My baby tamer can't be the leader

Picking clothes is indeed a hard job, especially for someone like me who has a lot of patience... It's really painful and happy!

Pain because it's troublesome, joy because I'm a narcissist... I've always been honest about this.

Dazai, on the other hand, seemed to be playing with Oo Nuan, he stuffed me with clothes with great interest under my dazed eyes, and slapped me with rainbow farts in different ways along the way.

After repeating this countless times, I went to the Internet to look for lighters with a blank face... Sure enough, I should burn that troublesome invitation letter!Frustrated!

In short, after I finally finished picking out the clothes, I immediately hugged the clothes like a salted fish and fell on the bench in the rest area, almost spitting bubbles there.

Dazai turned his head to the side and blinked at me, "Xiao Qi, do you want a knee pillow?"

After all, I grew up with him... Although the knee pillow is rarely done after college, even if it is mentioned now... it still feels a little natural.

"Keep a distance from me, thank you." I refused coldly, "We have already broken up an hour ago when you said the last one and then dragged me into the store downstairs. I am now Niu Gulu Qi! As the heir to the throne, the most important thing is to have no feelings!"

He lowered his usual inaccessible eyebrows and leaned back on the chair back with a rare look of laziness, like a cat stretching its limbs in the sun in the afternoon, sneaking towards Lean on my shoulder.

I was itchy all over by his fluffy hair, so I just held Dazai's head and let him lie down. Seeing him put on a smug smile again, I sighed and raised my hand to cover his amber eyes. Stone-like clear kite eyes, "...what are you worrying about, have you been forcing yourself to be so happy? Although the current life is indeed beyond my expectations...but generally speaking, it is still going well. development direction?"

His long eyelashes brushed against my palm, causing a little itchiness.

"It's okay, I've gotten used to it a long time ago... It's better to say that compared with before, it's so easy now that I can't believe it." He folded his hands on his lower abdomen, with a dignified posture as if he wasn't lying on the bed at the moment. On the bench in the shopping mall, it was like taking a private photo album in the sea of ​​flowers.

I moved my hand away, and played with the soft hair around Dazai's ear in a bored way. After twisting it around twice with my fingertips, he closed his eyes and teased in a weak tone, "Your Highness, the custom in our place is If your hair is touched, you must marry that person~"

"Just talk nonsense." I tugged at the end of his hair, and said angrily, "Don't change the subject, what else do you have to hide from me?"

"I didn't..." He trembled his eyelashes as if he was a little dazed, "It's just that there are some things... no one will believe it."

"...Are you trying to say that you are a snail girl?" I poked his cheek, "Not qualified."

"Hey?!" Dazai opened his eyes again, and asked me as he held my knuckles with great aggrievedness, "Why? I can do anything? Whether it's cleaning, cooking or warming—"

I covered his mouth before the terrible word came out, interrupting his performance, "Okay, okay, I know the snail girl."

The moment he became quiet again, I looked at the chandelier in the distance and said slowly, "If you don't want to speak... I will find the answer myself."

"...It's not that I don't want to." He answered me sullenly, "I just can't...Even if there is only a slight possibility, I can't..."

"Well, and thank you," I said.

"for what?"

"...You just want to help me choose clothes."

Dazai laughed softly, "That's right... This is the most basic bottom line, huh? Even I wouldn't do that."

What he and I were referring to was of course not such a trivial matter as picking clothes... but the attitude he showed when facing me.

If he just wants me to agree to him, there is actually a much more convenient and faster way than the present one...he just needs to distance himself from me.

People always care more about losing than gaining, especially for people like me who are used to maintaining the status quo, the fear of losing is far greater than the discomfort of moving forward...

I have never hesitated to admit what a despicable person I am, and I also accept my flaws openly... But knowing this, Dazai still chose a more laborious way to get close to me, just this matter , it has already made me feel emotional.

"If you don't even have such a bottom line, it's too sad." He let go of his hands and crossed his hands on his abdomen again, as if whispering, his voice gradually lowered, and he seemed to fall into a peaceful sleep after a while among.

Looking forward to the faint tiredness at the end of his eyes, I exhaled slowly.

