On the Possibility of Zai He with Black Time

Not long after the declaration that almost represented a confession, the door of the office heard the light opening sound of the handle lock.

Shuang Ye, who was still staring at the chat room interface, didn't look back, and let the soundless footsteps come to her side. She didn't speak, and the man unexpectedly didn't make a sound.

It's just that a pair of juvenile arms wrapped in white bandages stretched out in front of the field of vision. Before I could fix my eyes on it, my body sank suddenly, and I felt the movement of being embraced from the side to the back.

The aura belonging to the other party immediately enveloped her whole body, and the young man's arms were as thin as a pine branch covered with residual snow, but they tightly wrapped around her shoulders with greater strength than usual.

Shuangye couldn't help turning her head a few inches, feeling that his head was buried in her neck, and the soft black hair spreading from her shoulders quietly tickled her neck.

"... Dazai?" She put down her phone and turned to face him, "Did you come back from Nakaya?"

Staying close to the other person's arms was enough for Shuangye to smell his body easily. She turned around and checked that the person's body was intact and unharmed, then her eyes settled down, and she casually ordered.

"Don't always come to your door to make trouble for others."

Although I don't know what he did behind the scenes, but my intuition tells Shuangye that the bigger the battle, the more angry = Zhongye must be, the more unlucky Zhongye will be.

But the real culprit who created this series of equations silently hugged him tighter, as if he wanted to express the dissatisfaction that was blocked in his heart with the sudden shrinkage of space.

"Are you worried about me, or are you worried?"

His voice was different from the usual deep one, and when he lost his bright tone, it was like a mist covering the clouds and the sun, leaving behind a pool of stagnant water that had never seen the sun, lingering around the threat of imminent death crisis.

The black-haired boy who said those words slowly raised his head from her shoulder and looked at her. Shuangye felt that he was falling into the iris-colored eyes of the other party. The world seemed to have become a film with old edges. Obscurity and anxiety flow in the color.

She couldn't help stretching out her hand to caress the pair of eyes that were surprisingly beautiful from the first time she saw them, and rubbed the corners of the eyes with her fingertips.

"Of course I'm worried about the person who asked this sentence."

This firm response was like a drum beating on the heart buds, successfully calling back Dazai's consciousness, making those withered eyes tinged with life.

But the bandage spirit that was dragged back to the world naturally did not change his clingy nature, and with a reliable backing to rely on, his behavior suddenly became more obsessive, and finally questioned at this moment aggrieved.

"The little frost leaf, why did you leave me to go out to drink with that slug—"

And even the subordinates of the guerrilla team were called in, and they all agreed tacitly that they would not take him to play. It was because I found suspicious points from a few subordinates who were dodging their eyes earlier in the morning, and I figured it out after a little blackmail.

Unwilling to be forgotten, the black-haired boy immediately hugged Frost Leaf even tighter, his thin breastbone so that even Frost Leaf moved uncomfortably, as if he wanted to get out of his bondage and take some fresh air.

"If you are called, surely the scene will explode again?"

It's a pity that this explanation can't convince the clingy man next to him at all, he recklessly buried his face in Shuangye's palm and rubbed it, insisting on comparing himself with his love rival on the same scale at this moment.

"Isn't it important that I'm not in the middle?"

Inexplicably, Shuang Ye has a sense of déjà vu, as if being asked by her girlfriend which is more important, her brother/work/game, but in reality, it is not a question that can be easily compared in a few words.

"This can't be compared in the same situation at all..."

Shuangye answered him with some headaches, and at the same time tried to push the chest in front of him, but found that it was unsuccessful, and finally couldn't bear to infer the opponent's ribs, and gave up struggling in his arms.

Although he did occupy a special place in his heart subtly, under normal circumstances, she would never refuse to communicate with other people just because she was alone, and he should be well aware of this That's right.

It can only be said that it was the possessive desire in his heart that was at work, and what she could see clearly was a child who had been wandering alone for a long time, grasping something and recklessly tightening it in his palm, even though his nails scratched hard because of it. Even if the skin is broken, blood will roll out from the wound.

All she could do was to open his clenched fist a little bit, gently caress the scars with her fingertips, and tell him the truth.

——Since you are so afraid of pain, don't always hurt yourself.

The hand that was touching the corner of his eyes was held by Dazai next, and the slender five fingers slipped smoothly into the gap between them, and then clasped her fingers tightly.

Shuangye did not refuse the intimate gesture he made to her, quietly staring at his face that was close at hand, suddenly curious about something that was bothering her heart.

"Seriously, would you cry if I went with someone else?"

The 'walk' here also represents other levels of meaning that are not exhaustive. Dazai obviously understood this, and couldn't help but stop all restless movements in his hands.

The way he is looking at her at this moment is like a reflection from a planet at the far end of the galaxy, and even the sound is blocked in the universe and cannot be heard clearly.

"Will you go with others?" He didn't answer the above words, but confirmed this question softly.

Rather than saying that this sentence is a retelling of the previous assumptions, it is more like the child asked her in confusion, "Will you leave me?", allowing people to detect the helplessness and fear he voluntarily revealed on the surface just by imagination .

However, Shuangye's expression did not waver easily, and she just asked calmly, "What if I say yes?"

It was like doing an experiment that wanted to verify the results, and she didn't intend to stop the experiment until she got the verification report she wanted.

So the black-haired boy in front of her was really immersed in the picture she imagined, as she wished, and her eyes gradually became silent and empty.

Shuangye really wanted to see this man cry, but she asked herself, this is indeed a difficult task.

