I'm such a big son

Fukuzawa Yukichi lowered his head slightly and saw a pair of rippling eyes, the bright brown almost turned into golden brown, and Rimbaud's face completely exposed to the starlight after pulling back his hair.

It can be said to be quite a strong appearance impact.

Even serious and honest people have to admit that she is so beautiful that she is quite offensive, with exquisite facial features, picturesque eyebrows, and lips that are not as gorgeous as before probably because of frequent injuries recently, but the light cherry color is also exciting enough.

When Rimbaud looks at a person intently, anyone can't help but feel light, as if he is the lover whom this woman loves piously, and as if he is her whole world.

It's too much, it's too much to look at a man with this look, Miss Rimbaud.

"You're drunk, I'll take you back."

When Mr. Swordsman heard his own voice say this, what he thought was completely different—she was smiling, but there was no smile in the depths of her pupils, so why not be more gentle and leave her to comfort her carefully?

No matter what she wants, as long as it can make this woman smile happily and narrow her eyes into two slits, is there anything she can't do?Even if her hands are stained with blood, even if she is rebellious, even if she always approaches with ambiguity and then turns away without nostalgia... Fukuzawa Yukichi believes that even if she is such a woman who can't give people any sense of security at all, No one can be cruel and cold to accuse.

I will always forgive her, there is no way not to forgive.

Rimbaud tried to withdraw the wrist held by Mr. Fukuzawa, but failed.Thinking that the other party might be afraid that she would continue to attack as soon as she let go, she smiled and let her body fall forward, falling into the embrace with a touch of rosin without any surprise.

"You drank too much, don't do this outside..."

Mr. Fukuzawa's voice was a little fluttering, and Rimbaud laughed lazily—the heartbeat of someone under his palm was even more violent than that of the man who drank too much.

"You mean, it can be like this without being outside... or is it like this?"

Even though she was so close, she insisted on deliberately speaking to him in solemn honorifics. Her slightly drunken breath brushed against the skin on the side of her neck, and Mr. Fukuzawa breathed chaotically for a few seconds before regaining his original rhythm.

——Still flustered and messy, but he didn't know it himself, Rimbaud rolled his eyes and concealed the secret.

"I mean, you should go home, or find a safe place to sober up, instead of walking down the street drunk like this."

The very upright Mr. Swordsman felt like he was sweating, if he didn't hurry up and get rid of this goblin in his arms, something would definitely happen that would make him feel ashamed and not want to go out for a year...

"But I want to chat with someone. A mother can't hold her son and talk about her troubles. Then she will be disqualified."

She pushed the people around her to regain her footing, turned around and leaned on the railing by the river, tilted her head and threw one light golden cube after another into the water of the Tsurumi River.

——Did you use the supernatural ability like this!

Seeing that she finally let him go, Mr. Fukuzawa let out a deep breath, and sighed with the slight regret in his heart: "Yes... What troubles have you encountered?"

"...Before when my supernatural power was separated and I rioted, I couldn't figure out some things."

She explained a few words lightly, and put her arm between her chin and the bridge rail: "What do I want? Why is the ability that is part of the soul so strange!"

In fact, it's not surprising...Fukuzawa Yukichi didn't express his thoughts.After all, the situation of Rimbaud's immediate boss and his fellow apprentice Mori Ogai is really strange.

"Fortunately, you deserve to be loved, and I mean anyone."

After holding it in for a long time, Mr. Swordsman finally choked out a sentence that would not be slapped on the face.

Rimbaud laughed suddenly: "Does this include you?"

"Yes, including me." He turned his head to look at her long hair that was secretly lifted by Night Breeze, and unknowingly reached out and grabbed a strand: "And what happened last time with Xie Ye... Sorry to scare you."

"sorry."

She changed the direction and lay down on her stomach, carelessly airing the back of her head and the back of her neck to a man of comparable strength: "That? It's not easy for me to forgive..."

One after another, the light golden cubes fell into the Tsurumi River and immediately dissolved and disappeared. The corner of the woman's mouth pulled out a playful arc: "I want to be forgiven after offending the lady. How can this kind of thing be turned over in a simple sentence? Fukuzawa Mister, na~"

"What price are you going to pay, the anger of the PortMafia cadres cannot be extinguished casually."

No matter how uncomfortable it was, Rimbaud turned over and leaned against the railing, wanting to sit on the floor.Fukuzawa Yukichi quickly grabbed her arm...no movement?

Ah...he just closed his eyes and fell asleep peacefully like this, not at all like the last time he brought a group of children to his house for no reason, and drank water in the middle of the night... Forget it, I can't think about it.

It's best not to toss.Mr. Fuze picked him up as if resigned to his fate: "Don't make trouble, I will take you home."

Rimbaud, who suddenly became obedient, snorted, "I haven't forgiven you yet."

... Well, it turned out that I wasn't asleep, but just tired and wanting to be lazy.

She was so sleepy that she couldn't keep her eyes open, and she was struggling to fight with others, which was cute. Mr. Fukuzawa sighed again, and walked towards the residence in a different direction—the total number of sighs in this life is not as many as today. .

