On the Possibility of Zai He with Black Time

"Eh, can't you?"

Seeing that his movement of unbuttoning his shirt was stopped by Shimoba, Dazai pretended to be embarrassed and tilted his head at an angle. The slightly curved ends of black hair on his head slid down according to the gravity, barely covering half of the pale bandage and handsome outline. The already pitiful temperament added a little bit of temptation.

Seeing that appearance that was as fragile as broken glass immediately filled the heart of the person who had rejected him just now with a sense of guilt.

"It's not impossible." It's a pity that Shuang Ye's expression was still extremely calm in front of the beauty, and when his eyes suddenly lit up, she mercilessly poured cold water on him, and added: "It's not necessary."

"Why is this—" the black-haired boy immediately pouted his lips in dissatisfaction, dragging his voice for a long time, his face was filled with the words 'unhappy, come and coax me', Frost Leaf Quandang did not see it.

Although he successfully prevented his attempt to take off his clothes, the button that was originally unbuttoned has been opened a little, revealing the skinny and delicate collarbone and the looming chest. He retracted his gaze restrainedly and looked at his injured part.

Take off the bandages wrapped heavily around his arm for observation, the whole body is still severely damaged at the wrist, there are subtle abrasions on the delicate skin, and there are also rough and sharp sandstones that seem to have fallen hard on the ground. Not to mention being tightly tied for several days, there are hideous and interlaced scars everywhere on it.

Partial strangulation caused poor blood circulation and subcutaneous congestion. If the blood does not circulate for a long time, it may cause nerve necrosis and other irreparable damage. Frost leaf tentatively pressed the area around his wrist Press, after confirming that he is still conscious and that there is no soft tissue contusion or even more serious injury, he puts down his hand and takes the ice pack prepared on one side and applies cold compresses to him to reduce inflammation.

As Shuang Ye lowered her head and immersed herself in the action of treating the wound, the time line was stretched so much that people could not help but forget how to capture the time passing through the fingers.

She wiped Dazai's wound with medicine in silence, while he sat on the bedside and watched Shimoba's silent movements with calm eyes. The sound of breathing is faintly audible.

The boy's shirt sleeves were folded up to the elbow, revealing the slender but smooth forearm. The skin color on it was sickly and pale from being nestled in the long sleeves and not seeing the sun all year round. It was lacking due to his unhealthy physique. Embellished with blood.

It is also because of this that even if there is a little eye-catching scar, it will undoubtedly become particularly eye-catching.

Moving his eyes down his porcelain-colored bony arm, one can see the indigo veins all over the surface of the skin, and the position to the wrist bone is covered with staggered bruises, making the whole picture as if falling into the snow. Representing the hopeless bellflower, the weight of the flower branches splashed the broken snow, covering and entangled each other, outlining the brutal beauty of purple and white.

In fact, the bruises of the bondage can really shock the nerves, and it is easy to make people's thoughts twisted to some bad pictures.

Just when Shuangye's eyes were focused on his wrist, but her mind was drifting involuntarily, the young man in front of her gathered her consciousness back in time.

"Little Shuangye is the type who looks indifferent on the surface, but is actually really gentle."

Dazai, who had stared directly at her for a long time, was finally willing to speak to her.

This inadvertent gentleness is far more distant than the vast ocean, enough to contain even the darkest things in the world, just like him who has been involved in the tenderness and cannot extricate himself.

At this moment, Dazai's iris-colored eyeballs are like transparent glass marbles, which contain his entire world, while the outer wall only reflects her figure.

After hearing this comment, Shuangye couldn't help but pause her fingertips. After a while, she resumed the action of wiping, and explained to him disapprovingly: "I don't think it's the gentle type."

"There is no specific standard for the type of tenderness in this world. I think every human being has tenderness of equal value in their hearts. The only difference is who they give and how much they share."

She seemed to feel that the hair falling in front of her was too obstructive, so she casually pulled the lock of black hair behind her ears, raised her eyes and continued to say to the boy in front of her seriously: "You will think that I am gentle, but It's because I showed you my gentle side."

At this moment, Dazai seemed to be stuck in the soft cloud she wove, and he was at a loss as he couldn't reach the point of strength. He stared blankly into Shuangye's serious eyes, subconsciously thinking in his heart He had to avoid it, but in the end, he still couldn't lie to his beating heart.

Finally, the child trapped in his own world stumbled towards the exit, with his palms open, as if catching something in the darkness.

"Little Shuangye..." The black-haired boy called out to her with a vague expression, "I'm injured in another place."

"Where?" Hearing this, Shuangye had no choice but to temporarily stop what she was doing, waiting for his instructions.

"Here." Dazai looked as if he had suffered a great grievance, pointing to his cheek that had been hurt by someone, and urged him softly like a ball of cotton: "Look closer."

"...Those people actually slapped you in the face. They don't know if you can still see this face on your body." Shuang Ye couldn't help complaining, and didn't think about what she obviously wanted to slap him in the face just now.

Saying so, she used the clean little finger to brush away the hair on Dazai's cheek, trying to make herself see the scar more clearly, but when she leaned her body over at the same time, she found that she was quietly falling into the other's body. In the warm trap set.

