Yokohama diva, sultry online

"Huadi, it's not gorgeous to hug him for my uncle."

Atobe Keigo’s expression is beyond normal language. He looked at Nakahara Chuya, who was drunk, and knew to put away the school uniform jacket that showed his identity. Otherwise, Nakahara Chuya would have to report criticism tomorrow. .

Even if he is as arrogant as him, drinking is only non-alcoholic champagne, and it is only drunk at home.

He looked at Chuya Nakahara with the corners of his mouth slightly raised in distaste, his ice-blue eyes were covered by thick eyelashes, which made other facial features hide their edges and corners, like a small beast with its sharpness restrained claws, revealing the softest pads.

"Sir, you..."

Atobe Keigo pushed aside the waiter's blocking hand, his innate aristocratic demeanor allowed him to find the most suitable solution to any situation, and the people around him had been evacuated by his bodyguards.

Originally, he was still training as usual, without any surprises, and accepted the fact that Nakahara Chuya escaped training with peace of mind. He thought that he would show up next to the car that picked him up on time after school as usual. No ghosts.

He inevitably thought of some troublesome things, and then called the bodyguard to find someone. It turned out that Nakahara Naka was also in a themed bar in Yokohama. Keigo Atobe thought of the boy standing on the roof when he first met He changed his clothes in a hurry and came over.

A noble young man in a famous brand, followed by a young man like a mountain, coupled with the menacing bodyguards in black suits next to him, invisibly created a deterrent force.

"My uncle called you, and it was always displayed on the call, so I had no choice but to locate your location." Keigo Atobe couldn't help it. He bent down slightly, took a closer look at the silly boy who was sleeping, and stretched out his hand He pinched Zhong Yuan Zhongye's bulging, pink side cheeks hard.

Feel good, very soft!

The movement was so fast that almost everyone present couldn't react. Keigo Atobe rubbed his fingertips, then straightened his expression, as if nothing happened.

It was Qingyue's youthful voice, Osamu Dazai was stunned for a moment and put the matter behind him, he was almost calmly listening to the conversation over there, but his fingertips twitched when he heard "Hold up" For a moment, the teeth were clenched so that the jaw line showed an arc.

He thought, those people he didn't know over there would immediately receive Chuya's violent beating, even if the little slug was drunk, he wouldn't let others hug him casually.

Almost expecting to hear the sound of screaming, he nervously swayed from side to side, thinking that it would be easier to talk to the little slug who was a little more awake after the fight.

Unsurprisingly, he was woken up. Even though the taciturn boy deliberately let go of his movements, Nakahara Chuya's body tensed reflexively the moment he touched him. He clasped Takahiro Kawaji's wrist with his backhand, The veins on the back of the hand were exposed.

Takahiro Takahiro Huaji looked at his paler fingers and smaller hands on his darker skin. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking on his expressionless face.

"... Atobe? Why are you here?"

Zhongyuan Zhongye was cursing, but his voice was lowered, his eyes could barely make out the figure, a few strands of ochre-colored hair mischievously fell on his forehead, he wrinkled the tip of his nose, and smelled the familiar perfume taste.

Atobe Keigo folded his arms and said harshly, "Fortunately, I can still recognize me, and I'm not stupid."

"Going back, right?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also supported the table and stood up, but his arm hit the bar counter, and the wine bottles that had been placed in an untidy manner suddenly rolled over, and the bright yellow liquid wet the white shirt into a translucent color Clings wetly to the body.

Zhong Yuanzhong also picked up his sticky neckline and let out an impatient "Tsk", because he had no more scruples because of drinking too much, and his strength in his hands also lost his strength. The white buttons crackled hard and rolled to the ground. He pulled half of his shoulders out.

Atobe: "..." It's too early to worry, and I'm already drunk.

"Huadi, give him to me..." He covered his eyes with one hand and couldn't bear to look directly at him. Although Nakahara Nakaya's outstanding appearance made him look very beautiful, he couldn't handle such nonsense. Keigo Atobe walked up In front of him, he wanted someone restless to move onto Huadi's back.

Atobe Keigo stared closely at the fingers that Nakahara was holding. He looked at the unfinished call on the screen and touched his chin, his eyes became deep.

"My uncle wants to see who is that who has been occupying your mobile phone?"

The tone was inexplicably resentful, and Keigo Atobe felt weird when he opened his mouth, but no one else had any special expressions, so he continued, relying on the advantage of Keigo Atobe It takes no effort to get the phone in your hand.

The others, Birch, were expressionless: Are you talking about me?

Osamu Dazai, who has been standing still with his phone in his ear since hearing Akutagawa Gin's words: This n,...: