The right way to polish a diamond

Two big men in their 20s who were three and a half years old took a bath and got water all over the floor.If it weren't for thinking about dinner, I don't know how long they would spend in the bathroom.

When the doorbell rang, Zhong Yuanzhong also rubbed his half-dry hair, put the hair dryer back in place, walked out of the bathroom and opened the door.

When Osamu Dazai came out, the staff had already left, and there were candlesticks and roses on the table besides dinner.

Dazai raised an eyebrow.

Zhong Yuan was also sitting at the dining table, wearing a red bathrobe, resting his chin with one hand, his blue eyes reflecting the candlelight.He looked at Dazai with a smile in his eyes.

Because the hair was not dry, the orange-red hair was not bundled up, and it hung on one shoulder, showing a rare softness.

Osamu Dazai walked towards Nakahara Nakaya, sat down opposite him, stretched out his white hands from the cuffs of his blue yukata, and tidied his napkin.

He turned his eyes around the candles and roses, and said casually, "The service of this hotel is very attentive."

Zhong Yuanzhong also raised the corners of his mouth slightly.He picked up his glass and glanced at Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai also picked up his glass.

The walls of the two wine glasses touched lightly, making a crisp sound.

The mellow wine poured into his mouth, and Zhongyuan Zhong also squinted his eyes in enjoyment.

Osamu Dazai put down his wine glass, took a knife and fork to cut off a piece of beef and stuffed it into his mouth, commenting, "It tastes really good."

"Really?" Nakahara Chuya picked up a knife and fork to taste a piece of beef, and nodded with satisfaction.

Candlelight, roses, fine wine, delicious food, and even the faint sound of music surrounding the room.

Dazai Osamu took the last bite, wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, looked at Nakahara Chuya with a half-smile, and joked, "Chuya also said that he doesn't hold grudges."

Nakahara Chuya instantly understood what Dazai Osamu meant.He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Think romantic enough?"

Osamu Dazai looked at the room pretending to be critical, without hiding the smile on his lips, "Let's just force it."

Zhong Yuanzhong also nodded lightly, with a bit of teasing in his eyes, and said, "This needs to be booked."

Osamu Dazai looked at the smile on Nakahara Chuya's face, rolled his eyes, and revealed a meaningful smile, "Oh."

The two looked at each other silently, but their bodies revealed an aura of reluctance to admit defeat, staring at each other intently, out of tune with the surrounding romantic scenes.

Osamu Dazai raised his wine glass again, and asked with a casual expression, "Is this the end of Chuya's program?"

"It's just the practice of this hotel." Nakahara Nakaya followed Dazai Osamu for a drink.

Osamu Dazai's eyes fell on Chuya Nakahara, "Really?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also answered without changing his face, "Of course."

Osamu Dazai calmly showed a confident smile, "Chuya is now capable of telling lies, but it's a pity that he still can't lie to me."

"What did I lie to you for?" Zhong Yuanzhong was also a little guilty, "This hotel is originally a love hotel, isn't it normal to prepare this kind of service?"

"Ah," Osamu Dazai repeated with a triumphant smile on his face, "Love Hotel."

Central Plains Chuya...

His face showed 'Damn it, lost! ''s vivid expression.

Osamu Dazai's smile widened, and he said cheerfully, "Hey! Is Chuka too shy? There's no need for it! I understand it!"

"What do you understand?!" Zhong Yuan raised his hand and stroked his hair that had been completely dried, half covering his flushed face.

Osamu Dazai reached out and took out a rubber band and shook it in front of Nakahara Nakaya, and then dodged when Nakahara Nakaya reached out his hand.

Nakahara Chuya "Osamu Dazai!"

"Don't be so irritable!" Dazai Osamu said leisurely, "Couldn't such a romantic environment make Chuuya calm down?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also rolled his eyes, folded his arms around his chest, and said angrily, "I'm irritable because of you!"

"Chuya said I'm going to be shy." Osamu Dazai blinked and got up from the chair.

Nakahara looked at Osamu Dazai approaching, "You are so shy!"

"Chuya actually swears, big sister will not be happy." Dazai Osamu walked behind Nakahara Chuya, and stretched out his hands to brush his orange-red hair.

