Miss Oda has something to say

In the quiet and indoor room, Oda Sakunosuke sat on the tatami and studied, with a cup of tea in front of her.Her arms were held by Osamu Dazai, and Osamu Dazai leaned on her shoulder.

A quiet and gentle voice permeated the room.

Dazai Osamu leaned on Oda Sakunosuke's shoulder, and seemed to be listening carefully to Oda Sakunosuke's reading.

After Oda Sakunosuke finished reading an article, his waist suddenly felt itchy. Oda Sakunosuke stopped reading, and then looked at her waist.

Her waist was embraced by two hands, those hands were pale and knuckles, they were a pair of men's hands, these were Osamu Dazai's hands.

The fingers of those hands were still twitching restlessly at the waist, up and down, left and right.Wrinkled the black shirt.

Oda Sakunosuke grabbed those hands.

Then she felt her palm being scratched twice, like a kitten's tongue, licking her palm lightly.

Osamu Dazai approached suddenly, and his warm breath sprayed on the side of his neck.

"you……"

you start!

Oda Sakunosuke looked at Osamu Dazai with a blank expression.

Then he took Dazai Osamu's hand away from her waist.

Osamu Dazai: "??"

This plot is wrong!

"Listen to my reading." Oda Sakunosuke glanced at Dazai Osamu, and then continued to study.

"Odasaku, my hands are cold." Osamu Dazai's voice sounded in his ear with a hint of coquettishness.

Oda Sakunosuke understood, and under Dazai Osamu's expectant gaze, he handed the teacup to Dazai Osamu.

"If your hands are cold, hold the cup and it won't be cold."

Oda Sakunosuke continued to study, and then Osamu Dazai put the cup on the table.

Osamu Dazai exerted a little force, the porcelain quilt touched the wooden tabletop, making a crisp sound, the tea in the cup swayed slightly, spilled a few drops, and dripped on the tabletop, leaving a few light-colored dots .

Oda Sakunosuke ignored Dazai Osamu and went to study by himself.

She found that the book was really well written, and she planned to borrow it from Quan Jinghua and read it carefully.

"No teacup, my hands are cold, cover it for me." Dazai Osamu reached out to Oda Sakunosuke's book, blocking Oda Sakunosuke's sight.

Oda Sakunosuke reluctantly took Dazai Osamu's hand.

From the palm came a slight coolness, which slowly soaked into the bottom of my heart.

Dazai Osamu's hand was bigger than Oda Sakunosuke's. Although he covered it, his fingertips were exposed.The nails are somewhat transparent, reflecting the light coming in from the window.

Oda Sakunosuke continued to read, but always felt that Osamu Dazai was looking at her, and his eyes were a little hot, which made Oda Sakunosuke almost unable to read the book.

"What have you been looking at me for?"

Osamu Dazai asked back, "Don't you want to do something else?"

Osamu Dazai gently scratched Oda Sakunosuke's palm with his fingers.

Oda Sakunosuke immediately understood: "Oh, you mean this."

Osamu Dazai was so happy that he took off his coat directly, leaving behind a small vest.

Then Oda Sakunosuke took out a pen and paper, and while reading a book, he wrote and drew on the paper.

Osamu Dazai: "??"

Odasaku, something is wrong with you.

While copying the book, Oda Sakunosuke talked to Osamu Dazai.

"You're right. You can't just read. I should copy the sentences that I think are well written."

Oda Sakunosuke looked at Osamu Dazai: "What are you doing undressing, don't you have cold hands?"

Osamu Dazai put on his coat silently.

"No... I just feel that my body is a little cold."