Yokohama diva, sultry online

The matter has become a foregone conclusion, but Osamu Dazai does not give up.

"Chuya." Dazai Osamu followed Nakahara Chuya resignedly, his sharp eyes swept across Keigo Atobe, who was at the front, and quickly retracted it. In just a second, he regained his calmness.

He seemed to walk side by side with Zhong Yuanzhong inadvertently, and lowered his voice to show his deepness, "You know, my injury was a gunshot wound, no matter what the consideration is, this kind of thing should not be done Get involved with ordinary people."

"The more people who know, the more troublesome it will be. If Keigo Atobe knows, we must investigate. We will leave eventually."

This sentence did speak to Nakahara Chuya's heart, and his steps slowed down with the words of the black-haired boy. A lot of struggle and wavering.

What he was worried about was not surprised at all by Osamu Dazai, but right now...

Taking advantage of his height, Osamu Dazai could clearly see every move of Chuya Nakahara. In just a split second, he knew that his little plan had come true, and hurriedly added another layer of insurance, "Don't worry, the wound is already gone." It’s almost okay, I won’t force myself for this kind of thing.”

……Too.

Nakahara also thought, Osamu Dazai is most afraid of pain, he should not be so hypocritical that he endured the pain silently, at worst, he will bandage it again after going back, he is familiar with this.

Atobe Keigo has reason to suspect that this bastard Dazai taught Nakahara Chuya to find a reason to eat and drink with him.

He pointed to Osamu Dazai's head, and said sincerely, "I really don't need to call a family doctor to look at his injuries? It's like his head." It wasn't kicked, right?

Osamu Dazai's forehead twitched, which meant that he could hear it if he was mentally ill. He was thinking about moving the little slug out to live with him in a few days, while making a tired appearance.

This was intentionally shown to Chuya Nakahara, and Chuya Nakahara did see it, so he didn't intend to say anything more, he nodded at Keigo Atobe, and took Osamu Dazai back to the bedroom.

Although there was no specific explanation, since Atobe agreed to let him take Dazai Osamu back to Atobe's house, he showed his attitude, although at the beginning this arrogant boy was not very happy.

Nakahara didn't mean to ask for Dazai Osamu's opinion at all, even if the dead mackerel said he was tired, his eyes were full of provocation and arrogance, he picked up the clothes from the closet and put them on his shoulders, "I'll go first wash."

Osamu Dazai rarely complied with Nakahara Chuya's wishes because he had a plan in his heart, which related to whether he would be beaten severely after his lies were exposed.

Only a vague outline could be seen through the frosted glass, and Osamu Dazai could vaguely see that Nakahara should have reached out to turn on the shower and prepare to wash his hair, and his fingers shuttled back and forth between the soft hair.

He could imagine that the warm water was hitting the skin of the ochre-haired man directly, and there might be some splashed water droplets flying on the cheeks of Zhongyuan Zhongya, which was a little itchy, which made him frown and rub his hands with the back of his hand. to dawdle.

.........

Osamu Dazai covered his face, but didn't notice any unknown liquid under his nose, and felt that he was really developing towards a perverted idiot.

The little slug washed very quickly, or Osamu Dazai was immersed in his own world and couldn't extricate himself, so he felt that time passed quickly. When the locked door of the bathroom opened and made a "click", Osamu Dazai responded with respect.

"Everything is on the sink, you go and get it yourself." Nakahara also rubbed his hair, he was referring to the supplies on the sink to prevent the wound from getting water, the supplies prepared by Atobu last time had not been used up, This time it just came in handy.

Inevitably, Osamu Dazai felt a little disappointed in his heart. The young man's bathrobe was well tied, and he didn't even want to expose any excess skin, so he walked out with slippers on.

He curled his lips, then nodded his head pretending to be deep, and stood up from the soft bed, "...I see."

However, when Osamu Dazai walked out of the bathroom with bare feet, he felt a damp breath all over his body. As soon as he closed the door, he saw Nakahara Chuya lying on the bed and fell asleep.

The thick eyelashes were curled just right, allowing the warm light to cast a shadow on the cheeks, and a few mischievous hairs fell between the eyebrows and eyes, rising and falling with the inhalation and exhalation.

Because of lying down, the well-tied clothes became messy, and the ocher-haired cadre had a dishonest sleeping appearance, half of the originally docile neckline had slipped to the elbow, exposing half of the shoulders .

Osamu Dazai's eyes gradually darkened. From the height he was standing at, he could just see Nakahara Chuya's collarbone groove. It was small and delicate and easy to play with. Even as long as he gently pulled the boy's yukata, he could capture more scenery fundus.

The beauty is overwhelming, but Osamu Dazai is deeply aware of the danger hidden under the beautiful appearance, just like the beautiful snake in the dark|fairy tale, which can seduce people's hearts and at the same time be enough to hang the bewitched people to death.

A person who is asleep does not know the psychology of a person who is awake, but Zhong Yuanzhong also moved his body slightly as if he felt it. He raised his arms to make himself a more comfortable pillow, and happened to cover his wide-open shoulders again. Living.

