The man rescued from Kabukicho

Be calm.

Cirou warned himself.

This kind of vulgar plot of "having fun all night and loving so much that the next day when I got up early, my legs were weak, and I fell to the ground as soon as I got out of bed" is only seen in bad comics or small movies, and in real life. There will be no, so the situation happening at this moment must not be real.

So, there is only one truth.

He must be dreaming.

That's it.

Looking for a reasonable explanation for the current situation, Cirou ignored the pain and soreness that appeared inside and outside his body after regaining consciousness, and tried to wake up from the dream.

He closed his eyes with all his strength.

Then he opened his eyes suddenly.

He covered his face in despair.

Cilang wanted to shout from the bottom of his heart, why did such a vulgar plot come true!How intense they did last night!Although he actually remembered the answer to the latter question clearly.

Recalling Ijuin Kazuomi from his shaking perspective during the intimate time last night, Jirou unconsciously grabbed his left elbow with his right hand, trying to use such a half-hugging posture to stop the uncontrollable trembling.

He seems broken.

Just this kind of recollection, let the body remember the feeling, all kinds of feelings of being touched by Kazumi, revive instantly.

Like the embers of a campfire overnight, it is no longer burning, but the dark charcoal fire under the thick white ash still has enough heat to scorching people, and occasionally a gust of wind blows, it will flicker brightly.

how so?He'd never known that doing something like this could be so horribly comfortable, like the aftereffects of a bad disease.

"what happened?"

Yijiin came out of the cloakroom, Cirou raised his head and glanced at him, and quickly lowered his gaze as if he had been scalded.

It seems that Ijuin heard the sound of landing outside when he was halfway through his clothes. The white shirt on his body that was tailored perfectly and perfectly outlined the line of his shoulders and back was only buttoned with two or three buttons at the bottom. The muscles are all at a glance.

As for the dark blue suit trousers below, the zipper is well zipped, but the top button is not fastened. The metallic silver zipper is because it is close to the part that is more outstanding than most men. Obvious ups and downs.

What's more, this man exudes an inexplicable, full-bodied charm all over his body.

This big cat must be showing off on purpose!

Because he knew that Yijiyuan's habit of wearing shirts was clearly buttoning from top to bottom.

However, knowing that it was intentional, Ci Lang was still bewitched, his ears turned red uncontrollably, and he even forgot to answer.

It's just, it's too ugly.

Ijuin's slender legs appeared in his sight.

Cilang couldn't help thinking that on the day he was rescued again, he had a similar posture and the same low-level perspective.But the mood is very different.

Just as he was thinking, Ijuin's flat palm appeared again in his sight.

Ijuin leaned over to look at him and said, "Hand."

Obviously, this meant to pull Cilang up, but Cilang didn't know how his head was short-circuited, so he just put his fisted right hand into Yijiyuan's palm in a daze.

"Good boy," Yijiin pursed his lips playfully, stretched out his other hand on purpose, spread it flat in front of Cilang, and added the order solemnly, "Then, the left hand."

Jirou had already realized what a fool he had done, protesting "I'm not Shuntaro" while trying to withdraw his right hand, but Yijuin closed his five fingers a bit forcefully, holding his right hand firmly in his palm.

After that, Yijiyuan hooked the hand that was still spread flat in front of Cilang's eyes, and repeated the command: "Left hand."

Cilang raised his head to look at him angrily, but after the two people's eyes met, within a moment, the indifferent anger disappeared.

He easily indulged in the depths of Yijiyuan's eyes, feeling as if he had fallen back into the sea of ​​honey and was floating on the surface of the sea. Last night's turbulent waves temporarily fell silent, shaking him gently.

What? Like a trained dog, Cirou thought in his heart, but actions and thoughts are two different things.

He hesitated to extend his left hand, clenched it into a loose fist, and slowly, it also fell into Yijuin's palm, and was also wrapped by Yijiin's five fingers.

So like this, Cirou, who was still sitting on the ground, had both hands held by Yijiin.

"So nice."

Trying his best to ignore Yijuin's intentionally funny compliment, Jirou guessed that Yijuin wanted to do this, took his hand and pulled him up, right?

But Yijuin didn't do that, as if his wickedness had been satisfied, Yijuin let go of him, took half a step forward, put his hands under Jirou's shoulders, and hugged him up.

After Cilang stood still, Yijiin changed his posture and embraced him, and asked in a low voice, "Are you uncomfortable?"

This kind of voice combined with the touch, should have been considered a foul, Ci Lang subconsciously wanted to back away a little, but the hand around his waist hooked him back hard, and ended up getting closer.

Cirou shook his head.

Yijiyuan stretched out his hand to test the temperature of his forehead, and then kissed him tenderly on the forehead, before saying, "Fortunately, there is no fever."

Really no fever?Cirou felt dizzy.

At this moment, from an unspeakable place, there was a sudden feeling of warm liquid flowing down.

open!Play!laugh!of!Bar!

He only had a long-sleeved T-shirt as pajamas, and he didn't wear the rest after Ijuin gave him a bath in the early morning.

That is, without any occlusion.

Cirou jumped up as if he had been boiled, and wanted to break away from Yijuin immediately, but Yijuin seemed to have guessed what was going on, but refused to let him go. With that indifferent voice, he purposely slowed down his speech and said, "After cleaning up in the early morning, if there are still others, it is probably the last few times. Is it too deep?"

