I was touched by Yokohama

Zhong Yuan Zhong also held the wine glass, heard the sound of Cha Cha, and looked at her suspiciously.

Chacha's eyes fell on the glass of wine she drank: "Mr. Chuya, that has added medicine, it's better not to drink it..."

Speaking of this, Chacha paused, and tapped his head a little annoyed. He had already drank it, and it seemed too late to say anything at this time.

She obviously planned to try it herself first!

"Added medicine?" Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at the undisturbed red wine in the glass, showing a look of astonishment and doubt, "What medicine?"

He didn't doubt what Chacha said, but he didn't think it was poison, and he didn't realize the seriousness of the matter.

However, when Osamu Dazai heard the word "medicine" that Chacha said, he reacted first, and his face became gloomy.

"Is the medicine that the lady added to the wine the kind of medicine you mentioned earlier?"

Chacha nodded.

Osamu Dazai's face was even more ugly, he stared at the wine with a cloudy and uncertain face, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Hey mackerel, what kind of medicine did you talk to Chacha about?" Zhongyuan Zhong also felt that something was wrong.

Osamu Dazai sneered, and there was dark malice in his iris-colored eyes: "Didn't the little dwarf feel it?"

"The slimy slug should hurry up and kill himself. If he wants to do something to the young lady and tarnish the weak and pure white lady, he should simply apologize with death."

"Ha." Nakahara stared at Osamu Dazai who was inexplicably full of malice, "How can I feel? And what the hell are you talking about?"

"Mr. Chuya, do you feel uncomfortable?" Chacha asked with concern.

Zhong Yuanzhong also paused, and after feeling his body carefully, he found that apart from the slight dryness and heat, there was no other feeling like the typical feeling of dizziness and suffocation after taking the medicine.

"Chacha, did you make a mistake? Or that medicine doesn't really work?"

Zhong Yuanzhong is also convinced that there is nothing wrong with him.

Chacha picked up the opened wine bottle on the table, there was still more than half of the bottle of red wine in it.

"No." Chacha shook the wine bottle and said very confidently, "There is no mistake."

In fact, it is not so much a medicine as it is to put a "strong spring medicine" effect buff on the red wine. There is no need to add it directly to the wine. The wine bottle successfully applied this buff to the red wine.

But now, the buff marked "Strong Spring Medicine" is still clearly set on the red wine bottle, which cannot be seen by others, but it is very clear in Chacha's vision.

Chacha sighed: "Mr. Chuya, you really don't feel that there is something on you..." Is something wrong?

However, before he finished speaking, a hand suddenly lay across Chacha's eyes, snatching the red wine bottle from her hand with lightning speed.

"Mr. Dazai...?"

Chacha was stunned for a moment, and saw that Osamu Dazai had already drank more than half of the bottle of red wine in the blink of an eye.

"Mr. Dazai!"

Chacha tiptoed to snatch the red wine bottle from Osamu Dazai, but Dazai dodged it flexibly in various ways. The other party seemed determined to drink the bottle of red wine. There is only a little red wine left in the bottle.

"Mackerel, why are you crazy?!"

Nakahara couldn't figure out what was going on, he stared at Osamu Dazai hesitantly, "What exactly are you trying to do?"

Because he drank too much red wine in one breath, Osamu Dazai raised his hand to his mouth and hiccupped. He glanced at Nakahara Nakaya and clicked his tongue, full of contempt and ridicule, "The brainless slug hasn't realized what it is yet. medicine?"

"What...?" Zhong Yuanzhong was also startled, and then heard Chacha speak helplessly.

"It's the 'Strong Spring Medicine', Dazai-san, and Nakaya-san, it's fine if you inadvertently drank it. Why do you rush to drink it all at once when you know what it is?"

"Because I have a cold, miss," Dazai Osamu said with a smile, extraordinarily confident and well-founded, "Isn't it natural to take medicine when you're sick?"

Chacha: "I see."

"Huh? Chacha, don't believe this guy's nonsense!" Zhongya Nakahara finally recovered from the shock, and immediately pierced Osamu Dazai who was pretending, "Who would take spring when they have a cold... that kind of medicine !"

Osamu Dazai: "Tch."

"So Mr. Dazai is lying to me?" Chacha was thoughtful.

"That's right!"

"No, miss." Dazai Osamu leaned on the sofa, looking very weak, "My cold can only be cured with that kind of medicine now."

The girl with snow-haired golden eyes showed hesitation: "Is that so?"

Osamu Dazai nodded cheerfully: "That's right, that's right~"

Seeing that Osamu Dazai was still trying to deceive the girl without a bottom line, Nakahara Chuya's fists creaked and he showed a ferocious smile: "I have never heard of this kind of saying, should I give it to the girl in a few days?" Fill a bucket of aphrodisiacs and throw you into the mackerel pile in the port?"

Osamu Dazai made a disgusted voice: "No! Only the medicine given by the lady herself will be effective for my cold."