However, what he didn't know was that as the upper body was covered, more of the lower body was exposed. The bathrobe that originally blocked the bend of the legs had been pulled to the base of the thighs. There was no excess fat, and the two slender and well-proportioned legs were just so straight Shiroji was reflected in Osamu Dazai's eyes.

I don’t know if it’s because I just took a bath, but there is still a layer of faint pink on the skin that hasn’t faded away, and almost anything that catches the eye can arouse the deep desire in people’s hearts. Osamu Dazai feels that the room is a little stuffy, and he is still a little thirsty .

However, the boy's sleeping face is quiet and innocent, his eyebrows are no longer furrowed, there are gentle ripples from the end of his eyes, and the corners of his lips are slightly curled up in a shy arc, without any trace of aggression, very It's clean and relaxing.

This is really defenseless against others at all, Osamu Dazai doesn't know whether he should be happy or unhappy.

He gritted his teeth as if he was suppressing something, lowered his brows and eyes, then stretched out his index finger and tapped the tip of Nakahara Chuya's nose very lightly, the voice was so soft that he could hardly hear it, he didn't know if he was speaking to himself or to others Others listen, "Are you so relieved of me?"

Osamu Dazai didn't pay attention, the distance between them had become very close, his eyes were fixed on Chuya Nakahara's cheek without blinking, as if to make up for what he hadn't seen before.

Rationally, Osamu Dazai should be aware of the dangerous distance at this moment. A cluster of small flames gradually ignited in his heart, and with the passage of time, there is a tendency to intensify. If there is another small catalyst at this moment, it will be irresistible. tidy.

Like a frozen puppet, he kept his posture motionless until a drop of water oozed from the towel hit Nakahara Chuya straight on the face.

The ochre-haired boy's chest was originally undulating gently, but when the water drops fell on his face, it was like throwing a pebble in a calm pond, so Nakahara Zhong also frowned slightly Osamu Dazai knew he was in trouble.

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt some wetness on his face. He opened his closed eyes slightly, but the exposed pupils were loose. It may be that he was always not used to the light when he first woke up. Closed again.

Osamu Dazai's eyes were completely caught by this evasive cute move, he restrained his gaze, took a step back, and stretched out his hands to brush the wet hair behind his ears.

Zhongyuan Zhong also had a little clearer mind, he slowly lifted his upper body with both hands on the white sheet, and then rubbed his sore eyes with one hand, because he was suddenly awakened, and inevitably brought some emotions.

"Why do you take such a long time to wash, and you are still waiting for you to discuss things!"

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't know what impact his current state would have on a person who cared about him. His upper body was propped up, and his unbelievably soft waist bent into an incredible arc. His blue eyes His eyes were covered with a layer of tulle as if he had been bullied.

Osamu Dazai rolled his Adam's apple, then took a few steps back as if he was startled, and stopped until his back hit the corner of the counter, "I washed it very quickly, you fell asleep."

The performance of the black-haired leader also seems very strange in the Central Plains. Apart from the deepness, there are other things mixed in those iris-colored opaque eyes at this time, which are fiery and violent, but he himself seems to be Trying to suppress this emotion.

All in all it was eccentric.

Nakahara looked at Osamu Dazai's flushed cheeks, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he sat up straight, "Is it so hot?"

The period of confusion when he just woke up has passed, and he can see the other person in the room clearly. Although he looks very thin, he is not skinny after taking off his clothes. have.

The water droplets floating on the outside of the skin have a seductive luster under the light, and at least they are also people who have practiced gymnastics in the port mafia—although the physical dishes are a bit pitiful.

The slightly curly black hair has not been dried, and all the broken hair on the forehead is pulled back, revealing the handsome cheeks, a few drops of water run along the hair behind the ears, pass through the slender neck, pass through the white chest, and finally disappear into the waist in the bath towel surrounding it.

There is only a towel on the upper body. Although the skin exposed to the air is not very smooth, it can be called pleasing to the eye because it has not seen the sun much. The only...

Nakahara Chuya's blue eyes suddenly sharpened, and he scanned Dazai Osamu's abdomen inch by inch like a knife, not even seeing a wound the size of a fingernail.

"Asshole, you-again-de-me-"

Before the angry roar could be fully uttered, Chuya Nakahara's lips were blocked by another pair of big hands, without any hesitation, and even Zhongya Zhongya's excessive reaction could not be tolerated.

The body was hit back on the bed by this sudden force, Nakahara Chuya even forgot to react at that moment, he could only let the young Dazai Osamu bully him, and both wrists were held by the other hand of the young man on the chest.

The temperature continued to rise and became anxious.

In the palm of his hand was the warm lips of a cadre with brown hair, and in front of his eyes were his eyes that were stained with anger and became more radiant. Osamu Dazai added some strength secretly, so that Nakahara Nakaya who hadn't reacted barely managed to break free.

He blinked in distress, which was completely different from the behavior of his leader a long time ago, but very handy, as if he had practiced it many times.

The soft voice made people reluctant to blame, as pitiful as an abandoned little animal, Osamu Dazai lowered his head and said in Nakahara Nakaya's ear, "If I didn't say that, Nakahara Nakaya would either ignore me or beat me back then, I'm very I'm afraid of pain, but I'm even more afraid and ignore me."