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"I am the leader. The leader's orders are absolute in the port of Mafia. No matter how much Chuya thinks I am not pleasing to the eye, he must serve me well~"

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked gloomy for a while, knowing that the provocative laughing man in front of him was deliberately provoking him.He took off the hat with his left hand and put it on his chest, knelt down on one knee, bent his back that was always upright for Osamu Dazai, and lowered his head that was always held high.

The fair neck showed a beautiful curvature, and the pure black coat was piled up on the carpet softly. It was obviously the dreadful gravity, but now the body exuded a tame smell.From this angle, Osamu Dazai can clearly see his beautiful face trimmed by the ear hair.

This is a beast that has been tamed. Although it still has sharp claws, it has become a display at this moment and can only obey his orders.

The eyes were dark and without light, and then a cluster of playful sparks ignited again, and a strange thought suddenly appeared in his heart, lingering on.

Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes with excitement, "It's not fun anymore, so let's have some fun?"

Without giving him a chance to refuse, he threw the red-haired youth onto the fluffy carpet.

It's not that Osamu Dazai has never kissed Chuya Nakahara before, but it's just teasing before. He likes to see Chuya gritted his teeth with hatred and can't do anything to him. Now he can't help but want to try to find out what it is felt it.

When he was thrown on the carpet, Zhong Yuanzhong was also a little dazed, his mind was so messed up that he didn't have a clue.The lips were opened by the flexible tip of the tongue, and Nakahara was stunned for a second by the unprecedented tingling feeling, missing the best time to resist.

Osamu Dazai's fingers are beautiful, with well-defined joints and graceful lines. Although there is a thin layer of calluses on the fingertips, it does not affect the overall beauty at all. This is not like the hand of a black|hand|party, but more like a rich man. hand.

Zhong Yuanzhong also saw himself clearly in his iris-colored eyes. In this kind of ambiguous situation, it is easy for people to feel that the person in front of him loves him terribly, and his heart is full of him.

But Nakahara also saw Osamu Dazai having sex with other women in a bar, and he was so affectionate at that time, and the crooked eyebrows and eyes made people unable to help but indulge in his brilliant disguise.

He is such a jerk.

Dissatisfied with the distraction of the people under him, Osamu Dazai held Nakahara Chuya's shoulders. This small gangster cadre's figure is very suitable for being held in his arms and played with.A faint smell of smoke and alcohol entered the nostrils, Osamu Dazai frowned slightly, knowing that this dark little man had learned all the bad habits before he knew it.

No wonder he is not tall, he complained silently in his heart, of course Osamu Dazai didn't say it out loud, although it's interesting to provoke, but it's not easy to end if it goes too far.

Leaning over, Osamu Dazai saw Nakahara Chuya below him, with a lustful blush on his cheeks, even in the captured blue eyes, there was still unyielding.Grabbing one of his hands and bringing it to his lips, Osamu Dazai made a biting mouth shape. With his white teeth and bright red tongue, he took off the gloves of the ocher-haired man, revealing his abnormally white fingers that have not seen the sun for a long time .

The slender fingertips were slightly pink, and they were completely smaller in the hand, but Osamu Dazai knew that if he punched someone with a fist, it would cause headaches for many people, including him of course.

…… (Pull the light, make up your own brain)

"It's so hard to live. I'm bound by iron chains in all directions, and my skin will bleed if I move even a little bit." Mingming said dejected words but his voice rose with joy. Osamu Dazai buried his head in the neck of the red-haired young man and whispered, dripping with sweat Her hair stuck to her ears, and her iris-colored eyes were dark and cold, like a drowned swamp in hell, trying to drag people into it.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also unbearably tossed and sunk in the frenzied tide, a drop of water was falling on his eyelashes, and the ends of his eyes were a little red because of the affair just now.

Hearing the plausible words of the person above him, his foggy blue eyes became clear again after being in a trance.

"...It should be like this...that's why I have to work harder...to live."

Zhong Yuanzhong has never felt that being alive is an easy thing. He was born in the laboratory, born in this world without emotion and memory, and learned to survive and integrate into this world bit by bit.

He used to do his best to survive, to be alive, in his opinion, to be alive has never been an easy task!

Unexpectedly, he would get such a serious answer, Osamu Dazai's eyes rested for a moment on Nakahara Nakahara's lips that kept opening and closing, and his teasing heart couldn't help it.

Lowering his head, he lightly pecked the corner of the man's lips, Dazai Osamu's voice was a little muffled, like a private conversation between lovers, "Chuya is so cute!"

This sentence is too frivolous, no one dares to use the word "cute" on Nakahara Nakaya.

Zhongyuan Zhong also closed his eyes to hide the emotions in his eyes, this dead mackerel really wanted to see him lose his composure, so he did not hesitate to sleep with him for this reason.

Gritting her teeth, "I'm not one of those stupid lovers who will be fooled by you!"

of course not……

Osamu Dazai supported his body and looked at the profile of the brown-haired man who had fallen asleep. His brows were furrowed because of the pain, which added a bit of sickly beauty.

It's a little too much, seeing the serious marks on Nakahara Nakaya's body, Osamu Dazai felt a little unnatural.But this should not disturb his plans for tomorrow, but the little slug is going to go crazy.