Nakahara Chuya relaxedly entrusted his hair to Dazai Osamu, and warned, "If you dare to act like a monster, I will beat you!"

"I'm so scared!" Osamu Dazai said with a smile, his ten fingers interspersed in the orange-red hair, and the orange-red hair was entangled with the slender white fingers, showing a bit of lingering. "Chuya's hair is of good quality, it doesn't look like he's going bald."

"Ah?" Nakahara Zhong also said doubtfully, "Why am I bald?"

Osamu Dazai sighed, "Chuya is a workaholic." He said sadly, "Look at Mr. Mori, look at Ango, I'm worried about how good Chuya's hairline is?"

Nakahara couldn't help recalling the hairlines of Mori Ogai and Sakaguchi Ango, feeling irrefutable, and even faintly worried.

"No way..." Nakahara Chuya said with some hesitation, "Mr. Hirotsu's hairline is fine, isn't it?"

He recalled his colleagues at the port Mafia, and found that most of them had fairly good hairline heights, so his tone gradually became more reasonable, "Isn't Kunikida's hairline also fine?"

"Maybe it's just because Kunikida-kun hasn't reached that age yet." Dazai Osamu said in a sad tone, his hands moving constantly, "Maybe it will be more than ten years, no, according to Kunikida-kun's worries, maybe it will only be a few years." , his hairline will also face an irreversible crisis."

Chuya Nakahara was silent for a moment, and said matter-of-factly, "If Kunikida becomes bald after a few years, you must be responsible for it."

"What is Chuya talking about?" Osamu Dazai said in a relaxed tone, pretending to be puzzled, "I'm not flat. Isn't Chuya's hairline still healthy after being with me for so long?"

He withdrew his hand and admired his masterpiece.

Zhong Yuan Zhong also raised his hand to touch his hair? ? ?

This feeling...

He took a deep breath and looked at his reflection on the glass's wall.

"Too! Slaughter! Rule!" Zhongyuan Zhong also suddenly became violent.

Osamu Dazai was well prepared and ran away, laughing heartily, "Chuya is so cute!"

Nakahara Nakahara, who wore a braid, resolutely chose the latter between immediately removing his hair and beating Dazai Osamu.

The two circled around the house three times, ending with Nakahara Nakaya pinning Osamu Dazai on the bed.

Nakahara sat on Osamu Dazai and pressed him down, gritted his teeth and glared at him, as if he was wondering where to start.

"Pfft!" Osamu Dazai lay on his back and couldn't help laughing when he saw Nakahara Nakaya's hairstyle was messier than before.

Zhong Yuanzhong also clenched his fists, his cheeks flushed.

"Don't be angry, Chuya!" Osamu Dazai quickly covered his face and said innocently, "I'm just helping Chuya try a new hairstyle."

Zhong Yuanzhong also sneered, killing people, "Your hobbies are more and more similar to Mr. Mori."

The corner of Dazai Osamu's mouth twitched, and he said disgustedly, "You don't want to control the portrait with that young girl! Is he not satisfied with changing Alice's clothes now?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also corrected, "No, it was Alice who braided the leader."

Osamu Dazai imagined that scene and felt that his brain was dirty.

He said painfully, "China will also compensate me!"

Nakahara also snorted, looked at Osamu Dazai gloatingly, and stretched out his hand to tear his hair, "Compensation?"

Who should compensate whom? !

"I can also make up for it." Osamu Dazai moved his hand down his face, revealing a pair of iris eyes, "Chuya, I found something interesting in the bathroom just now."

There was a smile in those eyes, and the color of the pupils deepened, as if a viscous desire surged out of the pupils.He said suggestively, "As expected of a famous love hotel!"

Osamu Dazai raised his hand, gently kneaded Nakahara Chuya's auricles, watched Nakahara Nakahara's fair ears turning red little by little, and coaxed with a gentle and magnetic voice, "How about it, Nakahara? Give it a try! Of course, if Chuuya is afraid, it's not like I can't compromise!"

"Who's scared?!" Nakahara Chuya blushed, grabbed Osamu Dazai by the collar, and kissed him aggressively.