It was an embrace that smelled cool and exuded the same bathing smell as hers.

After wrapping his arms around Shimoba's waist, Dazai, who hugged her into his arms, rubbed his head against her neck affectionately, and the hair tip, which was soft like the fluff of a young animal, quickly scratched Shiroba a little uncomfortable .

Sensing Dazai's intention of resting on his shoulder and not wanting to come out, Shimoba was silent for a while, then began to push his chest, and reminded: "Wake up, don't sleep, I haven't finished applying the medicine to you yet. "

"Just wipe it off for me like this." Dazai wrapped her in his arms with a face of peace of mind, let Shuangye lean on his chest, obediently passed his wrist in front of her, and said coquettishly, "OK?"

In fact, I really like the Shuangye of the coquettish style: "..."

What else can she do, of course she chooses to forgive people.

In the end, Shuangye still didn't have the heart to really push the person away, but the movement of her rubbing the medicine was obviously no longer gentle, as if she was venting, she rubbed upwards in a large area expressionlessly.

But for some reason, the temperature of the skin touched by this posture seems to be gradually warming up. Maybe the distance is too close and ambiguous, and even the fingertips can feel the skin starting to feel hot.

Shuang Ye could only try her best to let herself ignore this feeling, concentrate on the current movement, let the blood stasis medicine spread evenly on the scar round and round.

In a trance, she seemed to sense the trembling of her chest beside her ear, as if she was laughing, or could not suppress... panting?

Shuang Ye, who heard more and more strange, couldn't help but look up, and immediately bumped into his bewildered eyes.

Frost Leaf: "..."

She just rubbed some medicine, does she have to breathe so sincerely? ?

Feeling that she was getting more and more helpless, Shuang Ye's fingers trembled slightly, and finally stopped procrastinating slowly, and simply increased her speed to completely deal with both sides.

"It's finished, be careful not to get wet in the past few days, let me go."

Putting a clean bandage on him again, and wrapping up the bow that has improved in shape, Shuang Ye immediately screwed back the bottle cap of the medicine, intending to let go of it.

However, Dazai didn't intend to let her go so easily, taking advantage of Shuangye throwing the medicine bottle back into the medicine box, he suddenly tightened his arms, pressed his palms on the back of her head, and put his head close to her ear.

His hands are skinny, with slender and neat knuckles. The well-trimmed fingernails run across the sea of ​​hair behind her head, rubbing them with an extremely comfortable touch, if Frost Leaf is a No matter how unruly a stray cat is, it will probably have to be subdued by this stroking technique, and sigh and meow.

"Little Shuangye," the black-haired boy put his lips against her earlobe, almost whispering into her ear, his voice was inexplicably hoarse: "Can I do it with you?"

The breath exhaled from his mouth seemed to have woven an inescapable net, and the bases of the ears that were originally white and moist were caught on top of it and burned, and the transition to a red color could not be restrained.

But Shuangye still forced herself to calm down and said in advance: "If you seduce me so blatantly, I won't be able to hold it back."

"When you're with me, you don't need to restrain yourself." A low laugh slipped out of Dazai's throat, and immediately after, Shimoba felt himself falling on the bed following the strength of the other party.

Obviously, with the opponent's fragile body, she could easily push away, but for a moment she forgot the possibility of doing so, and at the moment when Shuangye was looking at the ceiling, her eyes could not help but be tainted with confusion.

It stands to reason that with Dazai's handsome face alone, she wouldn't be at a disadvantage no matter what.

However, at this moment, there is still the most important question between the two of them.

"You've cheated me and I still want to lie down so smoothly, I'm afraid I'm dreaming, right?" Shiroha, whose pupils regained a little clarity, turned their positions upside down with a backhand, and Dazai, who was under him, blinked innocently. , seems to want to pretend to prolong the voice and act like a baby: "Eh——Is it not possible? But I want——"

It's a pity that Shuangye is still indifferent, crossing her chest rather coldly, staring at him condescendingly.

"If you can't bear it, you can solve it yourself."

Dazai's expression suddenly became visibly depressed, and finally felt the ruthless beating from society at this moment, his expression was as depressed as a plantain hit by rain.

But soon, he regained his spirits, raised his eyes with a little strange hope and asked, "Is this your punishment for me?"

Shuangye, who always felt that he had entered some strange branch line, couldn't help but fell into silence for a while, and didn't answer him again until a long while later.

"Yes, you should be able to do it, right?"

After saying this, she could clearly sense the strangeness of the other party, but Shuang Ye still pretended not to notice it, and looked at him with her eyes down.

At this moment, his iris-colored eyes seemed to have turned into deep whirlpools, so obscure that the edges were darkened, and at the end of those distant pupils, there seemed to be hidden a dangerous aura that could pull people into the abyss and swallow their souls at a glance.

Dazai raised his hand to caress her face, pulled her down in front of him, and whispered his condition: "If I do, you have to keep looking at me."

The waiting time passed away drop by drop. During this time, Shuangye stared silently at the young man who was eager for her answer, as if she was struggling psychologically, but in the end she still moved her fingertips slightly and chose to break the shame, helplessly. Dedicated the tenderness of the entire universe to this clingy little elf.

"Fine."

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