After becoming a blood clan, he did everything possible to seek death

Oz instinctively grabbed Dazai, standing in front of him but didn't know what to say.

Dazai was already slightly taller than himself, and Oz remembered this for no reason.

Dazai lowered his head slightly, short soft hair hung on both sides of his cheeks, their fluffy appearance made Dazai look a bit sloppy, but more it softened Dazai's edges and corners.

His hands were in his pockets, revealing a piece of bandage tied around his wrist, which for no reason gave Ozzy the illusion that the person in front of him was actually very weak.

In fact, as early as I don’t know when, the simple wish of “wanting Dazai to return to a human being” has quietly turned into “wanting Dazai to be happy”.Everything he did—tolerating Dazai to a great extent, taking Dazai on a trip, meeting their mutual friends—just wanted Dazai to get out of the gloomy mood that would appear if he didn't pay attention.

But judging from the current situation, he didn't do well.

Ozzy grasped Dazai's hand with some force, but Dazai remained calm and just looked at Ozzy indifferently.

Until the salesperson, who thought there was some conflict between the two of them, came over and asked them if they needed help.

"Sorry." Ozzy was startled, took half a step back, and let go of his hand.

Only then did he notice that Dazai had brought him to the movie theater.

As if nothing happened just now, Dazai flung his windbreaker coolly, leaned against the counter, and asked with his face propped up if there were any movies worth watching recently.

Without Ozzy's careful observation, he could see that the cheeks of the two ladies standing behind the counter were flushed the moment Dazai approached.

Oz: "..."

Thinking about it carefully, Dazai really seems to be the type that can make women feel distracted.

Oz was speechless, and walked to Dazai's side unnaturally. He didn't pay attention to what was written on the poster, and just pointed to the movie that occupied the largest page.

He tied the long hair that had fallen to his face and tied it behind his shoulders. When he looked up, he realized that the two young ladies were covering their mouths and exclaiming in a low voice.

They leaned together, looking at the poster, then at Oz.

"It turns out that Ozzy likes to watch this type of movie." Even Dazai's expression was a little surprised.

Oz was at a loss and looked at the poster carefully.

The name of the movie is quite normal, but the light of the whole set of posters is relatively dim, and the light source of the picture is only a window in the dark, but when Ozzy observes carefully, he finds that there is a half-dressed man sitting by the window. women!

The woman crossed her legs, and in the darkness under her feet, many hands stretched out, and they supported the woman's calves, trying to climb up.

Oz: "!"

If you look at it this way, there seems to be something wrong!

Just as he was about to say to change to another movie, Dazai had already started asking the girls what kind of movie it was.

The two ladies looked at each other, and their faces became even more rosy: "Yes, it's the story of stepmother and stepson."

Before Oz could breathe a sigh of relief, Dazai had already understood what the girls were saying. The corner of his mouth curled up, and he cast a playful glance in Oz's direction, and continued to ask: "There is only one stepson. ?”

"One, one," the young lady swallowed her saliva and smiled shyly. "There are also stepmother and father, stepson and mother, stepson and sister... and so on, but the main ones are stepson and stepmother."

It sounded like some kind of strange code, Ozzy glanced at the small print on the bottom of the poster calmly, the words "suspense story" and "family love" were marked in red, presumably this is the theme of the movie .

It's just a suspenseful story about family love, why did Dazai laugh so ambiguously?

"Sir, do you need popcorn?" Another lady's voice was small, and she pushed the menu in front of Ozzy.

The petite woman and her companion tweaked each other for a while before she continued to add: "However, our cash register system is temporarily broken. If the husband wants to buy something, we need to add each other's contact information first, and then through Online transfer purchase."

The high-end operation made Ozzy a little stunned. He does have a mobile phone, but the only functions he uses are making calls and looking up information online?

What is the operation of transfer purchase?

The woman's hopeful gaze made Ozzy a little confused about how to refuse. She looked as if she especially wanted Ozzy to buy her popcorn.

Probably because no one buys it?

"There's no need for popcorn," Dazai refused Ozzy with a smile, and naturally put his hand on Ozzy's waist, pulling him to his side, "Let's have a cold drink."

