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After treatment again and again, Hanako is at least not in the state of ignorance of the other party as before.

His name is Ryunosuke Akutagawa, and he has lived a life of scrambling and fighting in the slums since he can remember.

Although it is very unscientific, the kind-hearted Hanako can't help but sympathize with his life experience.

After all, when he was protected by his parents and lived a carefree life, Ryunosuke Akutagawa might be desperately trying to get a piece of food in a corner of the slum.

But it's all about living.

And to be honest, Akutagawa Ryunosuke seems to have done nothing except for breaking two pieces of glass in his house.

If there is any difference in his life, it is that the business of the supermarket has improved a lot since he met Ryunosuke.

Could it be that Ryunosuke has a special prosperous physique?

Strange knowledge was added.

On the last day at the end of the month, Hanako is receiving customers and clearing all the accounting information for this month.

The figures calculated in the end were higher than his turnover in any previous month. It is no wonder that Hanako thinks in the direction of metaphysics.

After sending away the last customer, Hanako also closed the supermarket and prepared to go home.During this period of time, his life seems to have returned to the previous two points and one line. After careful calculation, the last time he met Ryunosuke seems to have been 8 days ago.

The 8 days is not long or short, but it is a bit long compared with the time before when I came to receive treatment.

It was so long that even Hanako was a little worried that the other party was accidentally beaten to death when she went out, so she didn't come.

But obviously his worry was unnecessary. When he saw that the neatly placed foot pads were lying on the ground crookedly before going out, and there was even a corner sticking out of it, he knew that Ryunosuke was coming again.

Hanako squatted down to rearrange the floor mats and then took out the key from her pocket to open the door and enter the house.

The moment the door was opened, the pungent smell of blood came over the face, Hanako frowned, and unexpectedly looked at Ryunosuke who was sitting on the ground covered in blood.

Seeing this Hanako's resentment has subsided somewhat, it's okay, it seems that Ryunosuke still remembers the last time he complained about the troublesome cleaning of the blood on the sofa cover.

But that's all.

Hanako looked away on her own, put on her slippers calmly, picked up Wuqi who greeted him at the door, and walked into the bedroom.

Although she didn't look at it, Hanako could feel Ryunosuke's eyes following his movements.

Until the door panel completely separates the two people.

As soon as the door was closed, Hanako broke away from the previous state of pretending to be calm. Although she looked handsome when she gave Ryunosuke a face just now, she now looks very embarrassed.

Hanako knew why he was unhappy, but while feeling unhappy, he also felt that he had no position.

After all, for Ryunosuke, maybe he is just a person who will be used only when needed.

Hanako was sulking alone, angry at why she had to worry about him like a fool during this time.

But he couldn't do it if he continued to leave the injured Ryunosuke outside, Hanako sat on the bed and punched the pillow angrily, and finally stood up obediently to treat Ryunosuke.

The bedroom door was opened, and Ryunosuke looked over again.

Before Hanako could find an excuse to explain her behavior when she just entered the bedroom, Akutagawa frowned and said, "What are you doing?"

Hanako's thoughts were disturbed, and then a grievance and anger rushed into her heart.He was worried about him at home these days, but the first sentence he met now asked him what he was up to

Hanako stared back forcefully, "Why are you here after so many days!"

Akutagawa stepped on the thunder accurately, "Didn't you see that I was injured."

Seeing Ryunosuke's natural look, Hanako became even more angry, "I have no obligation to provide you with treatment."

Akutagawa stopped talking, his eyes were fierce like a murderous knife.

Hanako, who was gradually lowering his head, was a little timid at this time, but the man's face problem still supported him to continue, but he stammered, "Very, is it strange, doctors never treat patients for free Go ahead. I’ve been treating you for free for so long and it’s already good enough, don’t push yourself too far!” Hanako shouted out this sentence holding back her breath.

Akutagawa's gaze was firmly fixed on Hanako's opening and closing mouth, "It's over."

Akutagawa's bland reaction was beyond Hanako's expectation. In his imagination, the other party should be more furious.

Hanako's courage seemed to have been consumed too much in the previous paragraph. He lowered his head and stared at his own toes, losing the courage to look at each other, "Um... finished."

It's just that the eyes can choose not to look, but the ears can report back to Hanako what happened in the living room.

Akutagawa climbed up with his hands on the ground, and then walked slowly but firmly towards Hanako step by step.

The blood-soaked palm pinched Hanako's face, which was still a little sticky, "Repeat what you just said to me."

Even if Hanako had lent ten more courage to this scene, he would not dare to say it, his eyes wide open because of fear just looked at Akutagawa like this.

"Don't tell me?" Akutagawa rubbed his thumb over Hanako's moist lips, and the pink lips were instantly soaked red with blood, "Then I'll pretend you didn't say anything."

As soon as he finished speaking, he came up to hold the bright red.

Hanako blinked, looking at the suddenly enlarged face in front of her, as if she hadn't reacted yet.

Akutagawa gradually closed the hand around Hanako's waist, opened his slightly closed eyes, the deep eyes seemed to suck him in.

Hanako was dizzy all over, not knowing what was going on right now.

Akutagawa: "If you don't work, I will bite you."

Hanako:......!!!

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