"If you keep watching......" Osamu Dazai hesitated, swaying, his voice so light that it was almost inaudible, and suddenly fast, "Yueyue, you are really willing?" ”

"......" Xigong Yueyu's expression was indescribable.

[Perverted! There are perverts! 】

Osamu Dazai pulled the back of the chair, the cat probed, looked obedient and pure, and didn't think about anything.

- It's over, Yueyue is going to think he's perverted.

Xigong Yueyu turned around, reached behind her back with one hand and pulled her hair ring down, and her hair fell apart. He walked up the stairs, his fingers on the railing.

"I'm going upstairs." He stopped there, glancing at Osamu Dazai as if he were nothing, "You're going to lose sight." ”

He turned and went upstairs.

“！！！”

Osamu Dazai suddenly reacted to something, and he was so excited that he almost knocked over the chair, and there was a rush of war. The slaughtered cat stood up as fast as he could.

Then he began to hesitate again.

Wouldn't it look too perverted if you rushed over? The eighteenth month of the month has not yet arrived.

He was too excited to run over, and it seemed that he was not mature enough.

Walking over seems to be ...... It's too bland again. Yueyue said that, which means that he tolerates some of his own perverts, in this way, not being perverted enough will disappoint the other party's expectations.

He tangled into a twist on the spot, and the footsteps of Nishinomiya Yueyu had already reached the upstairs, and Osamu Dazai floated upstairs in a reluctant way-

"I can solve this kind of thing by taking a bath alone."

Daydreams were overturned.

Xigong Yueyu stood at the door of the bathroom with the clothes she wanted to change, looking at a really perverted slaughtering cat, and her eyes gradually became disgusted.

"Dazai-kun, will you take a bath?" He said in a childish tone, "I'm not going to drown in the bathtub, good." ”

He always thinks it's okay to find a beautiful partner, but he can't find a stupid one. Dazai Cat is stupid now that he has lost his brain.,I always feel like I've become extreme because of some stimulus.。

'Look, it's normal for me to stay away from Koizumi Hongko. ’

Even people like Dazai can suffer from a gratuitous prophecy. We are just ordinary people, and we know in advance that something like this should not happen in the future. No matter what happens, just be calm. ’

[No, Yueyue, what you should think about the most is...... You're going to let Osamu Dazai into your room? He's all over his body with bad eyes. 】

Nishinomiya Yueyu didn't care whether Osamu Dazai left or not, he closed the door of the bathroom, turned on the hot water and measured the temperature of the water after taking off his clothes, very indifferent.

If he has the ability, he will come in. ’

- I can't broadcast it if I come in anyway.

Dazai won't dare to come in now, the kid is thin-skinned. ’

As soon as the hot water was flushed, Xigong Yueyu's mood was much better.

Well...... This kind of thin-skinned child in the early stage doesn't know what will happen later.

There was more than one bathroom in his house, and by the time Nishinomiya had finished washing his hair and came out of the bathroom wrapped in hot steam, Osamu Dazai had already finished washing.

He was in his pajamas, standing at the door of his room like he had done last night, also with his hands down.

"Yueyue, you're done."

[I see the tail, do you see it?] The system pointed, [Good or bad, Yueyue, you have made too many concessions. At this time, you should tell him that you are too tired and want to sleep alone, and let him suffer outside the room. When you're almost done, let people in. 】

Nishinomiya Yueyu: ...... Who did you learn this from?

His hair was still damp, and sitting in the room, Osamu Dazai volunteered to help him blow his hair.

Long hair is always a little tougher to dry out and tends to get tangled. Nishinomiya Yueyu found a more comfortable position and half lay in Osamu Dazai's arms, letting Osamu Dazai toss. Although he has been rich for a long time, Xigong Yueyu has never invited housekeepers and servants, and he always feels that he is not suitable for being served by others.

Now I evoke the slaughter of the cat, as if suddenly T came to this kind of lying flat comfort.

I could feel Osamu Dazai's fingers pass between his hair, scooping up a part of it, without letting the hair dryer get too close or too far, and the touch and pressure of the fingertips was more like a massage, numb and itchy.

And it's also warm to nest in someone else's arms.

Osamu Dazai is indeed very pleasing when he pleases people, and it is difficult to hate a good-looking, intelligent and clever cat. He smelled the fresh shower gel on Osamu Dazai's body, which belonged to his family, and he could smell something else after getting used to it.

It's light, it's very comfortable.

was already tired, but after taking a bath and washing his hair, this feeling of exhaustion was amplified, and Xigong Yueyu nestled in the room he was most familiar with, the light was soft, quiet and warm.

"Yueyue?"

Osamu Dazai blew for a while, and found that the person in his arms was completely motionless, so soft that he couldn't do it, and he was defenseless on his shoulder.

He took a breath and turned down the wind on the hair dryer to make the environment quieter.

The ends of the hair are still a little damp, and if the physique is not good, you can't sleep with your hair wet, so Osamu Dazai carefully dried it and straightened the neckline of Nishinomiya Yueyu.

He carefully placed the person on the bed.

