Hong Kong black cadres debut online

Just when Nakahara Nakaya thought that Osamu Dazai had discovered something, he vigilantly did not continue to struggle, but let Osamu Dazai lie on his body, and he pricked up his ears to listen carefully.

The beach was quiet the moment they stopped, the only sound was the sound of waves crashing on the shore and the sound of racing motors in the distance.

But soon, Zhongyuan Zhong also heard faint panting sounds from not far away from the sound of the waves.

Zhong Yuanzhong also thought that someone was running over, and then he heard a few high-pitched voices.

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Hearing this, Nakahara Nakaya looked at Osamu Dazai who threw him down expressionlessly, but saw that Osamu Dazai was not embarrassed at all. When he was lying on him, he was very interested in wrapping his fingers around his orange chest. Broken hair, very happy to play with in hand.

Zhong Yuanzhong, who really thought there was some enemy, also pushed him, and said impatiently: "Let's go!"

Osamu Dazai got up from him naturally and obediently, but he didn't know if the accessories on his clothes caught Nakahara Nakaya's hair. out.

"Tsk."

Nakahara also thought that meeting Dazai Osamu was nothing good, but he didn't want to say anything more to Dazai Osamu. He turned his head and looked around, and sure enough, he saw a car in a hidden dark place, and he didn't know what it was. When it stopped there, even in the dark, Zhong Yuanzhong could see that the car was shaking quite a bit.

At that moment, Nakahara also understood why those people in Miyajima's mouth like to come to this beach the most.

Because there are few people here and the scenery is good, of course it is a place where many couples are willing to come and play.

This discovery immediately made Nakahara Chuya lose the mood to continue walking, and he left the beach and walked towards the car regardless of Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai patted the sand on his body only to realize that Nakahara Nakaya had gone far away, and hurriedly followed.

Without the restraints of Osamu Dazai, Nakahara Chuya used his supernatural ability to shake off the trivial sand on his body, and then started the sports car.

However, due to the spoof just now, Osamu Dazai was one step away from getting into the car, and the small resentful eyes suddenly appeared at that moment: "Chuya~~~"

However, Zhong Yuanzhong ignored him at all, and frantically stepped on the accelerator, causing the sports car to roar loudly, and the sound resounded directly in the vicinity.Then Zhongyuan Zhong also turned the steering wheel crazily, bringing the tires almost turning golden sparks, leaving scorched black marks on the road, and soon the car flew out.

Osamu Dazai felt the convertible car and the fierce wind brought by the high speed, and even stood up from the seat, stretching out his hands to feel the exciting feeling.

Then he put his hands on the windshield and asked sideways, "Could Chuya be shy?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also focused all his attention on the road conditions, and said mercilessly, "Shut up from now on."

Hearing here, Osamu Dazai obediently pulled the zipper on his mouth, and after that, he didn't make any sound, but turned his face to look at Chuya Nakahara from time to time, which made Nakahara Chuya notice it, and felt very irritable in his heart.

This atmosphere lasted until Nakahara Chuya returned to his apartment in Tokyo.

Because the apartment in Tokyo is not very common, and the living assistant has no place to live in Tokyo, sometimes he will make do with Nakahara Nakaya’s apartment for one night, so the apartment here has a simple guest room.

After entering the apartment, Zhong Yuanzhong also threw the car keys on the coffee table, unbuttoned his shirt with some irritability, and took out a bottle of champagne from the wine cellar.

There is a special room for wine tasting in the wine cellar. Zhong Yuanzhong also sat on the sofa with his legs crossed. For the first time, he took a sip of the golden, mellow and fine wine, and the cool and mellow touch flooded his throat. Such a perfect taste enjoyment That made Zhong Yuan Zhong also relax.

In the end, he rubbed his hair to relieve his boredom, and Zhong Yuanzhong didn't know what happened, he suddenly lost his patience.

After much deliberation, he could only blame Dazai Osamu. If it weren't for the inexplicable words Dazai Osamu said this night, plus the pranks later, this evening would not have ended like this.

After drinking the wine in the entire champagne glass, Nakahara Nakaya thought for a long time and realized, isn't this the usual style of Osamu Dazai?He got used to it four years ago, is it because he hasn't gotten along like this for a long time, that's why he's so uncomfortable?

Simply, Zhong Yuanzhong was not a person who would feel sorry for himself. After he finished drinking, his complicated mood quickly dissipated. Putting down his glass, he pushed the door out wearing a baggy shirt.

I saw Osamu Dazai leaning on the wall outside the door, with long sleeves, and scattered sand on his wrinkled shirt. This scene made Nakahara Chuya frown.

"Go wash it up for me, don't dirty my floor!" Nakahara Nakaya directly dragged Osamu Dazai into the bathroom, stuffed him into the bathtub, and put hot water on him.

Just like that, Osamu Dazai huddled in the bathtub, and withered after being soaked in water.