Zhongyuan Zhong also fell into a coma after being a little unbearable. He didn't know what stimulated the dead mackerel to be so crazy.Although there was joy afterwards, there was still more pain in the body, or it was very painful, much worse than the pain of being injured during the mission.

It was the first time, but that person didn't know what to do and only cared about his own pleasure.

The huge chief's office is now empty, and he can't see the madness of yesterday at all. If it weren't for the unpleasant feeling in his body, Zhong Yuanzhong would almost think that nothing happened.With a sneer, he took it as Dazai Osamu's whim, anyway, this is not the first time this person has teased him.

Zhongyuan Zhong also gritted his teeth and stood up, his calf trembling violently. Fortunately, his body was refreshed, without any sweat or sticky feeling, so that the last string called reason in his brain was not broken.

The stand-up collar shirt rubbed against the wound on his neck, making Nakahara "hiss" and put on the choker angrily, as if biting on this position deliberately, just enough to be covered.From the corner of the eye, he glanced at the neatly folded black coat and red scarf on the desk, feeling an ominous premonition.

Walking out of the office, he asked the subordinate guarding the door with a tense face, "Where's the Boss?"

"Boss said to let Mr. Zhongyuan have a good rest!"

The subordinates lowered their heads and did not dare to look at him, or dare not to look at his weak appearance. After all, in the port of Mafia, he has always been a symbol of strength and strength.

Something's wrong, he should have come to laugh at him at this time in the past, using that triumphant and flattering tone.

Yesterday's strange performance made him think of some possibility in a flash, and Zhongyuan Zhong also held on to the door frame, "That bastard dared to—"

"Dazai—"

There was a sound of panic, the man who should have been excluded from the plan, his pupils constricted, stretched out a hand, stepped on the roof of the building and fell down at an accelerated rate.

The hat and coat were all off, Chuya and Osamu Dazai opened their eyes, lick|licked the name repeatedly in their mouths, and said their final goodbyes.He was quite surprised to be able to wake up so quickly, after all yesterday he was intentionally careless, thinking he could delay it for a while.

It should be said that it is worthy of gravity, the average person has to sleep all day long!

Those cloudy eyes seemed to have seen all the evil in the world, with no light, no hope of life, and a relieved smile on his face, dazzling to the extreme.

hateful!hateful!hateful!

This damn bastard actually thought of using this method to hold him back, Nakahara Chuya really wanted to kill Osamu Dazai at this moment.

It's too late, your ability has to touch me, and my ability can just remove your ability, Dazai smiled after reminiscing about yesterday's tenderness, and looked at the shocked young cadre who came towards him.

Even though he was in the dark, no matter how many possibilities he experienced, those eyes were still blue and clear, free from dust.

Adjusting his own gravity factor, accelerating the falling speed allowed him to catch up with the nasty mackerel, and Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't help but choked up, and hugged the man tightly.

--"Human disqualification"

"Let go!"

Dazai Osamu's physical skills were far inferior to his, and it was impossible to break free from him. Nakahara Chu also pulled the corner of his mouth, and forced to turn a direction in the air, seeing a rare panic in Dazai Osamu's kite-colored eyes.

Osamu Dazai has always been strategizing, calculating everything, he seems to have never seen such a Dazai.

On the way of falling, Zhong Yuanzhong was also a little dazed, a problem that had appeared before but was selectively ignored by him was like a dark cloud covering his heart.

Does Osamu Dazai have the ability to love?

"I have fulfilled my responsibilities as a cadre!" Zhong Yuanzhong also said a word in the ear of the Mafia leader who was wearing a casual windbreaker and did not look like the black|hand|party.

The icy ground was quickly covered by bright red blood, centering on Zhongye in the Central Plains, and spreading rapidly to the surroundings, like a red cage enveloping the two of them inside.

"Dead mackerel... didn't you... say you hate...pain...why..."

The sound was intermittent, not because of pain, but because of the blood froth pouring out of the open mouth, gradually unable to speak, Osamu Dazai saw that Nakahara was also trying to lift his finger.

The passing of life is unavoidable, and Zhong Yuanzhong was actually mad with anger, opened his mouth, and could no longer make a sound,

——I care about your life!

Do you want to touch him?

No one answered.

Do you want to scold him?

Can't hear clearly.

"...Chuya?" Dazai Osamu didn't know, and he showed the expression that he was about to cry again, like a child who has lost his way and can't find his way back.

Hong Kong black cadre Zhongyuan Zhongya died in the line of duty to save the leader!

Zhong Yuanzhong was also awakened by anger. He sat up suddenly, opened his mouth and gasped for breath, and he was able to calm down from the violent heart palpitations. He clenched his hands into fists and punched the white wall fiercely. It burst open and flowed blood.

The pain allowed him to regain his sanity for the time being. In the end, he actually wanted to kick the dead mackerel to death. This actually satisfied the wishes of the two of them, and everyone was happy!

Or he could hold Dazai Osamu a little later, and maybe both of them would survive.

With a splitting headache, Zhongya put his hands on his drooping forehead, his throat roared, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

Fuck, I really want to hit someone! ,,URL,...: