I'm such a big son

Because the owner asked him to stay, and the adopted son wanted to watch the cartoons on TV, Mr. Fukuzawa finally gave up his plan to go for a walk at night.Rimbaud ordered the supernatural beings who had tidied up the kitchen to tidy up the study for the two guests.

The tall, white-haired man was busy walking around, and Mr. Fukuzawa frowned, thinking that this guy was quite an eyesore.

Of course he knew that this was another role of Rimbaud's [Color Painting Collection]. He had pretended to be other men in the early years, and she killed Gide herself.If nothing unexpected happens in the future, this is likely to be the last person to die at her hands...

Thinking about it like this makes me feel even more uncomfortable.

If it wasn't for this guy's death, if he didn't know that Rimbaud is actually a person with a bottom line and no special hobbies... I still feel very upset, don't you!

... Fukuzawa Yukichi, who was supported by the human design and could not collapse, was sitting on the XL sofa in Rimbaud's house. When everyone was focusing on the TV, he glanced at the study room for a while and glanced at the study room for a while. The black cat that was stuffed next to his leg didn't notice.

The study, which doubles as a guest room, was tidied up. Rimbaud snapped his fingers and the supernatural life body disappeared. Mr. Fukuzawa was relieved at first, but then he felt choked in his chest when he thought about where he had gone.

But it is also impossible for him to take the initiative to talk to Rimbaud about the other party's supernatural life form... It seems too narrow-minded.

Sour.

——I still feel itchy and really want to chop that guy off!

He sat there repeatedly touching the knife, and the gradually thickening killing intent not only woke up Adrian who was sleepy, but also attracted the attention of others.It's just that no one except Rimbaud dared to ask questions.

The black cat "meowed" and hid with its ears behind to find its "similar species". A Dun was moving his feet around anxiously, and a black shadow jumped onto his lap.The boy subconsciously hugged the extra black cat on his leg, and the two fluffy cats tended to squeeze together and tremble.

"I'll take you to the study."

Rimbaud glanced at Fukuzawa Yukichi indifferently and got up and walked to the only bedroom on the first floor. Mr. Swordsman felt guilty for no reason, and silently got up and followed her footsteps.

There was a group of kids in the living room looking at each other, Dazai stood up, stretched his waist, patted and walked in disorder: "I have two psps, let's play a game together?"

The cartoon was just finished, and the famous detective thought about it, and it turned out that it was more attractive to form a team and start a gangster, so he no longer cared about the behavior of two parents running to make small talk.All the boys who have psp to play games expressed their willingness to play with Edogawa Ranpo. The TV immediately fell out of favor and was turned off and forgotten in the corner. A group of teenagers hugged the game console and started a happy mutual pit mode. Howling.

Rimbaud and Fukuzawa Yukichi walked into the study one after the other, and as soon as he turned and closed the study door, her voice sounded beside her ear: "Sour!"

The majestic and upright person immediately wiped out the shyness that he didn't know, and secretly thanked that the light in the study room was not on.

Then he felt that it was too early to rejoice.

Because of the darkness, vision loses its effect, and other senses are infinitely magnified.For Mr. Swordsman, whose old house was on fire, he was at a loss for his already sensitive five senses.

This distance is too close.

Her breath, her chuckle, and the faint smell of peppermint all made him intoxicated.Fortunately, his sanity is still there, Mr. Fukuzawa suddenly stretched out his hand to press the slender fingers sticking to his waist.

"Don't make a... itch..."

The voice was a little weak, and even a little pleading.

It's so easy to bully, and he delivered it to the door by himself. If he didn't bully him, he wouldn't be Rimbaud.

Being in the same darkness, she also lost the vision she relied on the most on weekdays, and she smelled the ice, snow and pine trees on her lover's body.Unlike herself, this man with a cold and serious appearance was unexpectedly warm, so warm that she nostalgic for it, so much so that when she walked on the street and saw more handsome men, she couldn't resist stopping to admire them like before, or whistling Make an appointment with someone to go chic.

Rimbaud yearns for stability more than anyone else, and is also more unstable than anyone else.

Then she really pulled herself away from Mr. Fukuzawa's hand, turned and walked in the direction of the light switch in this lightless darkness.

The palms of my hands felt empty all of a sudden, and my heart skipped a beat.He never knew that he would also feel flustered, and he always felt that if he didn't do something at this moment, her back would become more and more dim in front of him until there was no trace of her.

Fukuzawa Yukichi stretched out his hand and touched in the darkness, there was only a mass of air in front of him—Rimbaud hid where he couldn't detect it.Yes, if it was her, she could indeed do that.

She had been the only target he had pursued with all his strength and still failed in his mission.Even if the original intention of this mission is just to show the world a show.

Rimbaud has always been the best hunter and the toughest prey, no one knows better than him.

"Where are you?"