Realizing that his body was drenched in hot water, Osamu Dazai pulled the bandage floating in the water, and said to Nakahara Chuya pitifully, "Chuya, do you have bandages at home?"

As a Hong Kong black man, why didn’t Zhongyuan Zhongya’s family back up bandages? He put the shower head in the bathtub, lifted his chin and said, “Wash it well for me, and I’ll get you bandages.”

So after taking a bath, Osamu Dazai lay obediently in the bathtub, and found a jar of lemon sea salt and other weird bottles and jars from a shelf on one side.

Osamu Dazai curiously opened the jar of lemon sea salt, and smelled the smell of Nakahara Nakaya from inside, and suddenly opened his eyes wide in surprise: "Well, is this the smell of Nakaya?"

This surprising discovery revived Osamu Dazai, he tilted the jar, and poured the thick liquid inside on his body, and soon the scent spread out, lingering at the tip of Osamu Dazai's nose.

The familiar smell and warm water made Osamu Dazai feel drowsy while lying in the bathtub. He sank down, buried his chin in the water, and narrowed his eyes in satisfaction.

That feeling is like embracing the little Zhongyuan Zhongye tonight, and there is a sense of satisfaction in body and mind.

Osamu Dazai lay down and squinted his eyes for a long time. When he woke up, he found a basket next to the bathroom, with a bath towel on top of the basket and a round bandage lying in the basket underneath.

I don't know when Zhongyuan Zhong also came in and put the things down. He seemed to see him relaxing in the bathtub, so he didn't wake him up.

With the sound of dense water splashing, Osamu Dazai finally stood up from the bathtub, covered the scars on his body with a bath towel, then wrapped his body with bandages bit by bit, and finally lifted the loose pajamas and draped them over his body.

Walking out of the bathroom door, Osamu Dazai smelled a smell of cigarettes.

Taking a closer look, Zhong Yuanzhong was also leaning against the glass door of the balcony, holding a cigarette between the index and middle fingers of his right hand, his lowered eyes were somewhat blurred under the smog.

He was still wearing a loose shirt, with a beautiful collarbone exposed under the collar. He was lazy and comfortable, and with long orange curly hair hanging around his neck, it was simply a beautiful picture.

Osamu Dazai watched this scene for a long time, long enough to engrave it in his mind before he asked, "Isn't it forbidden to smoke while singing?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also turned his head to look at him, responded, threw the cigarette into the trash can, and poured water on it to prevent fire: "It's just to smell it."

Osamu Dazai did not express any opinion on this, because it was already three o'clock in the morning, he yawned and asked, "Chuya, where do I sleep?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also pointed to the smaller bedroom: "My assistant occasionally comes back to sleep in that bedroom. Today I gave them a holiday, so you can sleep there."

"Huh?" Osamu Dazai opened the door, and made an unintelligible sound.

Because he saw that the second bedroom was really small and simple, and it looked like it was just a room for sleeping.

In short, it is a tool room.

Osamu Dazai turned around to fight for some benefits: "Chuya, can I have a look at your room?"

Nakahara also turned around and went to the bathroom. He also wanted to take a bath, but before taking a bath, he warned: "If I see you in the bedroom, get the hell out of here and go back to Yokohama tomorrow."

In this regard, Osamu Dazai could only curl his lips, and reluctantly opened the door of the second bedroom.

With a jump, Osamu Dazai lay down on the bed.

After lying on the bed for a long time, Osamu Dazai turned around, lay on his back and looked at the ceiling, and then slowly took out something from the bandage.

Taking a closer look, he was holding a few strands of orange hair in his hands, and he didn't know when they were secretly hidden in the bandage.

Even after being separated from the master, the orange hair is still naturally curly, lingering on Dazai Osamu's fingers like a lover, it is said that people with soft hair have a tougher personality, and thinking about it, it is true.

Osamu Dazai sighed, and continued to hide his hair in the bandage, feeling the touch anytime.

The night passed like that.

Because of staying up late, neither of them got up early the next day.

It wasn't until about one o'clock in the afternoon that Osamu Dazai woke up from hunger and left the room clutching his stomach.

It's just that he didn't expect that when he opened the door, he saw Zhong Yuan busy in the kitchen. Osamu Dazai moved his nose, and immediately smelled the aroma of curry.

Immediately Osamu Dazai leaned into the kitchen and saw Nakahara Chuya putting on a scarf and actually cooking curry in the kitchen.

As if he heard Osamu Dazai's approaching footsteps, Nakahara Nakaya glanced back at him and said, "Are you awake? I went to the supermarket to buy some curry cubes. Let's have some curry rice at noon."

Osamu Dazai pursed his lips and said, "Okay! I don't want to make it spicy!" Then he turned around and went to wash.

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at his back, and could only mutter a few words curiously: "Didn't you like spicy food last time? Why don't you add spicy curry this time?"

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