Cilang, whose whole body was flushed and his head was about to smoke, couldn't bear to hear such shameless words, and gritted his teeth angrily: "I told you not to say that kind of thing in that voice!!!"

But after he finished yelling, Cirou had lost the courage to face everything, smashed the jar, and lay in Yijuin's arms as if giving up, pretending to be unconscious and motionless, like a big dog pretending to be dead.

It wasn't until being half-embraced by Yijuin into the bathroom, and the T-shirts were gently removed, and the warm water fell on the two of them, that Cirou pushed Yijuin down and reminded: "Your clothes..."

Yijiyuan said indifferently: "I will change later."

Through the water curtain, Cilang looked at Yijuin who hadn't taken off his clothes. He was already disheveled, but now he was wet. The shirt and trousers were tailored to fit. After being wet by the water, they fit tightly against Yijuin's body. , there is no other suitable descriptor other than provocative.

Ci Lang intuitively felt that this was another routine: "Did you do it on purpose again..."

He only looked at Yijiyuan, but he didn't know that Yijiyuan was also looking at him. He was already fairer than ordinary people, because of the mottled red marks, especially the teeth marks on the back of his neck and shoulders, if he didn't know it, it would be almost horrible. In the eyes of Yijiyuan, it directly makes the things trapped in the drenched trousers ache.

Terrible.

Yijiyuan hugged Cilang tightly in his arms, did not look at him, and started to do what he should do, so Cilang bit his lip, completely embarrassed to speak.

Of course, the process was a bit uncomfortable. As soon as the word "overuse" appeared in Cilang's mind, it made him ashamed to the point that he was about to shut down directly.

But there will inevitably be reactions in this process. The last time such reactions were frequent, it dates back to the teenage puberty when every boy is troubled by standing up at every turn. Why are they all at this age, and last night...

So when the cleaning was over, perhaps because of some kind of emptiness, Jirou's mood fell inexplicably. He put his head on Ijuin's shoulder, held Ijuin's waist with his hands, closed his eyes, and his voice was so small that it was almost covered by the sound of the shower water. , as if talking to himself: "Am I getting carried away again?"

"What nonsense?" Yijiyuan retorted calmly, "I was the one who got carried away with it from the very beginning."

what?

Cilang froze for a moment, opened his eyes in the rain-like water flow, and stared blankly at Yijiyuan.

Will this man get carried away?

No, think about it carefully, if all those mean-spirited cat-like behaviors are all Yijuin's "smugness", are all Yijuin's happy and relaxed actions because of the reunion with him...

Ci Lang couldn't believe it: "Is it a lie?"

Yijiyuan deliberately said: "It's the puppy who lied."

The non-serious answer made Cilang anxious, he stared at Yijuin eagerly, and asked with all his heart for confirmation: "Is it true?"

Seeing Cilang's anxiety, Yijiyuan followed the ridgeline to comfort his back, and replied in a deep voice: "Really."

The cute and beautiful eyes like a dog stared at people blankly, and then tears fell.

Yijiyuan pretended to be helpless and said, "Did you have a grudge against the bathroom in your previous life?"

"It's all because of you, to be honest," Cirou didn't know how to explain, he simply and roughly wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, not realizing that it was useless in the shower, and blurted out loudly, "Of course I'm so happy that I'm dying It's gone!"

Then Ijuin bowed his head and kissed him.

It was a beginner's kiss with a light touch. They seemed to have degenerated into boys who had just learned to get close to the person they liked, and they kissed for a long time with satisfaction.

After experiencing such a morning with too much content, Yijuin rushed to work without time for breakfast.

Cilang tried his best to behave as usual in front of Fengzao's mother-in-law. Not only did he need to cover up his physical discomfort, but he also blushed at any time when he thought of Yijiin's shameless words from last night to this morning.

Until halfway through breakfast, Cirou thought he was covering up well.

Truth be told, cream of mushroom soup with lightly toasted toast for breakfast is too good to be taxing.

Granny Fengzao seemed in a good mood, and asked with a smile, "Is it delicious?"

"It's delicious," Cirou answered truthfully.

Fengzao's mother-in-law covered her mouth, narrowed her eyes like a cunning old cat, and said happily: "Then I don't worry, I saw the email from the young master in the morning, saying that I need to prepare softer food, mother-in-law, I also think about it carefully." It's been a while."

"Cough cough cough..."

Cilang choked on a mouthful of soup.

It has been said that there must be a limit to being shameless!

Ci Lang put down the spoon, covered his face, and said in an almost loveless tone: "Grandma Feng Zao, I have a once-in-a-lifetime request."

Feng Zao's mother-in-law replied solemnly: "Please tell me."

Still covering his face, Cilang said in a muffled voice, "This morning, can you pretend you can't see me. Please."

Granny Fengzao's answer was very thoughtful and gentle: "Of course~ But you have to finish your breakfast well, after all, you need to replenish your energy."

Cats are all the same, Cirou has seen through.

"……thanks."

After breakfast, under the loving gaze of Feng Zao's mother-in-law, Cirou with red ears ran to the study to draw.

The phone beeped.