series recently, and the content in it was the same as the conversation he had heard that day. To put it simply, it was a bit brain-dead.

But it seems that older women like to watch.

"Why are you so happy today? Is it because of the cake?" The young man slid down from the sofa and sat on the floor in front of the coffee table with Miss Wan Yin. His legs looked even more aggrieved, but I didn't care much.

"Ah... this one." Miss Wanyin stared at the TV screen intently, but she was actually staring at the image refracted by the glass surface, on which was the face of Mr. Dazai.

She hasn't figured out what to say yet.

"The day after tomorrow... um, no, I saw Mr. Nakaya again on the street today. I met him just after work. It turned out that Mr. Dazai and Mr. Nakaya were not only friends, but also colleagues before—"

The young man's hand under the table suddenly stopped and stopped on the path he was going to reach.

"That was a long time ago, it's gone now, that 'job'," he said.

A tacit secret is confessed like this, so, what kind of person is the other party?

Using the most intuitive algorithm to compare, he or she, whoever has more lives in his hands, is more guilty.

When Mr. Dazai looked at Ms. Wan Yin, he could basically only see the back of her head. Suddenly, the pitch of the TV suddenly increased, and with the rise and fall of a small climax, she laughed at the TV, loudly.

Trouble, really annoying.

The black-haired young man looked at the TV with some resentment in his eyes, and was caught by Miss Wan Yin.

She was already distracted, but after seeing the other person's expression, she thought in her heart that it was so.

After laughing, she dug another piece of cake, and she said casually, "Does Mr. Dazai like me very much?"

While chewing something, Miss Wan Yin looked at him. At this time, the young man was already staring at the TV with a bit of disgust: "Well, it's okay."

"I don't like it, it's pure sexual|| desire, and I'm very sure of that alone." Miss Wan Yin said intentionally.

In fact, she's right to say that, isn't she? From the very beginning, they met each other frankly, "lived together", and then shouted "nurture". Up to now, there are quite a few things like kissing and hugging.

There is no nominal ambiguous object.

That's probably what it means.

Wanyin Jiaye is very familiar with this. Although she will not play with other people's minds at will, but sometimes mischievous thoughts come up, she is also quite indifferent, plus the racial talent of the past that has lost emotion...

Ah, I seem to be a little too much.

"I'm going to Tokyo, and I'm going to look for my old things... Last time I checked the information, weren't you on the side, so let's count it as my store."

"..." Dazai looked at the bright red nail polish on Miss Wanyin's fingers, he thought he had tied up the wild cat: "I think Miss Kaye, you are more than a simple 'sex||desire' to me." This kind of rude statement is even more despicable."

"Huh..." The cake suddenly tasted bad, and I was stabbed in the foot: "I am not a person with noble character and no blemish, you are right, this is to use the present, the time is up .”

"But don't you want to be a good person, show some 'good person' courage—for example, die in love with me or something." His eyes dimmed, and he hugged his knees.

Miss Wan Yin put down the spoon, she was a little surprised by this request: "Does a 'good man' agree to your unreasonable request? I originally thought that you should be the same person as me...Compared to your beloved 'sacrificing love', Wouldn't it be more fun to come here once?"

She was completely broken, and her old pretense fell apart.

Osamu Dazai smiled and sneered: "A despicable person sees other people as despicable."

He meant that she misunderstood him?

But hello!This is no joke!

"A hypocrite." Wanyin Jiaye didn't show mercy.

"Oh, thank you for the compliment!"

The youth also showed no concern about it.

The self-contained TV is still chattering, the bitterness of the barley tea neutralizes the sweetness of the cake, the blooming flowers on the tea table are delicate and beautiful, and the dark tone of the whole apartment makes people's mood not so good.

Speaking of which, Wanyin Jiaye could have run away without saying a word, but now he wants to have an honest confession with this pervert.

It's funny, Wan Yinjiaye, a ghost who doesn't know how old he is, is still here so naive and innocent.

She obviously has more ways.

None of them said a word.

They were secretly annoyed at each other, and they never repented.

Ms. Wan Yin was still considerate of the other party's age, and stood up first, went to the refrigerator and took out a bottle of wine, and by the way, there was also the crystal shot glass collected by Mr. Dazai.

She smiled again, and put down one in front of the expressionless young man opposite, and one in front of herself, and filled it with alcohol. This is the wine with the highest alcohol content in the refrigerator she took, and it is possible to drink it to death.

"Let's play a game, Dazai." She rarely called him by his name, even when he went to ask her for a kiss.

"what……"

It's an awkward kid, but that's not how it should end up being.

Wanyin Jiaye: "I saw someone playing it online, it's called 'Confession Game', the worst game in history, do you want to play it?"

