Blame me for being too beautiful

... getting up late.

Staring at the number eleven on the phone, Zhong also confirmed this fact once again.There were still a few missed calls from his subordinates on the call log. After calling a few times but no one answered, they all seemed to realize something and didn't call in again.

The bedroom was messy with clothes flying everywhere.In fact, if Chuya went out and looked in the living room now, he could find some other indescribable things.

Something clumps up around him, leaving only a bit of black soft hair exposed outside the crumpled quilt, and there is a gentle breathing sound coming from inside the quilt.

Zhong also got out of bed, took out a set of clothes from the closet and put them on.With the cover of the clothes, the blushing and heartbeating marks on his body are only left on the collarbone. It has been more than twelve hours since he last ate, no wonder he feels empty in his stomach.

Zhong also ordered a meal, washed himself while waiting for the meal to be delivered, and then simply tidied up the room.

He probably won't be able to go to port Mafia today.

This is the first time Chuya has skipped work since he joined the organization, but there is no way to do it. He is in a special situation today. I believe the boss and his colleagues will understand him.

The little bulge lying on the bed finally moved, Dazai stretched out his hand and patted the place next to it, it was empty.She rolled over, let herself roll onto Zhongye's pillow, and then slowly opened her eyes.

The curtains had been pulled back, and the sunlight near noon was really dazzling, forcing Dazai to wake up.

"Chuya...?" After opening her eyes, she began to call out.

"Zhongye!"

After a few seconds, Zhongya appeared at the door of the bedroom, wearing very homely clothes, "What's wrong?"

"Help me get my clothes." The closet was right next to the bed, and Dazai didn't even bother to get up at such a short distance, so he ordered Chuya as a matter of course.

Zhong Ye looked disgusted, but his movements were very skillful, "I also helped you get the clothes, why don't you just put them on for you?"

Dazai took advantage of the opportunity and spread himself on the bed, "Come on, I don't mind." The body wrapped in the quilt was exposed, and at the same time, her ambiguous traces were also exposed to the sun.

The most serious thing should be Dazai's waist, and there are still bruises and pinches, which at first glance really make people feel a little scary.

However, this can't be too much to blame, on the contrary, it was Dazai who brought it on himself.

She was not like other little girls who like to restrain themselves, and she likes to tease and say a few words when she has nothing to do.If it was normal, he could still pretend he didn't hear, but in the situation last night, Dazai's teasing seemed to add fuel to the fire.

Nakaya lingered on Dazai's waist for a few moments, and suddenly he was suddenly seduced by her again, and then threw a set of white house clothes on Dazai's face, speaking with a bit of exasperation towards himself , "You wear it yourself!"

After Dazai got dressed and washed, the lunch was brought over.Dazai lay on the dining table watching Nakaya fiddling with the tableware, his curly hair drooping weakly on his head, and his small appearance really looked a bit miserable.

"Why don't you eat it?" Zhong also glanced at the lunch box, he remembered that the omelet rice here was quite good, and he had been praised by Dazai before.

Dazai looked at him wearily, "I can't eat."

"Why can't you eat?" Zhong also frowned, it's been a long time since he hasn't eaten, "Are you feeling unwell?"

"Yeah." Dazai nodded seriously, "I can't lift my hands, I need someone to feed me."

"..."

Nakaya picked up his chopsticks again, stopped bothering Dazai who suddenly "sick" and began to eat seriously by himself, letting Dazai do what he wanted to do next to attract his attention, but he didn't even respond.

"Chuya, let me tell you a story." When Dazai spoke, his eyes were still fixed on Chuya, and it seemed that he was very eager for the other party to give her a response. "There is such a beautiful and weak delicate flower. After a night of wind and rain, he woke up in the morning and was ignored!

"Not even pouring water!"

Zhong also was annoyed by her non-stop chatter, and started to say something, "Didn't I pour you a glass of water and put it on the bed in the morning?"

"..."

Although he opened his mouth, Zhong·Steel Straight Man Ye's performance might as well not have spoken.

"Poor." Dazai's expression cracked for a moment, "Miss Jiaohua said, she is such a miserable flower."