Chacha: "...But this is not the medicine I gave myself, Mr. Dazai."

"It's not important, as long as the lady is here." Osamu Dazai waved his hand, said nonchalantly, and raised the corners of his mouth again.

"Miss, do you want to experience the effect of this medicine for yourself?"

Chacha: "Huh?"

Nakahara Chuya: "... bastard mackerel!!!"

Immediately afterwards, there was another jingle and clang, and Chacha watched the two of them fight again with a slumped face, and sighed a little vicissitudes.

"Why did it suddenly start fighting again? It's strange, isn't it?" Chacha lowered her head and said to the three-flowered cat who came to her feet.

"Meow." The Sanhuamao, who watched the whole process silently from the sidelines, flicked the tip of its tail, pretending not to understand Chacha's words.

What does the boy's Shura field have to do with his cat?

Chacha is watching that the two of them will not be able to reach a result for a while, but looking at the current state of Nakahara Nakaya and Dazai Osamu who can still fight, probably that bottle of red wine with "strong spring medicine" is at least the current negative The effect is not too strong.

So Chacha began to concentrate on eating the bowl of ochazuke that she hadn't touched in time.

If you don't eat it, it will soak for too long.

The white rice is soaked in the crystal light honey-colored juice, exuding an attractive aroma. On the top of the stack of rice, a sweet and sour plum is placed on top.Chacha scooped up a spoonful and put it into her mouth, then narrowed her cat's eyes in satisfaction.

The human boy who was thinking about ochazuke was right, ochazuke was delicious.

Mr. Nakaya's craftsmanship is much better than expected.Chacha doesn't pay much attention, but it doesn't mean that he doesn't know that the wages of Hong Kong black cadres are very high, and given the busyness of cadres, I am afraid that no one will cook in person.But Mr. Nakaya is obviously not the first time to make food by himself.

What Chacha didn't know was that it was naturally not the first time for Zhongyuan Zhongya to cook by himself. If he hadn't done it, it would be absolutely impossible for Chacha to be invited to eat this chazuke today.

If it blows up the kitchen while doing it, that's too bad.

Chacha quickly finished the bowl of chazuke rice, like a leisurely cat who has eaten enough.

"Hey, miss, don't you care about us who have been drugged?" Dazai Osamu pretended to be sad.

Chacha remained expressionless: "I've been watching."

It's just watching while eating chazuke.

"Miss, it hurts so much." Osamu Dazai drew his voice, and put his head on Chacha's neck like a baby, rubbing back and forth.

Chuya Nakahara and Osamu Dazai have already finished the fight. Dazai Osamu's mind is indeed almost terrifying, but in the case of one-on-one with Nakahara Nakaya, and Nakahara Nakaya knows the nature of this mackerel. Don't talk nonsense and start beating directly, even if the gravity manipulation is eliminated by the human disqualification, Chuya Nakahara's Taijutsu can still beat Osamu Dazai.

But Osamu Dazai is not that weak, his agility and flexibility are extremely high, and Nakahara Chu didn't let go of the beating at his own home. In fact, it is impossible to be as painful as Osamu Dazai showed.

However, this bandage can't stand it. It's good enough for drama.

"Miss, it hurts so much." Dazai Osamu's voice was as soft as honey, sweet and wronged, and his fluffy hair rubbed against Chacha's neck, "It hurts and it's hot."

"Mr. Dazai?" Chacha sensed something was wrong.

"It's very hot." Osamu Dazai whispered softly, his breath fell scorchingly on the skin of Chacha's neck, and Chacha's eyelashes trembled slightly.

"Mr. Dazai..."

In the next second, the black-haired, kite-eyed boy who was rubbing beside Chacha was mercilessly picked up.

"Mr. Chuya?" Chacha looked up.

"Ah." Zhong Yuanzhong also responded and paused, "This bastard is sick, so don't pay attention to what he said."

"Yeah." Chacha blinked, but found that Nakahara Chuya's face seemed a little redder than before.

"Mr. Chuya, are you hot too?" She asked suspiciously.

"...Fortunately, it's a little." Zhong Yuanzhong also coughed a few times, his cobalt blue eyes dodged a little, and he didn't meet Chacha's gaze.

Chacha could hear that his voice was a little strangely hoarse.

"Mr. Nakaya, is there a big problem with that medicine?"

Chacha did not forget the bottle of wine buffed with "Strong Spring Medicine" that Nakahara Chuya and Dazai Osamu drank. Seeing that neither of them had any unnecessary reactions before, Chacha thought that there was something wrong with the system made by Bailan. Now it seems that it is not without any effect.

Nakahara Chuya: "It's okay, don't worry, it should be fine after a while."

Zhong Yuanzhong can also feel a little hot on his body, but his reason is very clear, this level is completely tolerable, presumably what was added to the wine was not some strong aphrodisiac.

"Hey, just let the little man huddle in a corner and endure it alone," Osamu Dazai protested, "I really need—Miss' comfort."

