[Comprehensive] Today's Yokohama is also very flat!

"Oh, my eyes! My eyes can't see!"

Yoko's head was covered with a towel, and there he was fighting wits with the air.

"What a cunning enemy, he actually blinded my eyes with insidious tricks! Where are you, little man? Are you all right, little man! From now on, you will be my eyes."

She also sang: "You are my eyes, let me appreciate the changes of the four seasons~"

It's almost as crazy as being crazy.

No, maybe scarier.

Taking advantage of her drinking madness, Dazai hurriedly put on his clothes.

——Hey, I put on my clothes without drying them, it's so wet and uncomfortable!

He pouted and tugged at the collar of his shirt in dissatisfaction. At this moment, Yoko held his shoulders suddenly, and pushed back without being gentle at all.

With a bang, the back of Dazai's head hit the tiled wall.

"It doesn't hurt a little..."

Dazai frowned, trying to push Yoko away, only to find that he had been slapped against the wall by her.

"Hey, you are that despicable enemy!"

Yoko took two steps back under the bath towel, waving his arms and doing messy martial arts moves: "Hohoohaha——"

Dazai casually tore the towel off her head.

"Ah Heng, you're drunk."

Seeing the bright light suddenly, Yoko closed his eyes: "Ah... Is this the legendary magic attack? Only magic can deal with magic!"

She "greets up to the man", ahhh, bites Dazai's collarbone.

"hiss……"

Dazai took a breath.

Is this girl a dog? !

"If I can't beat you, I can kill you, hahahahaha!!!"

Yoko let go, laughing with his hips akimbo.

Dazai clutched his collarbone, his eyes sank, and he looked at Yoko sullenly.

Then he thought of some wicked idea, and his expression changed instantly.

"Master, you bit the wrong person." He bent slightly, and whispered in Yoko's ear, "I'm not an enemy, I'm your young gentleman."

As he spoke, he pinched her little earlobe.

Yoko's eyes were confused for a moment, then he tapped his palm suddenly: "Ah, little man!"

She reached out and rubbed the place where her teeth marks were left, feeling extremely distressed: "I'm sorry, the pain has flown away, I'll blow it off for you~"

In the mist-filled bathroom, her soft breath fell on the young man's jade-like skin.

A kiss was gently placed on the bitten spot.

A very soft kiss, with warm and moist moisture.

Dazai's eyelashes fluttered.

It seemed that something iron and reassuring melted away from that point, and quickly spread to every corner of the body.

Even the tip of my heart was itching.

"Ah Heng, you really..."

He laughed and said halfway, but he didn't know what adjective to use.

Yoko hugged Dazai's waist, rubbing his head against his chest: "Xiao Lang-kun, let's play a two-person game!"

Dazai hooked his lips, revealing an inevitable smile.

"OK."

Then Yoko pulled Dazai into his room.

Then put him on the bed.

Then give him a game notebook.

"Eat chicken, eat chicken, double row double row!"

Yoko clenched his fists and shouted: "Kill him, let those younger brothers scold me! When I was in the gun range, you were not even embryos!"

Dazai: "..."

He stood up with a straight face: "I want to go."

"No, you don't want to!" Yoko pressed him down again.

"I really want to say goodbye—"

"No, you really don't want to."

So Dazai played the "two people" game with the alcoholic all night like this, and got out of her mouth "Xiaoju", "Alan", "Yuki", "Takeno" and other cowherd names of unknown ages.

Early the next morning, when Dazai left Yoko's room with a dejected expression like a pea sprout that had been squeezed dry, he happened to bump into Odasaku who was going to work after dinner.

"You..." Odasaku hesitated, and asked, "So who should I make red bean rice for?"

Dazai smiled bitterly: "What if I say nothing happened last night?"

Not only did nothing happen, but it also set out the girlfriend's rich entertainment night history.

What else can I do?

Of course she chose to forgive her.

Odasaku misunderstood, thinking that Dazai was embarrassed to say it.

"Actually, you don't have to care about me. I won't interfere with my family's making friends and dating."

"No, it's true nothing happened, we played games all night."

Dazai let out a long sigh: "Alcohol is really not a good thing."

If you are good at Chuya, you will be silly when you touch wine.

Good Yoko, crazy when it comes to alcohol.

Good Osamu Dazai, when you touch alcohol, all the benefits are gone.

Odasaku was still immersed in the misunderstanding.

"That kind of 'game', I understand."

The red-haired young man patted Dazai on the shoulder with a serious face.

"No, you don't understand at all."

Dazai's tone was vicissitudes.

Odasaku cleared his throat: "Hey, don't you want red bean rice? I think you seem a little imbecile. I don't know if the supermarket sells soft-shelled turtles at this time—"

"Odasaku." Dazai couldn't maintain his smile completely: "If you talk about this again, you will be friends."

"Okay." Odasaku finally patted Dazai's shoulder reassuringly: "I'll go to the leader today to submit my resignation letter, you...come on."

