Yokohama diva, sultry online

"What are you talking about?"

Nakahara Nakaya looked at Keigo Atobe who raised his hand to call for the housekeeper, his blue eyes were full of bewilderment, and his delicate eyebrows slowly raised a high arc.

"Tsk——" Keigo Atobe's staggering voice spread far and far in the quiet living room. His fingertips hurriedly touched the tear mole at the corner of his eye, and then quickly put it on the table and tapped it at a constant speed, making a The look of thinking.

"My uncle asked if the injury on your face was caused by some 'mackerel'? Have you seen him secretly? Is he in Tokyo now?"

A series of questions made Nakahara Nakahara a little confused, and these questions were obviously directional and aggressive. Nakahara Nakahara also thought in his mind why Atobe Keigo had such great hostility towards Dazai. No real contact.

In fact, when Keigo Atobe mentioned Osamu Dazai, his mind was in a mess, and he just forced himself to think. Nakahara Nakaya raised his eyes and saw the butler walking over with a medicine box.

I don't know if it was an illusion of Keigo Atobe, but he always felt that the red-haired boy was actually a little unhappy in his heart.

Atobe Keigo occasionally observes the small movements of people around him, and the subtle emotions hidden by people will be expressed through external concealment, not to mention Nakahara Chuya, who is not very calm in nature.

Whether it's the straighter corners of the mouth than usual, or the raised brows higher than usual... And after hearing those three words, the red-haired boy who was obviously more different, he took Zhongya Zhongye's silence as if he would not let go , "Did he threaten you again?"

"No... Do you have any misunderstanding? My injury has nothing to do with him, it's my own fault."

Atobe Keigo squinted his eyes and didn't see anything for a while. He patted the sofa, and the butler was already waiting beside him with a medicine box, signaling Nakahara Chuya to come and treat the wound.

Calmly as if this episode had already passed, Zhong Yuanzhong sat down without any hesitation, he stroked the hair scattered around the wound behind his ears, stared at the butler without blinking as he opened the medicine box, and looked like he was waiting. A kind of hypocritical cuteness.

"And he never threatened me with anything?" Zhong Yuanzhong did not receive any threats, he did only what he wanted to do, even if the dead mackerel used the leader to suppress him, what he accepted was what he was willing to do.

I have to say that Osamu Dazai really knows the bottom line of others. He will give people a sense of urgency, but he will not reach the bottom line of others.

The red-haired boy is very attractive, and no one should be able to object to it. His outstanding appearance is only the most obvious side. What is more attractive is his inadvertently displayed unique charm, absolute confidence and arrogance.

The strange thing is that the classmates in the class have a good impression of the red-haired boy. Even if they don't get along much, it doesn't stop the boys from admiring his chicness, and the girls adore his mystery.

It's just that it's covered up by something now, like a dusty pearl.

"You're not threatened by him, hehe..." Atobe Jingwu became angry and raised his brows again, his slender eyebrows twisted together, and his overlapping legs stepped on the floor separately, "If that pervert doesn't Coercing you will happen before? On you..."

Atobe was a little indiscriminate, but soon stopped, with a remorse that didn't fit his temperament.

"........."

The icy blue eyes sharpened in an instant, and there was terror in the pupils that could scare people. Zhong Yuanzhong was also startled, he pursed his lips, and the atmosphere gradually became dignified with the silence that no one spoke.

"The wound on Master Zhongyuan's face is a little deep, and it is very likely that there will be scars." The housekeeper skillfully picked up alcohol cotton with tweezers and began to wipe the side face of the ochre-haired boy seriously. The skin around the wound has also faded due to the rough treatment at the beginning. Red, and gradually spread, with signs of inflammation.

The solemn atmosphere was swept away.

Although he was mentally prepared, when the alcohol really touched his skin, Zhong Yuan frowned slightly, and he waved his hand indifferently when he heard the butler's words.

"It's okay, I'm not a girl."

The protruding veins on his forehead began to dance happily, Keigo Atobe propped up his chin and said in a low voice, "Yeah, he's not a girl, use more alcohol to disinfect."

The corner of Nakahara Chuya's mouth twitched. Although he had already understood Keigo Atobe's pungent words, he was still rushed.

He watched the butler put the things back into the medicine box, touched the wound on his cheek that had been treated, and there was still a tingling sensation when he pressed it, and the white gauze was stained on his face, which made the skin feel tight, and he was in a trance again .

Atobe Jingwu hated iron for being weak, and put the embarrassment behind him just now, he was bound to ask why, but the tone of his unhandled voice sounded like he was fighting for favor, "Why are you still talking for that old man? ?”

"Old man...not so." Zhong Yuan Zhong also had a strange expression on his face. He wondered if people in their 20s were already old men in the eyes of teenagers, so he was also an old man?

