Me and Zhong also are playing each other again

I was also taken aback, and looked at Nakahara Chuya in astonishment. I really didn't expect him to be so...enthusiastic when he was drunk?

His fingers slid into mine domineeringly, but he turned away without looking at me, his ears were red.

My cheeks also became hot.

"Chuya-kun...?" I called out tentatively, "How much have you drunk?"

He was leading me to the living room, but he turned around suddenly, and I almost ran into his arms.

Zhong Yuanzhong also stretched out his finger and made a three-to-one wobbly gesture: "A little bit."

I:"…………"

Zhong Yuan also dragged me to the edge of the sofa, took off his top hat, put it on top of my head, and asked me, "Why are you... wearing a mask?"

I thought to myself that this is really drunk, he usually wouldn't ask such stupid questions.

"Because I have a cold." I adjusted my hat, "I'm afraid I'll infect you."

He said, "Oh."

I wanted to take off the hat and return it to him, but just as soon as I started, Nakahara Chuya's gaze was firmly glued to my wrist, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and the brows slowly frowned.

I was blessed to my heart, and put it back on my head: "Then can I continue to wear it?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also nodded slowly and seriously.

I got up.

After taking two steps, he grabbed me again: "Where are you going?"

I don't know if it's an illusion, but I feel my footsteps suddenly become heavy.

I explained: "Go to the kitchen and make you some hangover soup."

Zhong Yuan also stared at me carefully, and slowly let go of his hand.The pressure seemed to be removed from my body in an instant, and the heaviness just now was gone.

There are still a lot of ingredients for hangover soup, because I often get hangovers myself, so I have prepared a lot.

While I was waiting for the small pot to boil, I looked back, but Zhongya Nakahara was no longer on the sofa, and there was no sound at all.

I went to the living room: "Mr. Zhongye?"

He stood at the porch, bent over to look at my spell implement, a long knife with a reddish silver blade.

I:"…………"

Zhong Yuanzhong also picked up the handle of the knife: "This is very dangerous."

Of course it's dangerous, so don't move around!

Me: "...It's my brother's collection, give it to me."

He was very obedient and returned it to me carefully.I immediately ran back to the room and put it on the knife holder, and then rushed back as fast as possible, for fear that something would happen to Zhongyuanzhong.

Fortunately, he was back on the sofa, half lying in a rather uninhibited posture, with his tie half loose.

I sat next to him and asked, "Do you have a headache?"

Nakahara seemed to want to shake his head, but just halfway through this movement, he looked at me vigilantly, and then nodded instead.

I smiled: "What do you mean by shaking your head and nodding?"

Zhong Yuanzhong stopped talking, and his blue eyes were a little out of focus.I waited patiently for a while, and before he could say anything, I went to the kitchen and served him a small bowl of soup.

I put it on the coffee table and told him to dry it for a while before drinking it.

He had already covered his eyes with one hand, as if he was about to fall asleep.

In this state, I don't feel at ease if I let him go back alone.And I don't know the detailed address of his residence.

I got up and wanted to clean up the guest room, but the person who was resting with his eyes closed caught me again.

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned, his blue eyes fixed on me, as if he was very wronged: "Where are we going?"

I sighed: "Clean up the room for you, stay at my house to rest today, Zhongya-kun."

"Room, no need." He said, "Someone is waiting for me at the door."

I opened the curtains and took a closer look, and there was indeed a car parked at the gate of the courtyard.Because the sky was too dark, I couldn't see its low-key dark black body clearly.Looking down again, I saw a pair of porcelain blue eyes reflecting light in the night, and the cat was locked on the balcony.

I pushed open the sliding door and let the blue tea come in. It circled around my feet and patted my trouser legs affectionately with its fluffy tail.

So I knew it was hungry and gave it a cat strip.

I suddenly remembered that Zhongyuanzhong is also a cat pie. I walked over and handed him the cat strip: "Do you want to feed the cat?"

He blinked his moist blue eyes and drew out his voice: "—I don't like cats."

I:"……?"

"Cats are very annoying creatures." He counted the cat's sins one by one, "It's too aggressive and doesn't like to talk to people."

I:"……?"

This, what is this!Did you tell the truth after drinking?Didn't you say you were a cat pie before?

I didn't expect you to be such a Chuya-kun!

But Lan Cha seemed to like him quite a bit, jumped onto the sofa, approached him actively, sniffed his wrist lightly, and then rubbed it with her head.

Nakahara Chuya was still talking bad things about the cat slowly, but he stopped suddenly, his limbs were so stiff that he didn't know how to put his hands and feet.He stretched out his hand, as if he was afraid of accidentally hurting it, and finally just touched the top of its head lightly.

Me: "...Puff."

Blue Tea clung to him and sat in his arms.

This made Zhongyuan Zhong even more at a loss, he didn't dare to move at all, and looked at me for help, and the cat turned to look at me.

Both his and Lancha's eyes were bright and pure cobalt blue, as if to show off.

I immediately took out my phone and recorded the scene with my camera.