"?" Chuya looked at her, and he understood when he compared himself to a delicate flower, but he didn't understand why Dazai still called himself pitiful?

"...Not only is it pitiful, Miss Jiaohua also said that she is about to get angry!"

Naka is also black-faced, but Dazai is playing role-playing on the rise at the moment, and he has no way to stop her.Fearing that Dazai would arrange some messy villain status for himself in the future, Chuya asked helplessly, "Then what do you think I should do, Miss Jiaohua?"

"Now you still have a chance to make amends."

"what chance?"

Dazai opened his mouth, pointed to the omurice on the table, "Feed me." After going around for a long time, she finally returned to her original purpose.

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In the afternoon, Zhongya was called out by Mori Ogai, saying that he had an important task entrusted to him.But on the phone, he was vague and didn't say anything clearly. Before Chuya left, he always thought that it was Mori Ogai who was asking him to pay for skipping work today.

Dazai stayed at home.

No one was looking for her, and she was left alone.It just so happens that she has a sore back and back pain, and it's not suitable for her to go out.Watching Chuya leave, Dazai went back to the bedroom and slept wrapped in a blanket.

This sleep was in the early morning, and she was awakened by the sound of the door opening.

Dazai touched the bed next to him, it was still cold.With her pulsating temples, she saw a figure approaching in a haze, "...Chuya?"

For some reason, her whole body was so weak that even her voice sounded weak.

"Hmm." Zhong also deliberately lowered his voice, and then took off his coat.

"Don't turn on the lights?"

"It won't open." Zhong also quickly changed into his pajamas, didn't go to wash up, and lay on the bed directly.When the quilt was lifted, a little heat escaped and a lot of cold air entered.

Dazai felt even more uncomfortable.

It stands to reason that the temperature in late June should already be very high. Even in the early morning, ordinary people will only feel cool and comfortable, and it is absolutely impossible to feel cold.

Habitually pulled Dazai Pa into his arms, only found something wrong in this embrace, Dazai's whole body was hot, he touched her forehead, it was indeed a sign of fever.

During the drowsy period, Dazai was awakened by the sporadic voices in the room again, she subconsciously turned around to see what was wrong, but was held down by someone in the next second, "Don't move, you still Hanging water!"

Hang water?

It’s okay not to mention this, but when Dazai talked about it, he felt uncomfortable all over his body, because he sweated a lot, his body was sticky, and his hair was wet on her face.

Zhong also brushed her hair together and smoothed it behind her ears.

"Excuse me doctor, I won't send you out if I can't do without here." He looked up at the white coat at the door and said, after finding out that Dazai was sick, Nakaya had to torment the doctor at the port Mafia in the middle of the night , hurried over to give Dazai a drip, "Just close the door when you leave."

The room was quiet again, Chuya turned off the headlights in the bedroom, turned the lamp on the bedside to the darkest setting, and sat on the edge of the bed.

Because he had to wait for the two bottles of fluid to be transfused, Chuya couldn't sleep now.

Dazai's face was more haggard than usual, and his lips were also pale, as if he lost a lot of vitality all of a sudden.Although she was always clamoring to commit suicide and was injured every now and then, her vitality was always as tenacious as a grass in a rock, that's why Nakaya always said that her success rate of suicide was lower than the chance of winning the lottery.

In Chuya's memory, this was the first time Dazai had seen him like this.

After waiting for more than two hours, the two infusion bottles, one big and one small, were finally finished. Chuya carefully pulled out the needle, and casually threw the empty bottle and needle on the bedside table. bed.

Because he was afraid that Dazai would not sweat enough, Nakaya didn't lift her quilt, and directly rolled up the quilt and brought her into his arms.

It was almost four o'clock in the morning.

Zhong also really didn't have much energy, and fell asleep within 2 minutes of lying on the bed.

Dazai woke up for a moment when he made such a move, and then felt Chuuya's familiar breath, and in a daze, she smelled something of him, it was fragrant, not like the laundry detergent that Zhongye often used fragrance.

It's a bit like women's perfume... She seems to have smelled this smell somewhere.

Because her mind was still dazed, before Dazai could think of where she smelled this perfume, she fell into sleep again.