[Wen Ye] A painful ability

Daily sparring (1/1).

I just lay on the floor without moving.Nakaya leaned over and put his face in front of me, his hands propped a short distance away from my shoulders.He looked a little unhappy, his blue eyes were full of irritability, "Shirose."

This posture made me feel awkward, and when I moved, Chuya's left hand moved away and held me instead, restricting my movement of getting up, "Did Dazai relieve your pain?" Chuya's eyes were serious Extremely.

"Does Dazai look like a painkiller?" I naturally asked Chuya. (Anyway, Dazai is not a human being in my heart.)

Chuya, who was silent for a moment, stared at me and said, "Shirose, I'm not stupid."

We looked like a combination of unhappy and mindless.

"There is no pain, just a bad complexion." I paused, "Dazai did improve my sleep quality in some way. So my complexion became normal."

"How can a person be as pale as a female ghost without the slightest pain?" Zhong Ye's seemingly unsolvable question actually has an answer.

The face of the dead is not very good.

Did I come back from the dead without my knowledge?Maybe it was the first morning when Dazai lay on me and listened to my heartbeat.He witnessed that my heartbeat gradually stopped, my body temperature gradually became cold, and after a period of time, I gradually returned to a living state.

Dazai may be addicted to it, and insist on coming to my house every night longing for me to fall into the wonderful state of dying and being born again.Xu is not / addicted, but forgive me I can't find other words to describe his morbid obsession with life and death.

Maybe I was too silent. When I came back to my senses, Chuya was already very close to me, almost lying on top of me.

"Shirose."

"Can you give me more trust?"

"I long for..."

"Your trust."

"I want to get to know you."

"I want to be closer to the real you."

Looking at the eyes that are full of me, I can't help but fall into a subtle state of indulging in this kind of drunkenness.Drunkenness doesn't make me intoxicated, but the bursts of layers and layers of complex emotions do.

I decided to say something to ease my burning heat.

"Zhongye, if you use these words to flirt with girls, it's true that puppy love will never be a dream." Look at my sincere eyes.

What greeted was Chuya's indescribable expression.

Accept it when you see it is my code of conduct (fog).So I began to narrate my speculation in a calm tone.

"I have dreamed of many Dazai."

"One of the older and thinner ones gave me an emerald stud earring." Unlike the black stud earrings that sparkle in the sun I'm wearing now.

I took out the emerald stud earrings that looked like money from my pocket.

"Did the person in the dream pierced your ears?" As expected of Chuya, the focus of his attention became more and more crooked.

I nod.If so, Dazai pierced my ears and gave me two earrings.I inexplicably feel that I am holding a scumbag script, my wife gave me a gift, and I often beat my wife violently (?).The thought was so scary it gave me goosebumps.

"So the culprit that caused you to be sick and listless is the garbage mackerel." Zhongye's face was filled with the thought of killing him.

Although I think most of the reason is that my soul and body are not compatible, but I still chose to remain silent very unconscionably, letting Dazai take the blame.

Just when Chuya wanted to say something, the door opened, and it was Dazai who looked shocked as if he saw some large-scale green scene, and the protagonist was himself.

"What kind of expression is that on your face? It looks like the expression when you find out that your eldest wife and your younger/wife are having sex." Wait, wait, why did I automatically substitute myself into the eldest wife?This is even scarier than my previous script of scumbag beating his wife.

"Hey, why am I the little wife?" Zhong also questioned, "But it's also true that the beautiful one is the little wife." Little brother, stop thinking about it, and fall.

Realizing that something was wrong, Zhong also started to refute me, "Wait, Shirose, why didn't you say that it was a story that the eldest wife and the old middle-aged next door had to tell?"

Don't call me, I, Shirose is staring dead.

You ask later?

They fought in the living room.As for me, I'm cooking.

I'm an emotional cooking robot and don't participate in their lingering (strike out).

Nakaya found time to stop by and asked me if I needed help with dinner.I refused, "If possible, I hope you can beat up Dazai again, he poured out my newly bought green apple shower gel last night."

I raised a very kind smile, "I heard that if the chef is in a good mood, then the dinner will be extra delicious."

After Chuya was successfully persuaded by me, I could hear Dazai being shot and dying in the kitchen, stimulating Chuya's ghost crying and howling. It was really rhythmic, and I wanted to shake my legs a little bit.Sure enough, Zhong is the new generation of Yokohama Rhythm Master, who not only has strength in beating, but also has a sense of rhythm, which is too strong.

After a pleasant meal, I got up and was about to wash the dishes, but Chuya stopped me, and he said, "Let me do it."

Since I am a person who is good at listening to other people's opinions, I put down the dishes readily.I was still a little moved, especially compared to Dazai who was playing dead next to me and never helped me wash the dishes, and even called it because he didn't have enough bowls and chopsticks. I was even more moved.

"Do you want to take a bath?" I pointed to the clothes that were splashed by the water while washing the dishes.

Zhong also hesitated, and I added, "Anyway, it's not like you don't have clothes at my house." The more I thought about it, the smoother it became, "Zhong Ye might as well sleep at my house tonight, so we can play games together until late at night."

"Wait." Dazai straightened up from the sofa, "Why didn't I know there were Chuya's clothes?"

When I mentioned the clothes, I was speechless, so I asked Dazai to bring in the clothes that were dried to dry, and he did, and spread them out on the bed/in a pile.

"You even folded your underwear, and I brought you the clothes you wear every day when you need to wear them. Have you ever opened the closet?"

"My clothes won't be put together with the slug's, right?" Dazai actually said with displeasure, "I refuse to share his taste."

When Jaejoong was about to go into a rage, I pushed him to the bathroom.

"Get out of the laundry early and come to play early, Chuya~" said while handing the clothes to Zhongye.

It's really nothing to quarrel, isn't it good to play games?

Waiting for Nakaya to come out smelling of soggy strawberries, Dazai volunteered that he was going in to take a shower.I always feel that his purpose is not pure, but I have no proof.

The time for me and Chuya to start a game has passed, and Dazai came out calmly from the inside, with a face asking me to praise his feelings, "Shirose thank me quickly, I endured hardship, help you get rid of the slug in the bathroom The smell has been cleaned up."

"..." So when Dazai took a shower, did he replace the water in his head?

I pushed it to that hairy head with complicated emotions, don't think that if you use strawberry flavor, a beautiful girl can act like a baby to me.I don't eat this set, goodbye.

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I can't think of anything coquettish today.run first~