The man rescued from Kabukicho

Yijiin leaned down and smelled Mochizuki Jirou's breath at close range, and his thoughts became dizzy.

It was the same when we first met. On that day, the breeze was blowing from behind Mochizuki, and he smelled the breath, and he felt sleepy.

Why Mochizuki Jiro could make him fall asleep, the laboratory has not found out the reason so far, but he doesn't care anymore.

Almost lying on Mochizuki's body, Yijiin supported the ground in time so as not to wake up the sleeping person.

Ijuin clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction with himself.

The headache state was again attacked by drunkenness. At this moment, he had no resistance to Mochizuki's breath, and fell asleep when he approached.

In this way, it is impossible to carry Mochizuki upstairs.

Yijuin stood up, took a few steps back, thought for a moment, and walked towards the kitchen.

Opening the refrigerator, the oncoming cold air made Ijuin much more comfortable. He took out an ice ball from the ice tray and put it in his mouth.

The ice ball frozen in pure water is only a circle smaller than a table tennis ball. When it enters the mouth, it brings a coldness that cannot escape to the lips and teeth, which instantly stimulates people's spirits.

It's too cold, but I can't spit it out. This is the only way now.

Back in the living room, Shuntaro, who had not dared to move all this time, raised his eyes cautiously to look at him.

By the way, there is this guy to deal with.

Now I will pretend to be good.

Shuntaro had done a good job in the afternoon, and Fengzao had reported it by email at that time.

Whether Mochizuki made the guard dog so close to him in a short period of time, or Shuntaro quickly identified Mochizuki as a coaxable target, Ijuin was quite surprised.

All too patient.

However, as a guard dog, Shuntaro violated his master's instructions and broke the rule of not begging for food. This is undoubtedly a serious disqualification, and he must be punished, and he must be punished until he dare not commit the crime again.

With a sullen face, Ijuin picked up an apple from the fruit basket and shook it at Shuntaro.

Seeing the apple, Shuntaro suddenly knew something was wrong, but he didn't dare to hang his head down, and kept watching the owner, waiting for the admonition.

Ijuin sneered, leaned over and put the apple on the carpet.

Apple is only one step away from Shuntaro.

But Shuntaro didn't dare to move, because the master repeated the gesture command of stay to it twice.

This means that it must maintain a standard prone position, and its eyes cannot leave the apple.Until the master gives the next instruction.

Yijuin lifted Mochizuki Jirou from the giant dog. This man of his age was obviously underweight, and the long-term difficult life cannot be made up for in three days.

Yijiyuan's thinking has been shattered by headaches and drunkenness, and for a moment the thought of "the pillow is too light, I should feed the pillow to fat".

But at this moment, he didn't care about anything, he just instinctively adjusted his hug posture, then hugged the pillow and walked towards the stairs.

The puck almost numb his mouth.

When Jiro was about to wake up, he thought he was sleeping on Shuntaro's body, so he dreamed of being carried by a giant dog.

Otherwise, why would there be an illusion of flickering.

But when he opened his eyes, he realized that he was being hugged by Yijiin!

It's not the "pillow" hug at night work, but like a parent hugging a child. For ordinary adults, it's the princess hug that you can only see when you open the morning idol drama.

It was not Shuntaro's huge body that warmly surrounded his shoulders, but Ijuin's arms.

What happened?

In short, get yourself out of this too shameful situation first.

"Please let me down, Mr. Yijiyuan." Cilang calmly proposed to Yijiyuan.

But Ijuin just looked down at him and didn't respond.

what's the situation?The appearance of Yijuin seems not quite right.

He frowned tightly, as if he was uncomfortable, and his cheeks seemed to be slightly swollen?Is it sick?

That's right, Yijiyuan said that he might not come back tonight, but now he is here and behaves so strangely, something must have happened.

"Yijuin, what happened to you?" Cilang raised his head as much as possible, looking worriedly at the man who was hugging him, "Yijiin?"

Yijiin, who was called by Cilang, suddenly stopped, lowered his head and kissed him viciously.

He was already fully embraced by Yijiin, and even his breath, lips and teeth were taken away at this moment, Cilang was defenseless, it was already too late to resist.

When he realized it again, Yijiyuan had already carried him forward.

The only thing that can prove what happened just now is the ice ball in Cirou's mouth, which was passed by Yijuin's tongue, making him unable to speak.

cold.hot.alternately.

"Huh? Huh?" Cirou didn't know why, his brain was confused by the kiss, but subconsciously wanted to seek answers from the trusted Ijuin, but he was gagged by the ice hockey, and he could only make two short low-pitched voices expressing doubts.

Yijiyuan opened the bedroom door, and his voice was a bit more sinister than usual: "Quiet."

Hearing this, Cilang strangely figured out what Yijiyuan was doing just now.

That was not a kiss.

Ijuin just wanted to move the puck into his mouth to silence him.

At this moment, all shame and confusion disappeared, Cirou looked at Yijuin in disbelief, how could there be such a guy in the world?

Rather than saying anger, it is better to say dumbfounding.

Yijiyuan, who only wanted to sleep, didn't pay attention to what the pillow was thinking. His rationality had already left the stage, and he acted entirely on instinct.

He put Mochizuki on the bed, then pressed it, adjusted his posture with the person in his arms, pulled the quilt to cover himself and the pillow, and was about to sleep well... The unfinished cooking wine started to make trouble again.

You'll be fine if you endure it until you fall asleep, but you still need the ice hockey.

He half propped up his body, and said to Mochizuki under him, "Give it back to me."

But Mochizuki didn't seem to understand, and made a vague and confused voice with the ice ball in his mouth: "k...a...n...?"

Yijuan frowned.

Still have to get it back.

He leaned over to Jiro.