Is Ms. Oda married today? [Comprehensive]

It all started with a kiss from Oda, and after Aizawa agreed, everything became logical.

That kiss became the flame that ignited everything, the intertwined breath carried heat, and the touch of the body also transmitted temperature, and the dots of flame turned into a prairie fire, sweeping towards the two of them.

When she was pushed onto the soft bed, the shirt had been lost somewhere, maybe it fell on the carpet on the way here, and Oda had no time to take care of it.

She watched Aizawa leaning down, and in his dark eyes was himself smiling.

Oda couldn't help but think.

It turns out that I still have this expression.

Thinking about it, Oda couldn't help but raised her hand and touched his cheek. After touching his cheek, her finger slid along the contour of the cheek to the side of the ear, kneaded his earlobe, and followed Then stroked up the hair behind his ear.

The man looked at her helplessly, but her fingers still reached the back of his head in their own way, and then the slender fingers bent slightly, hooking the rubber band that bound his black hair.

The jet-black hair fell down softly like a curtain and fell on her face.

"Don't make trouble."

The man who had changed back to his loose appearance finally spoke. He tore off his messy hand and held it in his palm, speaking in a hoarse voice.

Oda smiled loosely, pulled his fingers out of his palm, and stretched out his arms to wrap around his neck.

"it is good."

Then the air burns again.

Her brain was full of confusion and impulsiveness throughout the whole process, but at the last moment Oda was still rational.

"Is there a condom?" She asked while pointing her fingers at the man's chest.

Aizawa was a little unhappy after being interrupted, but he just frowned while holding Oda's fingers, then leaned over to press a kiss on her lips, and got out of bed to look for her.

"Yes, Mike stayed."

Mike?

Oda Kazue stood up and looked at him.

His mouth was dry from Oda's innocent eyes, and he explained after taking it.

"It's not what you think."

What do you think?

Oda was still distracted, but was pushed back by the returning Aizawa.

Oda remembered that Dazai once commented on Ango, saying that although he looked serious and ascetic, he might be the most playful in some respects, a typical well-dressed and refined scum.

What was she doing then?

As always, he nodded along with Dazai's words, agreeing very much.

However, she didn't expect that this sentence was also very appropriate for Aizawa.

It didn't take long for her to feel that her mind was blank, and the psychedelic colors and extreme happiness appeared together, erupting like a volcano.

After happily releasing the pressure, when Oda turned sideways and closed his eyes, a body like a stove was stuck to his back.

The man wrapped his arms around her waist like a cat, buried his head on her shoulders, his loose hair fell on her neck, rubbing against her neck itchyly.

It is simply a big cat who is satisfied and coquettish after eating.

I don't know if touching his chin will make a snoring sound.

Oda Kazue lay on the bed and waited for the heat from her body to dissipate slowly. She had almost rested, and she got up by supporting the mattress.

"What's wrong?" She heard Aizawa ask with a little sleepiness.

"It's nothing, I should go back."

Oda turned around and said to the man lying on the pillow.

Looking at Aizawa lying on the bed exuding a seductive aura, she inexplicably wanted to smoke a cigarette.

"Do you still want to smoke?" Aizawa asked as he propped up his upper body and fiddled with her long hair.

And subconsciously kissed her hair, and said in a low voice with a hint of laziness, "Do you still want it?"

Only then did Oda realize that he had spoken out what was in his heart.

She looked at the man's dark eyes that seemed to have some emotion, and shook her head: "No need this time, thank you."

As she spoke, she kissed Aizawa's lips, and picked up his T-shirt from the end of the bed to put it on, "Can I use the bathroom?"

"Ah."

thanks?

Aizawa chewed on these two words in confusion.

Then he watched Oda put on his T-shirt and walk into the bathroom with straight legs.Not long after, there was a sound of water flowing inside.

Hearing the sound of water flowing beside his ears, Aizawa lay back on the bed in a delicate mood.

Why do you think he seems to have been prostituted?

Oda Kazue felt that after such a shot, she really relaxed physically and mentally. When she was a killer, she was basically killed in one blow. She never seduced or seduced the target like other female killers. She played on occasions where she always thought she would be a magician.

There is no way to become a magician now, but I have no regrets after I feel good.

After washing his body, Oda came out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel and wiped his wet long hair, and saw neatly folded clothes on the stool at the door.

Her bra was placed from top to bottom, fat times, and at the bottom was a familiar black T-shirt for men.

Oda Kazue picked it up, and found that this T-shirt was exactly the same as the one she wore in the bathroom just now. It could be seen that Aizawa really didn't bother to pick out clothes, and the same T-shirts were bought by the dozen.

Her shirt and suit pants are on the other side of the stool.

