Miss Izumi

When Chuya Nakahara came home, Izumi was sitting on the sofa watching TV with his knees hugged, and he looked like a fluffy ball.

He had finished washing, and he was dressed in fluffy clothes—the rabbit home clothes that Alice picked out, the kind with ears on the hat and tails behind the buttocks, it is said.

It was the first time Quan saw this kind of clothes. The fluff was warm and comfortable to the touch, so he put it on after showering and drying his hair, and even put on a hat.

Interestingly, the show he watched was...cartoon.

"..." Didn't expect the little bastard to be quite childlike?

Quan's explanation for this is that he can basically guess how the plot develops after watching the TV series at a glance.

Moreover, he can't help substituting reality for live-action TV dramas, and he can't help but use his own standards to demand the actors in TV dramas. Often, after watching the TV dramas for a long time, he will complain about "the protagonist is too stupid", "the villain forcibly lowers his intelligence", "why In this way, we can turn things around"...waiting for other reasons to abandon the drama.

On the contrary, cartoons are a bit unpredictable for him-because he thinks about some things too complicated, so that he can't guess the follow-up development seven or eight times out of ten, which feels quite strange.Furthermore, the characters are all cartoon characters, for him it is as if the animation has come to life, which is more interesting than real people.

"Like children's stuff? Take you to the amusement park tomorrow?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also sat down next to him, stretched out his hand and moved the fluffy rabbit's head, and felt that the hand felt good, so he moved it a few more times.

Quan's head was shaking from side to side after being rubbed by him, and the wide hat slid down to cover most of his face, leaving only a delicate and small chin.

But he is very strong, and Quan's slight resistance seems to him to be like a milk cat waving its paw, which is painless, effortless, and easily suppressed.

Quan was tired from thumping, so he just put his weight on him and picked a comfortable position, so he couldn't get up anymore.

"Are you not going to work tomorrow?"

"I'm going to go on a long-distance business trip. It may take a long time, so the leader gave me a day off." Zhong Yuanzhong also held him in his arms, resting his chin on his head, and watched cartoons with him.

"Eh? So, after that, I will be the only one at home for a long time?"

"...Why are you so excited?"

"No way!"

"Look in the mirror, your mouth almost reaches your ears, and you still say you're not excited?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also grabbed his face angrily, and pulled him to the sides like pulling dough: "You just expect me to leave like this? What bad things are you planning to do?"

Quan grabbed his hand and said inarticulately: "What do you mean by preparing to do something bad... Can't you think of me ordering something good?"

"Then tell me, why are you so happy?"

"The boss is not at home. As a wage earner, I don't have to work in fear. When I relax, I will be happy!"

Zhong Yuanzhong was about to be laughed out of anger, this little heartless thing.

"Since when did your boss treat you harshly, huh?"

"My boss didn't treat me harshly, but..." Quan squinted his eyes, gave his creditor and boss a meaningful look, and said, "He just has some malicious intentions."

As soon as he finished speaking, he tilted his head, just revealing the faint red mark on his neck.

"...cough." Zhong Yuan choked on his own saliva.

Even if the topic is over here, neither of them will bring it up again.

Izumi nestled comfortably in Nakahara Nakaya's arms, treating his "boss" as a self-adjusting ergonomic seat, and continued watching his cartoons.

Under special circumstances, when Quan is concentrating on something, basically no movement can affect him, and often one posture can last for half a day.If it weren't for his eyes still blinking, people would even think he was an exquisite doll.

Nakahara Zhong, who was backing Quan, also had mixed feelings.

His attraction to Quan is not as strong as in cartoons? ? ?

Or, this little bastard is already familiar with the way of getting along with him, and after he feels that he will not pose a threat to him, he has no fear?

嘶

After this kind of thought arises, it has been lingering in my heart, and I can't shake it off for a long time.

Zhong Yuanzhong, who did not believe in evil, also started his own temptation.

"Hey, Quan?"

Quan, whose reaction was several beats slower, said lightly, "Huh?"

"Tomorrow is a rare vacation, is there any place you want to go?"

"No."

"..."

"Really?" Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't help but increase his tone, "I seemed to promise a certain guy before that I would take him to eat cake after he was discharged from the hospital..."

Quan immediately changed his words: "If you already have a plan, then I will listen to you!"

"..." Very good, the cake is more attractive than him.

The depressed Zhong Yuanzhong stopped talking.

Just at this time, the TV program entered the advertising stage, and Quan finally managed to find a way to appease his boss.

"Take advantage of this time to tell me about your plans for tomorrow?"

"Take advantage of this time"... as if he was just passing by.

Zhong Yuanzhong also snorted.

At this moment, the roles seem to have been reversed, and Liquan is no longer in Zhongyuan Zhong.

Quan blinked his eyes, not worried at all that he would not be able to coax people back.

He grabbed Nakahara Chuya's neck with his backhand, hooked his head off, lifted his chin, and his lips touched the corner of his mouth.

"do not be angry."

Izumi looked up at Nakahara Chuya just like that, his dark eyes were like two small mirrors, clearly reflecting his figure.

