I was touched by Yokohama

Chacha: "...???"

Why did she feel that there were two breathing sounds beside her?Isn't she on the bed in the room?

Could it be that Mr. Chuya and Mr. Dazai are back?

After all the troubles before, even though Chacha didn't care about what happened around her, at this moment, Chacha felt that she probably couldn't sleep anymore.

She slowly opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was the ceiling reflecting the faint light from the window, and then she sat up.

Chacha focused her eyes and saw the scene in front of her clearly.

Sure enough, the breathing sounds of those two different people were not an illusion.

——There were two more people on her bed.

As Chacha sat up from the bed, the two people lying on either side of the bed seemed to be aware of Chacha's waking up.

"Tea...well, Chacha."

Zhong Yuanzhong also lay on the left side of Chacha, with his eyes closed and his body arched, he took a breath, as if he was holding back something, before he opened his eyes, he subconsciously called the girl's name.

Even with the dim light falling from the window, Chacha could still spot Zhongyuan Zhongye's flushed complexion.

"Mr. Chuya?" Chacha hesitantly moved closer, observing his condition, "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

It looked like it was in pain.

"Mr. Chuya?"

"Um...ha..."

Following the girl's bewildered and tentative soft calling, Zhong Yuan Zhong also still gasped for breath, not only did not stop, but became more and more urgent.

Chacha: "... Mr. Chuya?"

Seeing that there was no response from the other party, she thought for a while, a little inconspicuous light appeared on her fingertips, and she was about to treat them, when she suddenly felt dizzy.

"Chuya... sir?"

The black top hat fell on the mattress, and a section of slightly curled ochre-orange hair hung down, making Chacha's face itchy.However, this is not the most important.

——The distance is too close.

Looking at the pair of cobalt blue eyes so close above her, Chacha couldn't help thinking.

So why was he suddenly pressed under Mr. Chuya...

Mr. Nakaya seems to be different from before, those cobalt blue eyes that were originally as clear as the sea, now seem to be suppressed by layers of storms, dark and difficult to see.

"Mr. Chuya, what's the matter with you?" Chacha slightly opened her golden cat eyes and asked in a low voice.

Zhong Yuanzhong also remained silent and did not speak, a struggle flashed across his face, but his face slowly pressed down towards Chacha.

too close.

Chacha tilted her head slightly, and finally couldn't stand it and half closed her eyes, feeling the other party's slight pause, and a soft feather-like kiss landed on her eyelids.

But after this start, Zhongyuan Zhongye couldn't stop.

His lips did not leave, but slowly fell towards the girl's eyebrows, and then moved to the tip of the nose...

The lips of the orange-haired cadre were hot and scorching hot just like his gasping breath at the moment.

Warm and gentle.

As if the girl under him is the most cherished treasure in the world.

Chacha couldn't think of more meanings in it, but a thought suddenly flashed in her mind, feeling that the strong sense of aggression seen in Mr. Nakaya's eyes before did not match his gentle and careful movements now.

Is it a human goodnight kiss?

But anyway, it's still too close...

Just as Chacha was about to push Zhongyuan Zhongye away, a muffled sound suddenly came from the back of Zhongyuan Zhongye's head.

"Bastard Dazai..." Nakahara Chuya seemed to know who did this right away, he gritted his teeth unwillingly and fell down powerlessly.

Chacha was suppressed tightly: "Mr. Chuya...?"

Before Chacha could make a move, Zhong Yuanzhong picked up his collar and pushed it aside.

Chacha turned her head and saw that the desk lamp by the bed was being held by Osamu Dazai, and Osamu Dazai was propping up his upper body slightly, blinking his kite-colored eyes innocently.

"Oh, I accidentally smashed the desk lamp of the little dwarf's house."

Saying that, Osamu Dazai poured it on Chacha, and squeezed Chuya Nakahara almost to the edge of the bed.

Nakahara Zhongye's eyelids trembled twice, his brows kept furrowed. Obviously, with his physique, it was not so easy for him to faint. In addition, he was still suffering from the effect of the strong spring medicine on his body, and he would wake up in a short time. .

Osamu Dazai clicked his tongue: "The little black dwarf really looks like a cockroach that can't be killed. I think it's the young lady's idea to let it go once and for all."

Seeing Osamu Dazai's eager expression, Chacha said helplessly, "Mr. Dazai, stop joking."

Osamu Dazai, who couldn't do anything, sighed regretfully, hugged Chacha and rubbed him affectionately, as if he was weak and weak and could only lean on her body.

"Miss is really protecting that slimy slug."

"Miss, don't you want to look at me?"

He spoke coquettishly, his sweet voice mixed with faint panting.

He didn't hide it either, Chacha could almost feel his scorching temperature against her body through two thin layers of clothing, as well as his breath around her ear.

Chacha tried her best to turn her face sideways, and she could see the boy's short curly and fluffy black hair brushing against her cheeks, and the pair of kite-colored eyes were deep in color, but shone with lustrous water.

"Oh...it's too hot, I can't stand it, miss." He whispered into her ear softly.

"Miss, ma'am..."

Cha Cha: "..."

I don't know why, but I always feel that if this kind of scene continues, it will get out of hand.

"Mr. Dazai, if you feel unwell, do you need me to treat you?" After a few seconds, she asked in a low voice.

"Eh——Miss can heal?" Osamu Dazai half-opened his eyes and drew the end of his voice, "Um...ha... But, even if Miss can really heal, I will..."

also what?

Chacha blinked her cat eyes curiously and looked at him, before she had time to ask, the soft, hot and thin lips that belonged to a teenager brushed her cheek as if inadvertently.

Chacha thought it was just an accident, but then, Dazai Osamu didn't stop, and landed on the corner of the girl's mouth.

No, this can't be considered unintentional.

Chacha stared at Osamu Dazai with wide eyes.

"Mr. Dazai, you..."

She suddenly got stuck.

Because the corner of her mouth was licked lightly.

There is nothing wrong with the feeling of the warm tip of the tongue flexibly sweeping across.

And the black-haired, kite-eyed boy lazily clung to Chacha's body, raised the corners of his mouth, and smiled like a cat stealing fish.

Cunning and seemingly innocent.

Even if it's something obvious, when people look at this face, they can't help but wonder if they have wronged him.

"...Mr. Dazai, it's too much." Chacha's small face gradually recovered its expressionless expression, and her voice was calm and soft to complain.

"However, Chuya also kissed the miss..."

Osamu Dazai raised his brows, and the end of his eyes was pink like peach blossoms, and the iris-colored eyes were covered with a thin layer of water because of some kind of desire that had to be suppressed temporarily.

"These are nothing...Actually, I want to do something worse than this to Miss."

Chacha: "...But Mr. Dazai, he didn't get my permission."

She couldn't be sure what Osamu Dazai was referring to, but she could vaguely sense the distance crossing the line.

This [distance] does not refer to the pure spatial distance, but the invisible line that Chacha draws between herself and everyone else.

Anyway, don't get any closer.

Thinking of this, Chacha lightly glanced at Zhongya Zhongya who was still awake.

The same is true for Mr. Nakaya. If Mr. Dazai hadn't made Mr. Nakaya suddenly fall into a coma, Chacha would have said these words to Nakahara Chuya.

Mr. Dazai and Mr. Nakaya today are very wrong.

Thinking of this, Chacha couldn't help but glanced at Zhongyuan Zhongye, revealing a thoughtful expression.

I'm afraid, this something is wrong, it must have something to do with the "strong spring medicine".Sure enough, you shouldn't believe what Mr. Chuya and Mr. Dazai said about "it's okay".

Under the slightly dim light, Nakahara Chuya's eyelids moved, and gradually showed signs of opening.

"Eh—it's because I didn't get permission, so..." Dazai Osamu, who was watching the snow-haired girl, narrowed his eyes slightly, "Is it okay if I get permission?"

"Well, well... I'm having a hard time right now."

"So, miss, huh... can you help me?"