It is difficult for the withered springs that have drained to bloom, and those who see too much despair and numbness in their eyes will probably not feel sentimental for the cherry blossoms falling from the branches in front of them.

But she was personally corrected by the other party for this wrong idea.

It was the first time she knew that when someone shed tears, that kind of beauty would really freeze into a moving and beautiful painting.

The young man who was acting like a baby to her just now looked like he was hollowed out by the possibility of losing her. The thing called 'tears' couldn't bear the weight and fell from the corner of his eye, sliding silently and crystal clear at the end of his eyelashes, along the The lines of the face disappear into the jaw.

With a thud, it dripped on the back of her hand.

The cold tears were too hot, and directly burned a bright red brand on the back of her hand.

He just shed tears in front of her with such an empty expression that he didn't even know he was crying.

When the desired result really came to her, Shuang Ye found that she was not as happy as she imagined. She pursed her lips and suffered in silence, couldn't help curling her fingers in this scene, and this At that moment, the other party covered the back of her half-clenched fist with his cold fingertips.

"Little Shuangye... don't go with others, okay?"

So the defenses built up collapsed in this low-pitched pleading, and more agitated emotions gushed out than Shuangye far expected, overwhelming the rationality she relied on to maintain on the surface.

Regardless of whether he was pretending or showing his true feelings, Shuang Ye was indeed reluctant to add unnecessary sadness to the fragile injured at this moment.

In this battle of probing each other, he still won.

Stretching out her hand to grab the black tie on Dazai's shirt, Shimoba directly pulled him down in front of her, and gently kissed the corners of his wet eyes.

"The one who lied to you just now... I won't leave."

Tears that belonged to the other party seeped into the lip crevice at the end of her eyes, but before her taste buds could carefully analyze the bitterness in it, her lips were strongly covered by the same soft thing.

While closing her eyes and falling into the kiss, the boy's bony fingers penetrated into the black hair behind her head, and the warm palm placed on her waist tightened quietly. Shuangye indulged his actions and stretched out his arm Hook the opponent's neck to pull the distance closer.

If one of them is a fish swimming in the sea, then the other is probably a bubble containing air in the water, both constantly plundering the other's existence in order to survive.

It's just that this demand is far from reaching the limit I want, and the two fish that landed inevitably blushed with hypoxia on their cheeks after parting their lips.

"Don't stick to me all the time, it's very hot." Shuang Ye didn't hold back this time, and resolutely pushed the person away by half an arm's distance.

As if seeing the restlessness under the calm surface she pretended to be, Dazai repeated his tricks and stuck it up. The tear stains on his face had long since disappeared without a trace. Recalling the scene just now, it was like an illusion of a dream.

I only heard him retort with a protracted tone of voice with a smile: "It's only May now, why is it so hot——"

"Don't underestimate the attraction of your body to me." Shuang Ye replied quite straightforwardly: "It's easy for me to lose control if you always hug each other."

Dazai's eyes lit up: "Eh? That means my body will make you lustful... ah, it hurts!"

Frost Leaf, who retracted her fist, ignored the rude guy, and instead opened the courier box that had just been mailed today on the table, and opened it to try to start the machine inside.

Dazai, who had been warned by Iron Fist, quickly came back to life with full blood. He rushed over to look at the game console in her hand, and asked curiously, "Is this the new one you bought, Xiao Shuangye?"

"Yes." Shuang Ye glanced at him, remembering that he often played handheld games, and couldn't help shaking the new gift in his hand: "Actually, I want to give it to you."

"...Huh?" Dazai didn't expect her to be so easy-going. Dazai was stunned for a few seconds, then pointed at himself repeatedly, and confirmed three times with an inexplicably stupid expression: "I sent it to me specially? Really? Why?"

The two have always been getting along with each other in a way where he takes the initiative to cling to each other, but this time it is Shuangye's turn to take the initiative to please herself, and he is not used to it.

"...Is it so surprising to offer you a gift? I thought I had made it obvious enough."

Shimoba checked the functions of the body and found that it was working well, so she handed it over to Dazai, and looked up to meet his dazed eyes.

"Because I want to fuck you."

At this moment, it was as if fireworks were blooming in the bottom of my heart. The brilliant flames blasted the young man in front of him, unable to recover for a long time. The response he got turned into a violent echo, and at this moment, he was truly pulled back from the quagmire of hell to the world. .

And the person in front of him is exactly his ideal in the world.

"Little Frost Leaf—"

The black-haired boy blinked like a child, and then he turned into a big bird soaring in the sky. He turned around and threw his beloved girl on the sofa, and licked her cheek with his beak.

"Let's be each other's lovers from now on, shall we?"

Unexpectedly, as soon as he showed signs of pursuing, the other party decisively agreed, and the soaked Shuangye couldn't help being stunned.

"I..." Just when Shuangye was thinking about whether to seal this unstoppable relationship so quickly and smoothly, she just got the call from the leader at this moment.

"Miss Shimoba! The leader ordered you and Mr. Dazai to go to the office!"

The little brother who rushed in the door never expected to see a scene like a driving scene in front of him, he froze in place, and then resolutely slammed the door for them.

"Yes—sorry! Excuse me! Please continue!"

——Real hammer!Absolutely a real hammer!This time, no one dares to say that Mr. Dazai is not a real boyfriend, he will definitely kick the other's head off in front of a human being.

The author has something to say: Once I wrote Zai, it was so smooth, so smooth, Zai is the root of all evil_(:з」∠)_ Now I feel that these two people are in love like a magnet, I can’t even hold it back If you don't pay attention, they will get married in place (bald head)

Damn, it's time to do something again

↓I want to chirp you with my beak!

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