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't respond either: "...what are you doing?"

Me: "Take a picture."

"why?"

"Because you don't like cats." I acted out of courage, and said foolishly, "I'm going to call the police later and lock you up."

But Zhongyuan Zhongye was not fooled by me, and even made a disdainful nasal sound when he heard the word "call the police".

I asked, "You hate the police?"

He drooped his eyelids: "A bunch of useless guys."

It was the same in Sendai last time, he seemed very displeased with the police.

I felt a little bully and said, "Will you tell me everything I ask you?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at me cautiously: "...Impossible."

"Why not?" I pressed one leg on the sofa cushion, and slowly approached him, "Chuya-kun, you are hiding something from me."

Sure enough, he showed a slightly nervous expression, turned his head, and didn't dare to meet my gaze.

I am not a gentleman, I will take advantage of others' danger.

"Did you get my contact information a long time ago, but you don't want to find me?" I squeezed Zhongya Nakahara's jaw, exerted a little force with my fingers, and forced him to turn his head to look at me, "Mr. Zhongye, what's wrong with this matter?" , did you lie to me?"

He widened his eyes, stared blankly, then frowned, as if my words were very offensive, and showed me an expression that was both angry and sad.

"...No." Nakahara said very firmly but slowly, "I've been, looking for you...it's Shirase..."

He mumbled a name, a little aggrieved and a little sad.

I relented and decided not to bully him anymore.

I took the cat away from his arms: "The hangover soup is ready to drink."

Zhongyuan Zhongye still has this basic sense of judgment. He picked up the soup and drank it slowly spoon by spoon, but looked at me from time to time—and the blue tea in my arms.

I smoothed the cat's fur, and saw a comb on the coffee table, and said to Zhong Yuan Zhongya, "Pass me the comb."

He didn't seem to realize that he was talking to him, and his eyes remained motionless.

The comb is on the right side of Nakahara Chuya. I moved my lower body and passed my arm over him, trying to reach for the cat hair comb.

The distance was a little short, and as I leaned over, Lan Cha seemed to be crushed, and she resolutely walked out of my arms.I turned my head and wanted to get it back, but I met Nakahara Chuya's eyes.

So close to me, I could see his gradient blue irises.

Zhong Yuanzhong also turned his face sideways, the tip of his nose was almost touching the bridge of my nose, but fortunately I was still wearing a mask—even so, I could feel his scorching breath, and the faint smell of red wine spread, spread, and intruded my airway.

This second was dragged on for an extraordinarily long time, and my heart rebelliously shook my chest.

Zhong Yuanzhong also moved closer, and patted the corner of my lips through the mask.

His body temperature also passed over.

I backed away quickly and quickly, staring at him in disbelief.

As if he knew he had done something wrong, he looked away, and couldn't help but look at me quietly—as if he was the one who was secretly kissed.

"...Mr. Chuya."

I have mixed feelings.

But I thought about it and decided not to talk business to the drunk.

"Finish the soup and go back." I tried to calm my heartbeat, "It's very late now."

Zhongyuan Zhong also followed suit, without using a spoon, swallowed it in one gulp, and then showed me the smooth bottom of the bowl, as if asking for credit.

I read it very well: "It's amazing, Mr. Chuya."

He bent his eyes and smiled, the crescent moons were shining like a teenager.

It was late, and I sent him to the subordinate's car.

Taking a quick look at the model, it is a high-end car from Toyota, with a very low-key appearance, excellent performance and interior comfort.

It looks like a bus. I can't help but wonder what the main business of Zhongya Zhongya's company is. It doesn't look like ordinary rich...

……

He came to me again the next day.

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked disturbed.

"Yesterday..." He rarely stammered, and asked almost cautiously, "Did something happen...?"

I raised my eyebrows: "Are you broken?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also gave a muffled "hmm", explaining that he couldn't remember things clearly when he was drunk, and said that if he broke my furniture, he would compensate.Then he handed me a small box with a crystal rose brooch lying on the velvet cloth.

"I wanted to give you this yesterday, but I forgot," he said.

At first glance, it was worth a lot, and I was about to say no, but his eyes were stubborn.

Zhongyuan Zhong also said: "It's not expensive."

Then he asked, "Did I really not destroy your living room?"

I'm kind of curious what he was like when he was drunk.

I shook my head calmly: "No."

Zhong Yuanzhong also breathed a sigh of relief.

Me: "But you said you hate cats."

Chuya Zhongyuan: "!"

He panicked and said: "I... Taozhi, listen to me..."

This guilty look can't fool me.

I continued to laugh: "You still said you don't like me."

The panic on Zhongyuan Zhongye's face faded immediately, and turned into a firm and confident expression, his blue eyes fixed on me: "Impossible."

I was speechless now, I lowered my head, trying to put the velvet box in my pocket, and escape his sight briefly.

But the cardigan I'm wearing today doesn't have a pocket inside or outside.

"Taozhi." He softly interrupted my evasion, "...OK, can you date me?"