Nakahara Chuya thought seriously, but the residual feeling after talking with Dazai on the phone today was lingering in his heart. The bitter taste made Nakahara Chuya feel deep heart palpitations even if he tasted it more.

"He is about the same age as me." Nakahara was not lying, nor did he mean to speak well of Osamu Dazai. After all, if it was in Yokohama, this matter would be a fact.

Atobe Keigo rolled his eyes unpretentiously to express his attitude. The same age must be lying to a fool. He asked a question that he cared about very much, "Whatever you want... Anyway, what is your attitude towards him?"

After the wound was healed, Nakahara Nakaya stood up straight and looked down at Atobe Keigo. You were silent for a long time, and your voice was very soft, as if you were talking to yourself or someone else.

"He and I are just superiors and subordinates, nothing else, not even friends."

Zhong Yuanzhong also went back to the bedroom and was about to take a bath. Although the housekeeper repeatedly ordered him not to see the water on the wound, but today he went to a crowded place like the playground and fought again. It is impossible for him not to take a bath.

He unbuttoned, took off his shirt and threw it on the ground. He glanced at his elbow. He kicked it there a few times, and his arm was numb from the shock. Now that piece has begun to turn purple and black.

Zhong Yuanzhong also pressed and rubbed twice in distaste, that's why the smaller body is not good.

Bang, bang, bang—

The sudden knock on the door drew Nakahara Chuya's attention back. He glanced at the door and walked over to open it barefoot. It was the housekeeper with something in his hand.

As expected, the housekeeper's eyes flickered, and he looked at Nakahara Chuya who had already taken off his shirt and obviously planned to take a bath, and sighed.

The exposed upper body of the ochre-haired boy was in good shape. Although he was skinny in clothes, he had just the right amount of muscle, which would not make people look down upon or make people sick.

But the butler also saw the red mark on the chest and the serious-looking bruise on the elbow, which was especially serious under the rendering of the white skin.

The butler had a disapproving expression on his face, obviously he said in the hall just now that it was fine.

Even the critical gaze was not offensive at all. Zhong Yuanzhong also noticed the butler's gaze, and he unconsciously turned sideways to cover it, "These were bumped by accident, I'm fine."

"Young master is very worried about you." For this young man who appeared suddenly, the housekeeper could see that the young master from his family attached great importance and concern to him. No matter who it was, he didn't want to see a child who was in full bloom at this age be compromised.

He smiled gently, and his decades of work experience in serving the Atobe family let him know how to better use language to impress other people's hearts, "This is the waterproof sticker that the young master asked me to send over."

Nakahara Chuya: I feel guilty!

His fingertips trembled, and his whole body was enveloped by gentle and tolerant eyes. He opened his mouth but didn't know what to say, and took it with an unnatural expression.

After brewing for a long time, Zhong Yuan finally spoke, his tone was blunt and hasty, "Thank you!"

After the footsteps faded away, Zhongya Zhongya closed the door again. He paused behind the door for a minute, then unwrapped the plastic bag with the waterproof sticker, and stuck it to the gauze wrapped around his side face.

He is hesitating whether to go to Atobe to apologize tomorrow, because he also knows that because he feels uncomfortable, his attitude towards Atobe is not very good.

Then he walked into the bathroom again, turned on the shower and faced his head, the water flow started to separate from the top of his head and then fell with the ochre-colored hair, he lowered his head slightly, his expression was hard to discern in the damp water vapor.

The thick eyelash feathers were also wetted by the water, and they became more and more profound, and a few drops of water inevitably fell into the blue eyes, which was painful. Zhong Yuanzhong didn't blink, he just looked at the white eyes quietly. His own face reflected in the tiles.

There was a terrible sense of strangeness, not because he seldom looked in the mirror. Zhongyuan Zhong also touched this cheek that was once hailed as a nightmare by hostile organizations, but many people praised his beautiful face, whether it was enemies or Mafia . of people.

Zhongyuan Zhong didn't really confirm it, he heard it from his companions, he was more skeptical, because in real life, there were only a handful of people who showed love to him, and instead they flocked to the mad bee waves around the dead mackerel There are countless butterflies...

Zhong Yuanzhong has never looked at himself so seriously. He has slept well these days without any dark circles under his eyes, but he can't lie to himself with the feeling of exhaustion in his heart. The youthful face formed a great contrast.

——I am not like myself anymore, Zhong Yuanzhong also thinks so.He lowered his head again and ticked the corners of his mouth ironically. It was so ugly that he almost looked down on himself.

The young man's youthful body glowed with great vitality, as if he had made a decision that had been entangled for a long time and had not yet reached a conclusion, because the tense and protruding butterfly bones also relaxed, as if changing his face. His expression changed from the unswerving one just now, it was unruly and pampered like never before.

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