I was touched by Yokohama

"Ha...Miss...Miss, will you help me?"

Osamu Dazai's handsome face was smudged with a large swath of bright blush, and the hot air in his breath could almost heat up one's heart. It's a pity that what was in front of him was Chacha, so even in the face of such a tempting scene, the scene It still didn't slide directly into an out-of-control direction.

But even so, the current situation is not so good.

Chacha looked at Osamu Dazai who was entangled with her and refused to get off, and sighed helplessly: "How can Mr. Dazai want me to help you?"

No matter how I think about it, this situation can only be solved by using her healing ability.

"Well... If Miss helps me like this, then I believe that it will soon... Ha, it will be all right."

Chacha felt that the wrist of one of her hands was gently grasped, and then slowly led downward.

"haha a……"

Osamu Dazai gasped a few times, then curled up the corners of his mouth, and smiled lightly, the corners of his eyes and brows were bright and charming, like a flower blooming in the darkness in a trance, exuding a breath of depravity for no reason.

"If it is in the hands of the young lady... I will definitely not be able to bear it..."

He is trying to lure the girl into hell with him.

Or a paradise of pleasure.

However, when he was about to touch it, Chacha suddenly grabbed Dazai Osamu's hand and forcibly stopped.

"Mr. Dazai, you are sick."

"...Yes."

Osamu Dazai closed his eyelids slightly to hide the almost irresistible desire for aggression in his eyes, with short fluffy and curly black hair on both sides of his cheeks, he looked like a well-behaved and harmless little animal that was enduring the irresistible pain in his body. The upsurge is particularly pitiful.

"I'm hopeless...then, is Miss willing to save me?"

Chacha was startled for a moment.

She didn't let go of Dazai's hand, but lowered her eyes and thought for a while, and slowly intertwined with Dazai's fingers.

Osamu Dazai opened his eyes suddenly, with an undisguised surprise: "Miss?"

"I heard that if you hold hands like this, you will feel more at ease." The little girl with snow-haired blond eyes tilted her head. Even in the dim light, her eyes still couldn't hide the brilliant and gorgeous colors.

"If it's Mr. Dazai, I'll go and save him."

"So, in this way, does Mr. Dazai feel at ease?"

"..."

Osamu Dazai was silent for a while, something seemed to flash in his kite-colored eyes.

He rubbed against the girl's snow-white neck. From this distance, he could clearly smell the faint and cool scent of Chacha.

But it also seems to have a hint of irresistible sweetness, addictively wanting to possess more.

Just like the girl herself.

Chacha blinked: "Mr. Dazai?"

She tilted her head slightly, her clear and bright cat eyes reflected his shadow, and there was undisguised concern inside: "Mr. Dazai"

"Well, that's why, the miss is really too foul, obviously wanting to eat the miss..."

"Mr. Dazai?" Chacha wanted to see his expression clearly, but his eyes were covered by his hands.

"Let's let the lady go this time, but under the circumstances, it shouldn't be too much to ask for some interest."

Osamu Dazai whispered in the girl's ear, with a sweet ending, like a child who is unwillingly begging for candy.

Chacha was puzzled: "...?"

Before she could ask anything, she was bitten gently on the neck near the collarbone.

But then, the touch of the tip of the tongue was like a few soothing and careful swipes.

The girl's eyelashes trembled, and her eyebrows frowned unconsciously, but Osamu Dazai grasped the speed quite well. Before Chacha clearly objected, he let go of her, and returned to the harmless appearance before, hugging Chacha with her hands. The furry black head rubbed against her cheek, moaning and moaning, with a very uncomfortable but patient look, both pitiful and innocent.

Cha Cha: "..."

Well, how to put it is also because of the "strong spring medicine".

"Bastard mackerel..." On the other side, Nakahara Nakaya, who was about to fall off the bed because of Osamu Dazai's bad intentions, finally woke up slowly, sat up with gritted teeth, clenched his fists, and his cobalt blue pupils were burning with flames.

Sure enough, that guy didn't do anything good!

"Hey—the little dwarf is awake." Osamu Dazai said lightly, not knowing the word guilt at all.

"I don't wake up, what do you want to do to Chacha!" Zhongyuan Zhongya saw Chacha's slightly loose collar at a glance, and Dazai Osamu's embarrassed appearance, "Get off her, you bastard!"

Then Chacha watched the two fight on her bed inexplicably.

By the way—why are you fighting again?

Chacha sighed deeply, fell back on the bed, and sank into the soft bedding.

Anyway, it should be fine in a while.

She'd better sleep.

In a daze, I felt the violent vibration of the bed gradually quiet down, Chacha was a little surprised, this time it was over so quickly?

She slowly opened her eyes, and what she saw was Zhongyuan Zhongya lying beside her, panting violently.

So is Osamu Dazai.

The two of them were on one side, trapping Chacha tightly.