Mr. Fukuzawa's voice echoed in the study room. This 40-year-old man looked very childish at the moment, and his simple question made him sound like a spoiled child.

Rimbaud held back his laughter and continued to hide very close to him.

The room was silent, no one responded.

She was clearly on the left, and the air was full of her breath, but there was no trace of her, Fukuzawa Yukichi stood where he was and smiled wryly.Miss Rimbaud is as dangerous and charming as the fog on the sea, and the seduced passers-by may find it difficult to leave if they are not buried here forever.

The quieter the atmosphere, the more ambiguous the atmosphere, especially in this kind of environment where I know you are there but I can't find you, the desire in people's hearts will be infinitely magnified.

It's not enough, it's just that the breath is far from enough, what he wants is more.The male's hunting instinct gradually awakened, and he was ten times more eager than usual to completely strip her from the darkness.

—I am so mad that I have come to envy the darkness that surrounds her.

The ambiguity grew stronger and stronger with the invisible tension, which made him unconsciously recall her blush cheeks and eyes almost dripping water when she was in love... teeth white, I really can't think about it, the more I think about it, the more unbearable the silence in the room.

Rimbaud, who deliberately hid in the dark, suddenly found that his lover's breathing was disordered.It is no longer as strict and abstinent as usual, and it is more sexy than many mature men.

Everything happened between the two of them. Although she deliberately seduced him at the beginning, Mr. Fukuzawa is indeed a heart-warming good man.Of course, what she meant was not limited to his generosity and reliability, but also other aspects... Ahem...

Mr. Fukuzawa, who was still groping in the dark, suddenly noticed some movement not far away. Before the movement disappeared, he quickly blocked it. She laughed and fought back, expressing that she did not want to be caught.

In the end, it was Mr. Fukuzawa who was better in the close combat of physical contact. The two fought silently and after a few moves, Miss Rimbaud was finally caught by her arms and fell into a warm embrace with her back to him.

——Probably only at this time he is more like a proactive lover than a calm elder.

She sneered a few times, twisted twice like a slippery little fish, and was about to break free, but was caught off guard by his bite on the side of her neck and pressed against the door panel.

Miss Rimbaud, who was not afraid of pain but very sensitive, shivered for a moment and calmed down. The rare suppleness made it even more difficult for him to control his strength.

It's really like a lone wolf biting its partner.

"Be quiet, if you make too much noise, you will be heard..."

"Sorry, it might not be possible."

There was no apology in the voice, and there was even a bit of teasing that was quite rare.But after all, he was carried away from such a broken place as the door panel... If this is not the first floor, if there is not a group of teenagers gathering in the living room, screaming and playing games.

Rimbaud took a few steps back, tripped backwards in the invisible darkness, then relaxed his body and fell backwards together.The woman flexibly adjusted her body balance, and after the sound of clothes rubbing and heavy objects falling to the ground, she sat on her lover's waist and supported his chest, lowered her head and smiled to look into his gray-blue eyes.

The long black hair swept across her nose, and it was a little itchy. Mr. Fukuzawa, who was helplessly under the pressure, resisted the impulse, raised his hand and stroked her cheek to brush the long hair away: "Naughty."

"Didn't you already know about this?"

She turned her face and rubbed against his palm, like a cat who is only afraid of the cold but greedy for human body heat: "Go to my bedroom later?"

He didn't make a sound, she already knew the answer.

The weight on the body disappeared in an instant, and soon the indoor light was turned on with a "snap", Fukuzawa Yukichi subconsciously blinked to avoid the sudden glare of the light, and stretched out a too beautiful palm in front of him: "Get up!" Bar."

He didn't avoid it, he grabbed her and borrowed his strength to stand up again, looked up and looked around the study room: "There are a lot of books, very good."

Rimbaud took a deep breath and let it out: "Well, my father is a scholar, and he developed the habit when he was adopted. I hate the decadent authoritarianism in the school, but I don't hate the knowledge taught in the school."

The study room has been tidied up, and the quilts for guests are placed not far from the heater. It can be seen that the people who do things are very careful.Rimbaud brushed his hair, teasing with an indescribable smile: "You don't like my supernatural life form, I will try to keep him from appearing in front of you as little as possible... But I really need such a person who can do housework." servant."

Mr. Fukuzawa, who has been a young master for 40 years and is still severely disabled, feels that not being able to do housework is the biggest regret in his life, and Gao Jie's nature does not allow him to say "let go of this woman and kill the reader" Such words... Then Mr. Fukuzawa suddenly remembered the scene of Miss Rimbaud's little girl from the special agent department - even a woman... He gritted his teeth and wanted to bite her again, and finally had to compromise: "That's it Well, I see."

Facing her, there is basically no word "principle". No matter how hard he struggles, he is the one who throws up his armor and surrenders in the end. Can kneel down and connive.