"I implore Miss Rimbaud to persevere, you will catch a cold if you fall asleep outside."

"Hum hum……"

Half an hour later, Mr. Fukuzawa opened the door of his house. He took Miss Rimbaud, who fell asleep halfway, into the guest room, and covered her with a quilt.

Fukuzawa Yukichi secretly rejoiced that Ranbu moved out to live with his colleagues, otherwise this situation would be really difficult to appease him... I always feel like I did something bad behind my child's back, I can't control it and I don't want to control it, but I can't control it. There is no adequate explanation.

He left warm water on the coffee table in the living room, arranged himself and locked the bedroom door, and lay down to rest.

Why lock the door?

Well... anyway... it would be better if it was locked, probably.

The next day Rimbaud got out of the quilt covering his head, looking around in a daze... his mind was as hazy as if wrapped in paste, and he saw everything as if through frosted glass.Looking at the clothes on her body expressionlessly, and then at the style of the room, recalling the last person she saw before the fragment last night, she probably knew it in her heart.

"Mr. Fukuzawa, you are really a nice guy..."

Talking to herself, she got up and went to the closet to find a bathrobe, and just walked into the bathroom and turned on the hot water to wash away the night's alcohol smell.When she came out again, two very traditional Japanese breakfasts were placed on the small table in the restaurant. Considering the preferences of the guests, there was also a basket of bread and jam bought in the supermarket.

Breakfast... It was definitely not made by Fukuzawa Yukichi. The housekeeper who had already cleaned up saw Rimbaud and bowed deeply, picked up all the packed garbage, opened the door and slipped away—the only one in so many years A woman who dared to spend the night at the young master's house was so beautiful, almost so beautiful that it made people feel dangerous.

Even if nothing happens, it's refreshing, at least I have something to say to the old lady when I go back.The housekeeper narrowed her eyes with a smile. The slow-moving products that Fukuzawa's family has been holding for 40 years are finally cleared. Who said this is not good news!

His head was full of question marks as he watched the housekeeper walk away with small steps, Rimbaud felt a chill down his back.She saw water on the coffee table in the living room, walked over to pick up a cup, filled the water, and drank it. Halfway through drinking, there was the sound of the bedroom door being unlocked, and Mr. Fukuzawa, who was also well-dressed in her own home, appeared at the door.

She only turned her eyes to look at him, drank up the water and put down the glass before turning around and humming "Morning".

"……morning."

Swallowing back the words "it's almost noon", he pointed to the restaurant: "Have something to eat, and then I'll take you back..."

"Is there nothing else you want to tell me?"

Anyone who changed Rimbaud could make his legs so weak that he couldn't get up today, and he never expected to meet this honest man who doesn't understand his style... By the way, you are too honest, it's not cheap to send it to your door Will it stick? !

Mr. Fukuzawa, who didn't know that he had been issued N good person cards, subconsciously moved away from the bedroom door to a safer restaurant. Rimbaud glanced at him, walked over and stood very close on purpose:

"Are you afraid of me?"

The kitchen is not big, and both of them are not short, Fukuzawa Yukichi seems to be so embarrassed that he wants to stand on the cabinet.

"No, no... please don't tease me..."

He thought he had maintained a stable image, but the pupils of the woman in front of him reflected a poor man who was about to explode.

"Huh? Could it be that I'm thinking wrong, you don't want me? Or was the previous marriage proposal just a talk..."

She was lying on Mr. Fukuzawa's chest like a boneless sea monster, raising her head just high enough to look into his gray-blue eyes:

"Let me think about it, when encountering strange things, most of them have to fall on... Dazai?"

The person under his palm trembled slightly, Rimbaud thought she probably knew the answer.She simply raised her arms around Mr. Swordsman's neck, stood on tiptoe and gave him a kiss that only a lover could have.

Different from the previous simple touch of joking or ridicule, the alcohol that has not faded has weakened the will, making her extra enthusiastic.The older man reacted truthfully and straightforwardly after the initial stupefaction, and finally parted, and dared not even watch her pick him up and put him on the dining table stool:

"Eat! You can do whatever you want, you can do whatever you want, now... eat as you please."

The momentum became weaker and weaker, and in the end it was all coaxing.

So Miss Rimbaud, who lived like a little princess in her heart, was happy to be coaxed into her hair, and she sat down on the dining stool obediently, breaking bread and dipping jam: "You are mine now, how dare you do something behind my back?" Small tricks...hehe, I hope you won't be discovered by me."

Going back to fashion in a foreign style, Mr. Fukuzawa, who has a beautiful girlfriend, feels that his life is probably going to be over the next second he confirms his lover relationship.

Miss Lan Bo, who talked about love, was shining all over her body, and she gave him the idea of ​​"willing to die" with a flick of her eyes—are you really a person with supernatural powers in the mind control department, Rimbaud? Miss?My serious, introverted and restrained character design is almost destroyed by you!