"A cup?" The petite woman was a little dazed, and she and her companion looked at each other.

Dazai nodded, held Ozzy tighter, and said, "Well, one cup is enough, we can drink together."

"Then, do you need two straws?"

"One straw will do."

"Is that so... Hahaha, the relationship between the two of you is really close." The two women laughed a little stiffly, and couldn't take their eyes off Dazai's hand.

The petite woman still didn't give up, she asked Ozzy in a soft voice: "Are you two brothers? They don't look alike."

"Not brothers." Dazai tilted his head on Ozzy's head, laughing wildly, "Maybe it's the relationship between stepson and stepfather?"

Oz thought about it carefully. When Dazai was on the train before, he used oranges to hint that he wanted to be his father. Unexpectedly, Dazai had such a bad attitude at this time!

Just as he was about to refute, Dazai pressed his raised index finger to his lips.

"I'm a stepson, and you are a stepfather," he smiled secretly, "just like in the movie."

I always feel that Dazai is implying something...

Oz was led by him to the direction of the screening hall.

"Didn't you say that you will be commissioned by Mr. Hanakou?"

"This is his commission. Let's experience the feeling of watching a movie as a couple in advance, and then make a detailed itinerary for the flower bag."

"Is this like this?"

Behind them, the smiles of the two ladies were extremely ugly.

God knows why a good-looking man is always surrounded by another good-looking man.

It's still the kind of people who come to watch romantic action movies and have to drink together.

"But the tall one looks so handsome when he swears sovereignty."

"It's just that the long-haired gentleman doesn't seem to realize what's going on."

The place Dazai bought was a compartment in the last row, in which a bed and two pillows were exaggeratedly placed, surrounded by baffles, and at least five meters away from the seat next door.

Ozzy hadn't seen the movie, so he wondered why they had a bed but only seats in the front row. Dazai explained that he bought a VIP seat. People sit and watch a movie together, maybe they will pass out because of social fear before watching it for 2 minutes.

"Besides, doesn't he like to go out with the quilt on?" Dazai lay down on the bed first, and patted the pillow, "Don't you think it matches this bed well?"

"It seems to be right." Oz still felt that something was wrong, but now that he had entered the screening room, he could only sit on the other side of the bed cautiously.

The development of things changed drastically after the opening 3 minutes of the movie.

In a movie marked as "Story of Suspense", two white flesh/bodies appeared in such a short time as the opening 3 minutes, they were up and down, doing regular movements.

Oz didn't react at first, but after hearing Dazai's muffled laughter beside him, he realized what shameful things the two humans on the screen were doing!

Dazai's eyes were reflected by the white light on the screen/glowed faintly, and the light in the auditorium was very dark, but this could not stop the blood clan from catching his prey in the dark - Oz was sure that Dazai must be planning to see his own joke!

With legs crossed up and down, Dazai leaned on the pillow, feeling the stiffness of the people around him with satisfaction.

He counted silently in his heart.

"3."

"2."

"1."

Then, the movie that was playing turned into darkness.

A slightly cold hand stood in front of him, completely covering the movie that was doing strange things.

Ozzy was furious, with a hint of shyness that couldn't be concealed: "Don't look!"

Dazai laughed, "So you know what they are doing."

"I'm not a child, how could I not know!" Oz covered Dazai's eyes, pursed his lips, and his eyes flickered around.

But at this time, Dazai became dishonest again: "But the movies are all fake, they seem to be doing that kind of thing, but when filming, they actually use transparent tape to bind the lower body/body, and then Pretending to be—"

Dazai's mouth was covered by the other hand before he could finish his "kind" popular science.

"You! Don't speak!" Oz lowered his voice.

Laughter came from Dazai's throat. He stretched out his hand and pulled Ozzy down above him, imitating Ozzy's movements, and also covered Ozzy's eyes.

In order to be able to speak, Dazai stuck out the tip of his tongue and hooked Oz's palm.

Oz, whose eyes were pitch black: "!!"

"Ahem," Dazai's voice sounded full of a smile, "If I'm not allowed to watch, then you won't be allowed to either."

"Who wants to see something like this!"

"You, didn't you point to this movie to watch?"

"I--"

Oz was interrupted.