There is no way, the body has been poisoned with the medicine of spring, even if they don't like each other at this time, they don't have the heart to fight anymore, so they can only make peace for the time being.

Zhong Yuanzhong also suppressed the anger of being knocked into a coma, and the heat on his body still showed no sign of receding. He closed his eyes patiently, panting lowly while his face was flushed, and stretched out his hand to casually pull the hair on his neck. choker.

"Mr. Chuya was strangled very hard?"

Chacha observed for a while, and suddenly asked softly.

Zhong Yuanzhong also nodded subconsciously, but paused again, looking at Chacha.

He suddenly had an idea, and said in a strange way: "Would Chacha help me take this off? I can't see clearly."

Chacha didn't hesitate: "Okay, Mr. Chuya, come closer."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't help but feel annoyed, and his conscience asked him how he could deceive the girl, but when he heard Chacha's affirmative answer, he had to admit that he couldn't restrain his secret joy.

And Dazai Osamu's expression that seemed to be a smile but not a smile made Nakahara Chuya even more ashamed and annoyed.

That guy has the nerve to use such eyes!Sooner or later, throw this innocuous mackerel into the sea in the port!

Zhongyuan Zhong also tried his best to ignore the disgusting expression of the mackerel, and took a deep breath to calm his heartbeat.

Actually, I just asked Chacha to help me pick up the choker, it doesn't matter...

Tell yourself this way, the body of the orange-haired cadre has already leaned over very consciously.

Chacha didn't expect to just take down a choker, and Zhong Yuanzhong had already thought so much in a few words.She didn't reject Nakahara Chuya's reasons, one is because he seems to want to pull this off, but he still hasn't pulled it off after a few times, and the other is... Chacha is quite interested in this.

On the way home with Zhongya Zhongye, Chacha was watching his choker.

Chacha stretched out her hand, and lightly touched his neck with her fingertips.

Nakahara Chuya's Adam's Apple rolled slightly.

The lines of his neck are smooth, and the pure black leather choker is close to the bare white skin, which is the ultimate black and white color. Chacha's fingertips hooked Nakahara Chuya's choker, and the fingertips inadvertently brushed his Adam's apple.

Nakahara Chuya's body was slightly tense, as if he didn't dare to relax at all, and his clear blue eyes were covered with a layer of water.

He bit the tip of his tongue, trying his best to stay awake under the effect of the medicine, so as not to make a sound, but after the other party curiously touched his adam's apple that was rolling when he swallowed, he couldn't help but broke his work.

A low, hoarse moan escaped from his throat.

Chacha hesitated for a moment: "Mr. Chuya?"

"It's okay..." Zhong Yuanzhong also knew that Chacha was afraid of making him uncomfortable during the process of removing the choker, but the fact was just the opposite.

It's just that in the process of enduring not letting Chacha know, this burning and numb feeling seems to have turned into a different kind of sweetness.

Just waiting for desire to burn him out, and the girl's touch is both rain and fire.

"Miss, don't worry about the slug, just pull that ugly black thing off his neck, the little dwarf might like to be treated roughly." Osamu Dazai pouted, resting his chin on Chacha's shoulder, encouraging , like a treacherous concubine blowing pillow wind.

Chuya Nakahara, who was trying to suppress his restlessness: "Shut up, mackerel!"

Chacha: "...No, I don't think anyone likes to be treated roughly."

"No, no, there are many perverts in this world who like to be treated roughly, miss, don't be fooled by their sanctimonious appearance."

"You're the out-and-out pervert!" Zhong Yuan finally roared angrily.

"Hey - I'm not a pervert, is the perverted slug trying to pin the blame on me?"

Cha Cha: "..."

She wisely didn't get involved, but helped Zhong Yuan Zhongya remove the choker completely.

"Mr. Nakaya, wearing a choker is very suitable." Chacha looked down at the choker in her hand, and said seriously, "It looks good."

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked up, and saw the pure black choker hooked on the girl's fingertips, and she was tilting her head to look carefully, her small face was serious and serious, as if she was observing a difficult problem.

This kind of focused eyes made Zhongyuan Zhongye's heart tremble uncontrollably suddenly, and the roots of his ears, which were already hot enough, seemed to have a tendency to heat up again.

Osamu Dazai began to grab Chacha's attention again: "Miss, if you want to see a choker, I can also wear it, miss~ Do you want to help me choose?"

Zhongyuan Zhong couldn't bear it anymore, and a red light appeared all over his body: "Enough is enough, you bastard! It's just too disgusting!"

Seeing that the fight was about to start for the nth time, there was a knock on the door suddenly.

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned, and stopped his movements: "It's so late, who is here?"

Logically speaking, unless there is an extremely critical emergency task at this time, who would dare to disturb the Hong Kong black cadres?Or use the method of knocking on the door?

And a few days ago, I just finished solving a few thoughtful organizations. As far as Zhong Yuan knew, there were no very important tasks recently.

Osamu Dazai also narrowed his eyes, thoughtfully.