Miss Zhongyuan has something to say

"Miss Nakaya, good morning."

Zhong Yuan also knew that this was a dream.

The skin is full of sticky touch, fingers resting on the huge French window.She could see the brilliant lights outside the window through the hazy tears.

This is the office of the head of Hong Kong and Hei on the top floor. From this window, you can overlook the entire Yokohama.But Zhongyuan Zhong didn't want to appreciate such a grand occasion, she was concerned about every move of the people behind her.

Zhong Yuanzhong only knew that her ears were burning badly at that time.

Then, the dream woke up.The words in the dream still lingered in his ears, making Nakahara Chuya feel ashamed and angry like waves, hitting him one after another.

In front of him was a small piece of white skin with a bright red scratch on it.

The scene in the dream flooded Chuya Nakahara like a tide.The scorching breath still seemed to remain on his back.

His face turned red instantly.

Nakahara directly kicked Osamu Dazai off the bed, then sat up on the bed with half-opened eyes, rubbing his head.

The body seemed to be entangled with something, and the eyes were dry.

Chuya Nakahara is 22 years old this year, and this is the seventh year he and Dazai have known each other, and the seventh year they have lived together.The two have been in the fourth year of their relationship.But Osamu Dazai has returned home once a month since he succeeded the leader of Hong Kong gangsters.

"What's the matter?" After being kicked, Osamu Dazai was not angry, and even had a smile on his face. He hugged the quilt and walked to Nakahara Nakaya, "I heard Nakahara called my name all the time, it was a dream Is it my turn?"

His voice was soft and ambiguous, with an obvious smile.

"Do you want to die, Osamu Dazai?" Chuya Nakahara was extremely ashamed and indignant, gritted his teeth and threw the pillow on Osamu Dazai's face.

However, due to some irresistible reasons, Nakahara Chuya's strength was not strong, and the pillow rolled softly off Dazai Osamu's face.

"I've already died, last night." Dazai took a few steps back and closed the curtains.

The small beam of light in the room disappeared, completely immersed in darkness, and suddenly a piece of orange light lit up again.

Zhong Yuanzhong also turned on the bedside lamp.

"Bastard mackerel!" Zhong Yuanzhong was also extremely ashamed and indignant, his face turned red instantly.

To actually...to say such blatant words!

Nakahara also wanted to get out of bed and beat Osamu Dazai, but his body was covered with bandages, and because he was in a hurry to get out of bed, he tripped over the bandages and fell on the bed.

Orange-red hair fluttered on the black sheets like algae.

"Chuya looks like a little orange cat struggling in a ball of wool."

Chuya Nakahara tripped on the bed covered in bandages: "..."

Osamu Dazai had had enough fun, sat down by the bed and said, "Chuya, tie." Then he handed the tie to Chuya Nakahara.

The dark red tie set off Nakahara Nakaya's delicate and fair fingers.

"Go away!" Nakahara Nakaya raised his head and moved away from Osamu Dazai, then continued to struggle with the bandages with his tie still on.

Although he was rejected, Osamu Dazai still did not give up, and approached Chuya Nakahara: "Chuya, help me tie a tie~"

Osamu Dazai knew that Nakahara Chuya liked him terribly. Although he said he refused at first, Nakahara Chuya would still listen to him in the end.

The crisp and coquettish voice rang in his ears, which reminded Zhong Yuanzhong of what happened last night uncontrollably.

Last night, this person used such a coquettish voice...

"Heh, I'll count to three, if you don't get out, you'll be gone." Although the words were threatening, they matched with slightly red and swollen eyes and a hoarse voice.

In contrast, Zhongyuan Zhongye is the one acting like a baby.

Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes: "This is the leader's order."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Osamu Dazai: "Salary deduction! Then some dark dwarf can't sell that super nice hat!"

Zhongyuanzhong also took a fancy to a hat, the price is very expensive, and this month's salary is added to make up enough money.

"Tsk." Zhong Yuan picked up the red tie with a cold face, flipped his wrist flexibly, and fastened the tie in two or three strokes.

"Thank you—" Osamu Dazai's words got stuck in his throat.

Nakahara Nakaya tightened his tie viciously, and did not let go until Osamu Dazai's face turned completely red.

Nakahara Chuya approached Osamu Dazai: "I'll kill you."

"Hmm, cough, cough..." Dazai bent over and coughed, and he raised his head after a while.

His pale face was stained with a blush, and he looked more popular than usual.

"Yeah. It's a very happy thing to be able to die under Chuya's men. But being strangled to death by your own tie... I still don't like it."

"—and." Osamu Dazai suddenly pushed Chuya Nakahara down on the bed, and squeezed one leg between Chuya Nakahara's legs: "Chuya, you can't bear to part with me."