What interrupted him was a voice from behind, that is, from the screen.

The woman's scream and the man's muffled snort felt extremely refreshing, followed by bursts of panting.

It sounds like they're going to have another episode.

If the eyes are blocked, the hearing will be infinitely magnified.

Ozzy felt a numbness in his back, Dazai pressed his neck, and brought him in front of Dazai.

The breathing was blended together, none of them paid attention to the content on the screen, but if there was a third person present, the third person would definitely look at these two guys with strange eyes-their postures were the same as at this time The gestures on the screen are surprisingly similar.

It's a pity that no one noticed this.

The hand covering Oz's eyes was moved to his ears.Ozzy's body trembled imperceptibly, and Dazai's soft fingertips were kneading his earlobe.

"Hands are cold, but it's warm here."

Dazai's voice sounded a little hoarse.

Maybe it's because the air conditioner is turned too low, and the body temperature of the blood race is already low. Ozzy instinctively doesn't want Dazai to see his expression, so he can only maintain his posture and stubbornly block Dazai's eyes with his palm.

He hesitated and asked, "Do you feel cold?"

Dazai replied, "A little bit."

"Then you relax, I'll be far away from you."

"No," Dazai refused solemnly, he pinched Ozzy's ear, "it won't feel cold if you touch it here."

Oz wanted to ask Dazai if he was playing tricks on him again, but the question was already on his lips but he couldn't say it anyway.He could only struggle weakly, being carried by Dazai's strength, he pressed his side face against Dazai's chest.

The heartbeat sounded like a drum.

Along with Dazai's sideways movement of his head, Ozzy felt an itch on his wrist. He couldn't see what Dazai had done, but felt that the itch was amplified to his whole body by Dazai's heartbeat.

Weird feeling.

Dazai lowered his voice: "Can I touch your fangs?"

"!" Oz was about to open his mouth to refuse, when he felt Dazai's finger touching his lips.

While talking to himself, while doing these impolite things, Ozzy wanted to struggle, but the speed at which Dazai broke through his defense was really amazing.

"At first I wanted to recommend this film to Huadai, but this kind of plot will probably stimulate his fragile virgin heart."

"Why don't you think about something else?"

Saying so, Dazai's eyes regained their light.

Ozzy's face was rosy, and he was trying to get up from him.His wrist was grabbed by Oz, but his index finger had already penetrated through the crack of his lips, and was bitten by the vampire, unable to go any further.

but it does not matter.

Dazai has a plan in mind.

"Doesn't Ozzy care if this movie irritates me?"

He asked himself.

"Because that kind of thing has already been with Ozzy..."

Oz's eyes widened, Dazai's unfinished words were automatically completed by his brain.

The momentary shock even made him forget the movement of avoiding Dazai.

When the irresistible numbness came from his mouth, he could only arch his back and fell on Dazai's body, and then he rolled over and crushed him under him.

It took all of Oz's strength to keep the fangs from stabbing Dazai.

He gasped heavily, and liquid began to secrete uncontrollably from under his tongue.

"Do it again?" In the movie, the man's deep and hoarse voice made Ozzy dazed for a while, and he couldn't even tell whether the sentence was from the movie or Dazai's voice.

And when Dazai's fingers moved away, covered with a layer of warm and moist touch, Oz had no time to care about who said that sentence.

The intense/hot and fiery/hot entanglement took away all of Oz's sanity.

Dazai's voice came near and far away in his ears.

"One, Oz lied to you the first time he took Dazai away."

"Second, the first one is to lie to you."

"Guess which one is true?"

Dazai looked at Oz with a smile, his forehead was wet with sweat, he was taken aback, and felt the strength from his neck.

Ozzy had his arms around his neck and was pulling him down.

Those eyes exuded scarlet light, charming and tempting in the dark, but the owner of the eyes was in a state of confusion at the moment.

He opened his mouth, and he could vaguely see the tongue/tip sticking out.

Oz couldn't think, and instinctively sent himself to the person in front of him.

"..." Dazai narrowed his eyes dangerously, "It seems that you don't have time to guess my answer."

"Ok?"

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Look at his sincerity, don't give the poor man a razor blade

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