The young man glanced at her, raised the corners of his lips, and filled his two cups with dark eyes.

"Tell me about what happened after you met me. If you don't know anything, just have a drink."

Online, it's the fastest way to test whether a couple is in love.

But Miss Wan Yin found it extremely ridiculous.

Everyone has secrets, and everyone has their own space. Whether it is to open it to others without authorization, or to force others to open it without authorization, it is an extremely arrogant behavior.

But she thinks today is just right.

The smart Mr. Dazai also naturally understood, no, it should be said that this is something left over from his long-term playing.

"You are in good shape, I can see clearly."

He lowered his legs and raised his eyebrows.

Miss Wan Yin glanced at him and drank it down.

"I was married." She nodded her chin and motioned him.

Osamu Dazai knew the anecdote that happened to the other party: "In the Taisho era, I wouldn't be surprised if you had children at your age."

He gritted his teeth when he said this, he was really afraid that the other party had a child...

But Wan Yin Jia Ye smiled: "You continue."

"The first time I saw you, I wanted to possess you." He didn't like the inexplicable smile of the other party.

Wanyin Jiaye squeezed the wine glass: "I know, and I'm not stupid, um...it's me...I'm over 100 years old this year, and the '100 years' here is not from Taisho to Heisei, but a real and conscious life '100 years'."

The young man let out a 'wow' and took a sip from his glass.

Spicy sore throat, this kind of thing, it is justifiable to drink to death, right?

"The identity certificate can be faked. I'm a liar. I'm fully capable of getting a legal certificate from you."

He said with a smile.

Wanyinjiaye knew it a long time ago: "I know - I died once three days ago."

"……impossible

"Extraordinary power, I can't be killed, I can try the so-called 'sacrifice of love' with you." Wanyin Jiaye also laughed.

Osamu Dazai gulped it down, his stomach hurt a little.

"The day I met you, the wine was mixed with sleeping pills, and I was going to jump into the sea."

Wanyinjiaye could vaguely guess, but she still drank a cup: "I like dogs, cough cough——"

She choked a little: "I'm going to Tokyo this time with Chuya Nakahara."

"...Oh, I know."

"I guess so." The woman smiled.

"I'm looking for the ultimate suicide method, and The Complete Suicide Handbook is my favorite."

Wanyin Jiaye drank: "I forgot something very important, that is my most important person, I said I want to be a 'good person', it seems that he said it, I like to listen to what he said."

This, he also knew, but the young man suddenly didn't know, drinking, his mouth was a little sweet: "I hate Zhongyuan Chuya, the day I left the organization, I put a bomb in his car."

Wan Yin Jia Ye drank: "Aren't you friends?"

Although Mr. Dazai likes this thing, his drinking power is not comparable to that of Wanyin Jiaye. After a few rounds, only three glasses fell into his mouth, but this level is already the limit.

Young people have stomach problems because they didn't eat on time in their early years. Coupled with this stimulus, they are almost close to death.

Before Osamu Dazai could answer, he could no longer swallow what was held in his throat, and spat out a mouthful of bright red with the resistance of his stomach.

Wanyin Jiaye's heart skipped a beat by the shocking red.

"Osamu Dazai!??"

The young man dabbed a little bit with his hand and put it in front of his eyes, "Heh~"

"Do you have a stomach problem?" Wan Yinjiaye directly pulled the cup in the other party's hand, trying to find out the mobile phone in the pocket in a panic, and wanted to make an emergency call.

But her hand was directly held down by the opponent. For the first time, she also felt the strength of the opponent. It turned out that this person was not as weak and boneless as he seemed.

"Do you feel distressed?" He leaned on his single sofa, his eyes were full of indifference, and he even had a faint feeling of relief: "That's it, it's not bad to die, but if you feel distressed, I will grit my teeth and live ..."

"..." Wanyinjiaye knew that drinking could kill a person, and she was careless this time, thinking that this person has so much money in his cellar, so he should have common sense.

In fact, Wanyin Jiaye didn't know the nature of this person who committed suicide and became a demon, because Osamu Dazai subconsciously hid his side in front of her.

Thinking about it carefully, he rarely mentioned it, and rarely showed his decadent side.

Dazai and Wanyin Jiaye are together, which is very inexplicable.

"I still want to jump into the sea with Miss Jia Ye..."

He looked very ugly and embarrassed, and at this moment, he still refused to give in.

Wan Yinjiaye was holding his head in her hand, clutching his soft hair, she suddenly remembered that when they had dinner in Chinatown for the first time, that person seemed to be really about to cry.

"sorry."

Pulling you to play this lousy game...

If she didn't lose anything, if she met him first, there's nothing wrong with going on like this.

At this moment, Wanyin Jiaye actually understood that they were of the same kind.