Nakahara Chuya: "..." Veins popped up on his forehead.

Dirty mackerel!

"Mr. Zhongye, why don't you go to the hospital?" Seeing Zhongyuan Zhongye's slightly distorted expression, Chacha couldn't help but make a suggestion.

"No, don't worry." Nakahara said, "The medicine should only have a slight effect. This guy is also pretending. Don't be fooled by him."

Osamu Dazai struggled a few times, but it was a pity that Zhong Yuanzhong would never allow Chacha to be entangled by Osamu Dazai in this state.

"I'll throw this mackerel out first, you stay at home for a while." Zhong Yuanzhong also took a deep breath and said to Chacha.

He didn't dare to stay in the girl's gaze any longer.

At any rate, you have to wait until most of the effects of the medicine wear off.

"You want to throw me out and leave Miss alone in your own place, what a scheming slug." Osamu Dazai snorted, his tone sarcasm, his eyes dimmed, "The slug wants to do bad things behind people's backs Is it? It is impossible to want to monopolize the lovely young lady."

Zhong Yuanzhong was also strangely silent for a moment, his ears blushing: "...what are you talking about, bastard!!!"

"Heh, slug dare to say that he didn't think about anything?" Dazai Osamu continued to sneer, "Miss, don't look at some people who pretend to be serious on the surface, but in fact they may be full of rubbish in their minds."

"Huh? Are you qualified to say me?"

"Miss, look quickly, the slimy and disgusting slug admits it."

Cha Cha: "..."

Zhongyuan Zhong finally roared angrily: "Even if I can't, you mackerel will never touch a finger of Chacha today!!"

Osamu Dazai: "...tsk."

The Sanhuamao passing by glanced at the two Hong Kong and black cadres who had lost both, lying down next to the coffee table.

Well, it's good for him to watch the theater as an old man.

"Are you arguing who am I staying with?" Chacha, who had been thinking about the properties of the medicine, finally understood a little bit, and blinked her beautiful golden eyes like jewels in a little confusion.

She picked up the three-flowered cat that was lying leisurely on the side of the coffee table.

"It's fine for me to stay with Mao Mao." The snow-haired girl slightly curved her mouth, showing a shallow and clean smile.

The three-flowered cat who was caught off guard and pulled into the Shura field: "..."

Nakahara Chuya, who was inexplicably disappointed: "...Yeah, it's okay."

Osamu Dazai's cheeks bulged slightly: "Hey—Miss, am I not cuter than that cat? And I can do much more than that cat~"

As he said that, he even winked towards Chacha rather shamelessly.

It seems that he really wants to take the place of the three-colored cat.

Chacha: "Mr. Dazai is already very cute."

But now she hopes that this quarrel can stop for a while.

Chacha quietly stroked the fur of the Sanhua cat, and yawned softly, the cat's eyes were full of tiredness.Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuya over there did not know what kind of agreement they had reached, and the atmosphere went out of the door in an unharmonious manner.

Chacha glanced at the direction of the door in confusion, and she was sure that the two of them hadn't gone far, but upholding the principle of respecting privacy, of course, the most important thing was that she had no curiosity for the time being, so she continued to stroke the Sanhuamao's fur without going Look at the door to see what's going on.

Sanhuamao: What else is going on, continue to repair the field.

"I'm sleepy..." I've always wanted to touch the fluffy and warm cat, but I finally managed to hold it in my arms and rub it casually. Chacha, who was leaning on the sofa, resisted the urge to become a little white cat, and whispered Talk to yourself, slowly close your eyes.

Sounds... All kinds of desires, chattering in my head, it's too loud...

"Meow." The Sanhuamao, who was hugged by the girl and would not let go, felt a little helpless, and stepped on her legs with its paws.

Sleeping on the sofa on a rainy day may catch a cold.

"Hmm." Chacha slowly opened her golden eyes, as if she knew what Sanhuamao meant, said thank you politely, and then slowly walked into the room where she slept in Zhongye's house in Zhongyuan last time.

The long snow-colored curly hair was scattered on the sheet, and Chacha's body sank into the soft mattress. She exhaled lightly and closed her eyes again.

Inexplicably, it seems that I am not so sleepy anymore, but with my eyes closed, my consciousness is very clear.This kind of situation is not uncommon for Chacha, just when she thought that Bailan had used some means to let the phantoms of the world cross into her dream again, but she was slightly stunned when she saw the scene in front of her, and denied her previous guess.

In front of her, there was a ball of light floating.

It's hard to tell what the color of the light is like, it's like the aggregation of several different colors, but the color formed is very pure.The state of the light is also a bit strange, like flames and mist, it can't even be said that it is a ball of light.

Chacha stared at it for a while, but stood there without moving.

A seductive voice sounded: [Don't you want to see me clearly? 】

Chacha replied honestly: "Not too much."

【why? 】

Chacha thought for a while, showing a slightly unhappy expression.

"Because, you remind me of 'book'."