Zaizafang

The door slammed shut.

Osamu Dazai had no choice but to swallow the last bit of biscuit, fell down on the bed with a snap, and continued to be in a daze in the dark.

Absolute darkness is actually a kind of torture. There is no sound, no picture, energy will be doubled, and he can't continue to sleep.

It seems that this kind of punishment has existed before.

He didn't know how long Fyodor wanted to keep him locked up, maybe it would be all right when his anger subsided.

But I also feel that it is a beautiful and ridiculous fantasy for Fyodor to calm down. After all, he has done so many excessive things.

Osamu Dazai closed his eyes and began to let go.

……

The door opened again.

For a moment, Osamu Dazai felt that this was his own hallucination. In his mind, only 3 minutes should have passed. 3 minutes, short enough for him to hum the song of dying for love a few times in his heart.

But Osamu Dazai sat up quickly and wiped away the decadent expression on his face: "Fei Jia."

"Fyodor?"

Fyodor came over with a blank face, bent down and grabbed him by the collar, and pulled him out with an attitude of not refusing.

Osamu Dazai stumbled and was dragged away by him until he reached the door. He felt that he was about to be strangled by the collar, so he grabbed the door frame with one hand, and grabbed Fyodor's hand with the other to make him stop. down.

"Fetya... what are you going to do?"

I really can't blame Osamu Dazai for thinking too much, this action now seems to sweep him out of the house, if there is a bit of snow outside, the atmosphere will be even more satisfying.

Osamu Dazai looked at Fyodor eagerly, almost wagging his tail on the spot to show his pity.

"..."

Fyodor looked away, his fingers landed on Osamu Dazai's wrist, pinching him and dragging him away.

Osamu Dazai vividly demonstrated what is called a cat-mao-resisting face.

So Fyodor sighed softly, and turned to coax the cat in a gentle tone: "Just go take a bath."

Mao Mao was full of disbelief.

Fyodor was about to laugh out loud, he didn't seem to have seen a guy who lived in a small dark house and was addicted.After doing this, he felt a little better, and really comforted the slaughter with a soft tone: "It's really just to take a bath."

……

"If you want to do it, you are too dirty."

……

Pushing Osamu Dazai with a silly expression into the simple bathroom, Fyodor adjusted the temperature of the hot water. The only advantage of the Japanese countryside compared with the Russian countryside is that the temperature is not so cold, the conditions are still complete, and the water pipes are frozen. The possibility of cracking is greatly reduced.

Of course it's a shower, there is no such thing as a bathtub that can easily breed bacteria, and he doesn't like to use other people's second-hand bathtubs.

"Dazai-kun, your brain should still remember how to take a bath, right?" Fyodor looked up at Dazai who was in a daze. The other party seemed to have left his brain at the door of the basement, and he just stared at him stupidly.

"Oh--"

And make some silly responses.

Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand to undo the buttons of his suit, pulled them one by one from top to bottom, and looked at Fyodor with his eyes. neckline.

His eyes are cautious, but his actions are bold.

After realizing that Fyodor didn't immediately refuse him to unbutton his shirt, Osamu Dazai almost immediately stood up.

When it comes to courting Fyodor—especially in bed—Osamu Dazai is a skilled player.He turned on the water, pulled Fyodor's hand in the misty water vapor, kissed the knuckles and fingertips, carefully and slowly stroked the skin on the inside of the wrist, felt the throbbing blood vessels, and followed the direction of the blood all the way up.

very patient.

Kissing all the way to the corner of the mouth, Fyodor pressed the back of his hand to make him stop.

Osamu Dazai stopped almost instantly, as if he was expecting such a stop to happen.Nervous, well-behaved a little outrageous.

"Can we wash together?"

Only then did he ask a question that was too late and almost nonsense.

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(self hypnosis)