After she put on her underwear, she picked up the shirt and took a look, then she understood why Aizawa put it here.

Having experienced her and Aizawa's inhuman ravages, the shirt is crumpled, and a button is a little unthreaded, hanging loosely on it, and it may fall off at any time.

She simply put on the T-shirt that Aizawa thoughtfully placed there, then put on pants, with a shirt on her arm, wiped her wet hair and walked out of the bathroom.

The door of the bedroom was half open, Oda glanced inside when passing by, Aizawa was no longer inside, only the quilt was rolled up messily, but there was another slight sound from the living room.

While she was taking a shower, Aizawa also put on his clothes and came out of the bedroom. At this time, he opened a can of beer and sat on the sofa in the living room, opened his notebook and looked at something.

She wiped her wet hair and went out: "Mr. Aizawa, drink less alcohol, you will get drunk."

Aizawa raised his head and looked at her. Her hair was a shade darker than usual, and it shone brightly under the light, but her usual expression was too indifferent, always giving people a sense of distance. Feel.

Just over ten minutes later, Aizawa began to miss her flushed cheeks and amused eyes just now.

"Don't worry, I won't get drunk."

Oda Kazue blinked slowly, and stopped while wiping his wet hair: "But Mr. Aizawa, you were drunk last night."

Aizawa's first reaction was to blurt out: "Impossible."

She also knows that some people don't remember what happened while drinking after drinking. Simply put, they are drinking fragments. In this case, Aizawa firmly believes that she has never been drunk, and this is the first time she has seen it.

She stood there thinking for a while, and asked, "Mr. Aizawa, do you usually like to talk to others?"

"what?"

"It's like talking to me, but turning to Ryunosuke or Atsushi."

"how is this possible."

"Exactly." She nodded.

Aizawa was a little strange: "Why are you asking this?"

"That's what Mr. Aizawa did last night."

Since he said he wasn't drunk, Kazue Oda believed his words and convinced himself first, "Probably Mr. Aizawa is too tired from work. Although I don't misunderstand people when I'm tired, I often drive home unconsciously." When I woke up, I found that I had already slept on the bed."

"..." This is dangerous.

Aizawa knows very well that no matter how tired he is, he can't do the stupid thing of admitting the wrong person, at most, he can just find a place to lie down and catch up on sleep: "Even if I'm tired, I won't admit the wrong person, so..."

Having said that, he was silent.

So what?

Aizawa's hand trembled, knocking over the water on the table, and then he quickly rescued the notebook from the spreading water, holding the notebook that was almost in danger, looked up at the woman with an indifferent expression, and said dryly.

"...what did I tell you?"

If it was true what she said, then what should he have said last night, otherwise Kazue Oda couldn't ask him that.

He watched the woman sit down beside him.

The sofa sank a bit, and he could smell the smell of Oda Kazue's body changing again, this time it was the smell of shower gel similar to his.

He just held the notebook like this, watching the woman approach with a delicate fragrance, and the dense water vapor fell on his face, Aizawa watched her staring at him, and the eyelashes wet by the water were shining tinyly every time she moved. Broken light, the brown eyes seemed to be filled with thousands of stars.

In his opinion, there was a slight curvature on the lips that were too indifferent, but with just this change, her temperament changed drastically, gentle and slightly lazy.

"You said I was beautiful." She opened her lips.

Aizawa's Adam's apple rolled, and he looked at her rightly.

Oda also stared at him intently, whispering, "Is it true?"

The sound is very light.

Being stared at by her for a long time, Aizawa was amazed that he was really drunk, and was also stared into her gentle eyes. He stiffened his body and looked straight at Oda's eyes, which reflected himself in a daze,

Then he was given a 'huh' by Oda, who looked at him indifferently.

After getting his answer, Oda smiled lightly, shallow, like petals swaying into the water, gently rippling.

There was heat on his lips again, but it was as light as a feather when he touched it.

"Thank you."

After Oda left his lips, he raised his hand to stroke his cheek with a smile, then got up and walked to the balcony.

"The clothes will be returned to you after washing." She said before leaving.

Aizawa gave another dumb 'hmm', holding the notebook in a daze for a while, until he heard that Oda relaxed his movements and opened the door, stepped on the high platform and jumped to the next door, then he came back to his senses.

He pulled himself together and listened attentively to the voices next door with his ears pricked up. He didn't realize until he heard a few teenagers arguing that the reason she was in a hurry to go back was because the child next door woke up.

Then he stared at the pool of water that slowly flowed down the table to the ground, he couldn't tell whether it was because of the shame of telling the truth after drinking more than the joy of the kiss that Oda gave him, or because he knew he would still be drunk Shock took the lead.

But no matter which one is the majority, he can be sure that these emotions are no match for his growing love for Oda Kazue.