See, even though he refused to tie him at first, he finally did. Although he kept saying that he was going to kill him, he still didn't kill him.

Nakahara Chuya, that's how he likes him.

The scorching breath instantly turned his face flushed, and Zhongyuan Zhong also froze in place for a moment.

Obviously, she didn't expect Osamu Dazai to be so frivolous.

"In exchange, I'll help Chuya put on the choker." Osamu Dazai tapped the slightly red corners of Zhongya's eyes with his lips.Then he walked out of the room slowly.

In the end, I still did not forget to poke my head out to tease: "There is a saying that goes like this, if you weigh no more than a hundred, you either have a flat chest or—"

Before Osamu Dazai could finish his sentence, he was kicked out of the room by a pillow.

After Osamu Dazai left, Nakahara felt that the air was much fresher. He threw the bandages he had removed from his body into the trash can, took out a pajamas from the closet and changed into it, and opened the curtains.

The soft spring sunshine immediately filled the black room.

Zhong Yuan also washed his face and brushed his teeth, tied his hair loosely with a rubber band, and walked to the dining table for breakfast in pajamas with a pattern of little orange cats printed on it.

The sunshine in the spring morning quickly filled this small home. The furnishings were not expensive but warm enough, and there were well-tended potted plants on the windowsill.

First, he used gravity to clean the dishes that were not washed last night before Nakahara sat down at the table to eat breakfast.

Just as he picked up a small piece of egg white and prepared to put it in his mouth, a sense of powerlessness suddenly hit him.

"Ding!" The silver knife fell on the plate with a crisp sound.

Zhongyuan Zhong also froze in place, his face was covered with black patterns uncontrollably, which was exactly the same as "dirty".

I don't know how long it took, but the powerlessness disappeared, and the black pattern gradually faded away.

To be precise, Chuya Nakahara's abdomen absorbed the black pattern.

"What's going on...?" Zhong Yuanzhong was also in a daze for a while.

The feeling just now was weird, the energy in the whole body surged towards the lower abdomen uncontrollably, and then disappeared.

***

"Drip! We're going to be late by a second! Chuya Chuya!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also pretended to be calm and swiped the access control card at the door, and then walked slowly into the Ganghei building.

This morning, I had a fight with Osamu Dazai in bed, and the strange changes in my body made Nakahara Chuya a little confused.After breakfast, I hurriedly dressed and came to Hong Kong and Hei.

Although the shirt felt a bit too big, Nakahara still ignored it.

——In short, go to Hong Kong and Heilongjiang first.

Zhong Yuanzhong also walked in the building of Ganghei, and someone greeted her from time to time.

"Miss Zhongyuan, your eyes look so red, did you stay up late last night?"

Nakahara Chuya: "...ah, yes, I stayed up late."

"Miss Zhongyuan, your eyes look like you have been crying?"

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

I can't talk anymore today.

Not only that, Zhong Yuanzhong also felt that the Hong Kong gangster employees looked at her strangely, especially when they glanced at her neck.

……neck.

Zhong Yuanzhong also changed his face, and immediately took out a small mirror from his overcoat.

Although the black choker covered a small part of the neck, you could still see the bruises and purple hickeys on the slender and fair neck.

Just one glance can tell the intensity of last night.

Zhongyuan Zhongya stood in front of the special elevator for the high-rise and cursed secretly, and turned up the collar of his shirt to cover the dense hickeys on his neck.

For some considerations, she did not disclose her relationship with Osamu Dazai in Hong Kong.She also doesn't want to make the relationship between Osamu Dazai and her public in Hong Kong, but it's just a relationship where everyone gets what they want, and there's no need to make it known to everyone.

"Ding!" The elevator arrived, Nakahara Nakaya immediately pressed the top floor after entering, she needs to reach Osamu Dazai immediately.

"Please wait!" A voice came from a distance.

Zhong Yuanzhong also stretched out his calf to block the elevator door.

Atsushi Nakajima ran over alone.

"Good morning, Miss Nakahara." Atsushi Nakajima greeted Nakahara Nakaya with a smile, but in the next second, the bright smile on his face disappeared - he saw Nakahara Nakahara wearing a men's shirt.

There are also dense hickeys hidden behind the shirt.

The author has something to say:

At the beginning of the demining, let me talk about my original intention of writing this article.

Jae, the leader of the If line, makes people feel distressed.It is impossible for others to pull him out.

It is impossible for others to know his pain.No one can understand him.

I thought, I can only let him come out by himself.Let him know the pain, and put the truth of the matter cruelly in front of him.

I want to be cruel and determined, to let him come out on his own. ,

"Show no mercy to those in pain"

For this reason, I plan to write a series of articles, all about Dazai, and I will try various methods.Interested little angels can collect them in advance.Click the column to see it.

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