The strange thing is that Zhongyuan Zhong also looked into those eyes and was really appeased.

Of course, he himself did not admit it: "Who said I was angry?"

"Hmm...then why don't you smile?" Quan took advantage of the situation and made such a request to him.

After listening, Nakahara Chuya raised his eyebrows and said, "I will laugh if you tell me to laugh? Who is the boss?"

"Then how can you be happy?" Quan said with a troubled look on his face, "Shall I drink with you?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also didn't understand the deep meaning contained in it at first, rolled his eyes and said: "Come on, with your little drink..."

But as he was talking, he suddenly remembered what he said to Quan when he was in the private room of the bar: ... the most important thing to accompany a drink is to make the guests happy. , If I say, if you don't drink this little wine, you will make me unhappy, will you drink it? ...

Why did Quan suddenly bring this up?

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at him, and suddenly felt a little subtle.

"Why?" He lowered his head slightly, the light cast into his eyes became less, and those eyes looked deeper than before.

"Aren't you afraid of hot wine this time?"

"Then you can drink sweet juice for me like last time." Quan put his arms around his neck, "After all..."

He dragged his voice for a long time, then suddenly smiled slyly and said, "You are a good person."

nice guy?

Zhongyuan Zhong also narrowed his eyes dangerously, suddenly got into trouble, pushed Quan onto the sofa, and looked down at him.

"Do you still think I'm a good person?"

Quan looked at him calmly, without any change in the expression on his face.

"If you weren't a good man, maybe I would have been hiding far away."

Nakahara Chuya: "..." Tsk, boring.

He turned over and sat back to his original position, Quan slowly got up and lay on his lap.

Seeing him take out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, Quan couldn't help leaning over and asking, "Wine is spicy, but what does cigarettes taste like?"

"Choking."

Zhong Yuanzhong also casually said something perfunctory, and then took out the lighter.He was about to light a cigarette, and Quan next to him held his chin and said casually: "This lighter is a bit like the lighter that burned Mr. Shanjing's rose before."

"...cough!" Before the cigarette was lit, Zhong Yuanzhong was choked, but it was his own saliva.

Izumi acted as if he didn't notice his abnormality, and continued on his own: "But it should be just a coincidence, after all, Mr. Nakaya wouldn't be a wretched stalker like Sanjing, would he?"

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

"Speaking of which..." Izumi frowned slightly, as if recalling something, "Think carefully, why does Mr. Chuya catch up with me every time I encounter a crisis? Mr. Chuya's ability is obviously Gravity is not crisis prediction or teleportation, is it? How can it be such a coincidence that it catches up every time..."

Chuya Nakahara, expressionless: "..."

On purpose?He couldn't believe that this guy really didn't find anything.

Even if he really didn't find it, it would only be the innocent and innocent little white rabbit who regarded him as the "Patron Saint" after amnesia.Instead of the steel-toothed little black rabbit who has rich experience and can speak and act.

"Ah! I understand!" Quan suddenly realized, he clenched his right hand and tapped on his palm, "So Mr. Nakaya is also perverted to follow..."

"Smelly brat, dare to open a dyeing workshop if I give you some color?!"

Before Quan could say "perverted stalker", Zhong Yuanzhong directly imposed "sanctions" on him.With a strangled arm, he strangled his neck—of course, it was at the level of playfulness, without too much force—threat: "You try to make me angry again?"

Quan was not afraid at all, and put his hands on his forearm, as if it was not enough, and continued to pluck Nakahara Chuya's nerves: "Eh? What am I wrong? Isn't Mr. Nakaya following me? No... I take the subway to and from work every day, and Mr. Nakaya also follows me, right? Hey, tell me, did you secretly take pictures of my skirts like the private detective murderer before?"

Nakahara Chuya: "..." Would he do such a shameless thing? !

Even though he knew that the little bastard said it on purpose to provoke him, Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't help but get angry, the veins on his forehead popped up, and his back molars creaked.

"Hey, hey, wait a minute! Hahaha...don't, don't tickle me! Hahahaha..."

Quan's resistance was easily suppressed.

At first he was able to hop around to avoid the hands that were tickling him, but after a while, he lost his strength—just like a fish that jumped to the shore desperately.

He laughed so hard that his eyes were full of tears, he was out of breath, and he couldn't even utter the words to beg for mercy, so he could only shake his head.

Feeling that the lesson was almost done, Zhong Yuanzhong also snorted, stopped his hands and looked down at him, and said, "Do you admit your mistake?"

"Wrong...I admit it..." Quan was out of breath, his chest heaving violently.

For a moment, only his panting could be heard in the quiet room.

Quan's eyes were blurred by tears, and he only knew that a figure as dazzling as a flame was approaching him.

He closed his eyes subconsciously, and the tears that squeezed out of his eyes slid down from the corners of his eyes, but were gently wiped away by a warm, rough fingertip.

But for some reason, the tears became more and more, like a string of broken beads, one after another, dripping down unstoppably.

"why cry?"

"You bit me."

"Liar liar."