It has to be said that Dazai did have a very bewitching face, especially when he closed his pair of kite eyes that were always vague and indistinguishable...that was originally when he was awake. The sense of distance that had always lingered around him like a shadow disappeared at this moment.

After skimming off all the sharp thorns and thorns that he deliberately decorated on my side, I suddenly realized that my former playmate has grown up now... The baby fat in my memory has long since faded, Now all that remains is an indescribably beautiful face.

...Maybe men shouldn't use the word beauty to describe it?

But I think Dazai does have a face with a particularly classic beauty charm, even the curvature of the eyebrows seems to have a story, delicate and fragile, which makes people heart-wrenching.

Until now, I suddenly had the feeling of 'ah, that's how it is, so I've known him for so long, so long that I didn't even notice the changes brought about by the years'.

...Of course, I am sure that this sudden, unique sense of pity for beautiful things will be destroyed the moment Dazai opens his eyes, no, within a few seconds after opening his eyes...

This is not because he no longer has this sense of beauty after opening his eyes, but in most cases, he will not allow this side of himself to be shown in front of others... Compared to other people's malice, he will not deal with it What about other people's kindness, this guy.

...But why would he push his feet even if I am soft-hearted!Bad cats who watch people order food!

I stared at him resentfully for a moment, but he also made me feel a little sleepy.

Especially when there is a steady source of heat coming from the lap, this sleepiness is even worse.

...It shouldn't matter if you squint for a while, right?There's nothing particularly urgent anyway... maybe?

……

When Dazai woke up, he was dazed for a rare moment, although the time was so short that it was almost negligible...but it was enough for him to start doubting himself.

When was the last time I slept outside without any defenses like this...?

It's just that he didn't get up in a hurry, but looked up at his lover who was also in a deep sleep... Ah, it must be a lover, even if it's not now, it will be soon——

Anyway, Xiaoqi, who is still asleep, has no way to refute, he can unilaterally reject all opinions.

The opponent put one hand on his side, and the other lightly rested on his shoulder as if he was worried that he would fall.

After noticing this, Dazai was slightly stunned... It was not so much his surprise that he was not awakened by the other party's actions, but rather a kind of certainty that he took for granted.

It's just... I don't really remember it.

He turned his eyes sideways and looked at the time displayed on the phone screen.

Because it took a long time to pick out clothes, and after resting like this for a while, it was almost past meal time.

Although Dazai didn't care about it at all, the other party... ah, but if the dinner time is later, then choose a place where the process is particularly long and has a sense of ceremony, and finally let the other party use the excuse that the time is too late. Is it okay to go and live with him?

She left so much time for her roommate, so what's the point of giving him some time!Obviously, he can do what her roommate can do, and he can do what the other party can't...

So, why do humans have social needs?Really.

Ah, it is impossible to say that there is no more wild imagination at all, and it is impossible for Dazai Osamu to control his brain like the most precise instrument at all times... Especially when compared with the past like this Wake up, the free time is simply plentiful and depraved... especially at this age.

But ah, compared to the momentary joy, like a mirror flower and a moon in water... He wanted more, and it was more excessive.

Although it is not impossible for Israel to serve people, even the appearance is an integral part of the existence of 'Dazai', and when he thinks that there are other 'Dazai' who are almost the same as him, he almost feels sick ...

And—although he doesn't care about this—but as his memory is full of 'you, a demon with a human skin', after meeting someone who really cares about him, he will occasionally be moved by similar words. Sleepy.

Obviously the part that is Mafia, and the part that followed Mori Ogai in the early years are clearly telling him that as long as the result is as he thinks, it is enough, and the means are not important...

But in that dream of getting along with friends, or those occasions over the years that made him dare not even take a breath, for fear that everything in front of him was just Nan Keyimeng's memory that really belonged to him...they all felt extremely strongly about this. He developed an almost unbearable sense of self-loathing.

What are these?Is it the part of him that is human?No kidding, that kind of thing... doesn't exist.

...Maybe he just...couldn't behave as badly in front of her.

Anyway, this kind of reason... is not important, right?