This "Come on", obviously does not have any emotional color, but it made Dazai understand the meaning of nine twists and eighteen bends.

Dazai: "..."

In this cold world, even Oda Saku and his girlfriend can't warm him up.

·

Yoko got up from the bed like a corpse.

With a head of messy hair and drooping dead fish eyes, she threw off the quilt and got out of bed in a daze, pushed the door open like a habit, went downstairs like a ghost, and walked to the dining table.

Pick up a slice of bread with both hands and gnaw like a hamster.

Dazai paused the hand holding the coffee cup and looked up.

Yoko is eating bread.

Dazai put down the newspaper, put his hands on his face and looked at her with a smile.

Yoko was nibbling on the bread intently.

Dazai tapped the table with his knuckles, trying to get his girlfriend's attention.

Yoko was devoting himself to eating the bread.

Dazai pulled his tie, exposing his collarbone that was bitten last night, put on a weak expression "as if his body has been hollowed out", and called out plaintively: "Ah Heng, you were too much last night, you hurt me~ "

Yoko stopped gnawing on the bread, then raised his head slowly, staring at Dazai with a pair of lifeless eyes.

Then she woke up suddenly.

Yoko: "!!!"

This pale face, this petite appearance, this collarbone with teeth marks, did she really put Dazai to sleep last night? ? ?

Soon Yoko was set again.

What are you afraid of, just sleep when you sleep.

Good wine... no, wait!She has no impression of the "whole process" at all! ! !

"Is Ah Heng going to deny it again?"

Dazai's aggrieved tone made Yoko feel like a ruthless scumbag.

"Have you forgotten the wonderful night we had last night? This and this and that and then this and this—"

"Never forget! How dare I forget hahahaha..."

Is it too scumbag to say forget at this time?

"Anyway, anyway, I will be responsible for you."

Yoko held Dazai's hands, his eyes were affectionate, his tone was serious, and he didn't remember driving a fake car at all.

"It's good to be responsible." Dazai said quietly: "I was really afraid that you would be dissatisfied with my body, so I turned around and went to find 'Xiaoju', 'Alan', 'Yuki' and 'Bamboo'.

Yoko: "..."

She always felt that something was wrong, but the cold and distant eyes of her boyfriend made her give up thinking for a while.

"Wait, what are you, Alan, Yuki, what are you talking about?"

A long time ago, I was dragged by Fuyuki Ikebukuro and the others to play a few times, but I didn't do anything, just chatting.

But... in short, just pretend to be stupid!

Why would Dazai know!

Why did she want to drink last night? Drinking is really a mistake! ! ! !

"It's okay, I know it's all in the past tense."

Dazai flipped his hand, took Yoko's hand in his favor, and said tenderly: "All I want is your present and future. I won't ask about what happened in the past."

Although he said so, he inexplicably gave Yoko a kind of "I have paid too much for this family" humiliation and deep understanding of justice.

Yoko: Why am I becoming more and more like a scumbag husband fooling around outside?

"No, listen to my explanation!"

She held out Erkon's hand.

"No need to explain, I understand you, woman."

Dazai brushed Yoko's hand away blankly.

"I'm going to work, man, I still have to have my own income and career, so I can have the right to speak at home."

Yoko: "???"

After Youyou said this resentfully, Dazai returned to his normal tone:

"Oh, by the way, Oda Saku said that he plans to submit his resignation today. He is a low-level member. Mr. Mori has no reason not to let him resign. But I guess Mr. Mori may not be very happy, and he will think about whether I have become wary. So arrange more work for me to test my loyalty, maybe even arrange for me to travel."

Yoko was taken aback: "So today's trip to the amusement park..."

Dazai waved his hand coldly, only leaving Yoko a back view: "It's cold."

Yoko: oh QAQ

Don't they all say that the relationship will heat up after driving?How come it's the other way around here? ? ?

Why!

That is why ah! ! !

·

Half an hour later, Yoko saw his rankings in all games soared a lot, and a roar sent the birds flying out of the window.

"Osamu Dazai, you are kidding me!!!!"

Fuck driving, that's a fake car!

She remembered it, they played a game last night!

She angrily emailed Dazai:

"If you had to be run over by a fake car, which one would you choose?

A: flat tire bicycle

B: broken three rounds

C: Oil Leaking Benz"

Dazai replied to the email very quickly, obviously working fish:

"Then I'd rather cry on the back of a real bike than laugh on a fake Mercedes."

Yoko replied indifferently: "Go away, don't get a car, and take No. 11 from now on!"

Dazai replied to her with a long string of "hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha".

Excessive!

Too much!

Super excessive!

Yoko closed the phone resentfully, and after thinking about it, he was still angry, and took out the phone to call Fuyuki:

"Hey Fuyuki, come out and have fun~"

She wants to find her Xiaoju, Alan, Yuki, and Takeno!

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