Today and yesterday are completely different again.

Osamu Dazai tiptoed his things away, went out and turned off the lights, and pondered for a moment whether or not to clean up the table - anyway, he was only wearing his pajamas and wanted to go back to bed.

When he returned to the bedroom, he found that Xigong Yueyu was already asleep. Half of his face was buried in the pillow, and his hair was curled up and slipped into the neckline. He looked quite stable, pinching the quilt with one hand, and fell asleep with no expression, only a well-behaved and beautiful face.

Osamu Dazai also touched the bed and found a gap in the pile of things where he could lie down.

He lay down gently.

When it comes to this, those thoughts disappear. The air settled quietly, and he didn't want to do anything.

Osamu Dazai suddenly felt a little embarrassed, obviously what AFIA is best at is violently invading territory, annexing and occupying it for himself, but he hesitated here, and finally stayed at a certain border, not daring to step forward.

He turned off the lights and covered the quilt.

The range of movements was very small, but Nishinomiya Yueyu still woke up.

He slept lightly, and Osamu Dazai could imagine him curling up with a frown, probably hiding under the covers, trying to escape the sounds of the outside world.

"Dazai-kun."

A small animal came through the quilt, and Nishinomiya Yueyu's forehead was pressed against his arm.

"Post it." He's sleepy, and his voice drags long," said a friend...... When you're in a bad mood, stick it more. ”

You don't have to think about it to know which friend it is.

"The best cure for nightmares is ......"

Osamu Dazai wanted to say something in response to him, but after Nishinomiya Yueyu said two inaudible words in a sticky voice, he fell asleep again.

Osamu Dazai laughed silently in the dark.

Tonight, I probably won't have nightmares.

……

When you're too tired, you won't be able to sleep well. Xigong Yueyu was like this, he rolled over, not knowing what he grabbed and pushed down.

Osamu Dazai sat on the floor with a confused expression.

What happened?

He was aggrieved, and anyone who was kicked out of bed when he fell asleep would probably be aggrieved. Even though Xigong Yueyu looks quite innocent when she is asleep now, the force of Fang Cai's sudden stretch of hand to push people is really great.

Osamu Dazai threw himself on the side of the bed and stared at the culprit for a moment.

The culprit is still sleeping peacefully.

This matter can only be settled in the morning. Osamu Dazai glanced at the time, it was almost four o'clock in the morning, and he could catch up on sleep. He burrowed back into the bed.

It's just that.

Osamu Dazai originally slept facing Nishinomiya Yueyu, so that he could hug each other from the back, a bit like a hug pillow. As a result, Xigong Yueyu, who was particularly restless tonight, turned over, and the two of them faced each other.

It was very dark, and Osamu Dazai's eyes were wide open to see the other party's facial features, and the warm breathing was very close and entangled. Nishinomiya was a little hunched and curled up, her knees just right against Osamu Dazai's thighs, her arms resting on her cheeks, and her five fingers pressed loosely against the bed.

Osamu Dazai looked at it for a while.

I watched it for a while.

He reached out and shoved the paw between them back into the covers, shoving his fingers into his palm.

There are no calluses on Nishinomiya Yueyu's hands, only some near the knuckles of the middle finger of his right hand, which have been sharpened out because of his high school studies. The palm of the hand is very soft, slightly radiating a little heat, probably because Osamu Dazai stuffed his fingers into his palm, so this hand unconsciously contracted a little, and held it in turn, and the soft fingertips pressed on the back of Osamu Dazai's hand.

Osamu Dazai touched it, and suddenly remembered that when he met Nishinomiya Yueyu for the first time, Yueyue, who was only fifteen years old at the time, had delicate wrists, and the rope turned red as soon as he grinded. It doesn't seem to be much better now, and you can see one piece after another of beautiful colors when you pinch it.

Xigong Yueyu is used to sleeping and grabbing something, stuffing the doll's legs and grabbing it, and when she can't find something, she starts pinching the quilt corners. Osamu Dazai shoved his fingers and held them, so ......

It's time to sleep.

He closed his eyes, in fact, his brain had become a world of color blocks and lines, and his thoughts flew out of the sky, some strange content that could not be broadcast.

I knew that I should go to bed immediately at this time, but I still wanted to.

Then, the more I thought about it, the more I couldn't sleep.

The slaughterer stuffed himself into the quilt as well, trying to find a place to bury some of the ideas that had gone over. He also arched his feet, thinking wildly in the bed, turning into a Dazai cat cat ball with a fully automatic fever when his body temperature rises.

Until Xigong Yueyu suddenly woke up and sat up.

Osamu Dazai: !!

Worst.

Osamu Dazai instinctively hid and began to pretend to be asleep without moving.

He had never thought so fast, faster than if he was caught by an enemy and needed to escape immediately, Osamu Dazai spent all his energy controlling his breathing and heartbeat, and then thought:

Yueyue seems to have really woken up, not sleepwalking.

…… It's even worse.

He didn't dare to move, his legs were bent there in an uncomfortable position, almost together, and his waist was stiff, and he could be lifted out to make a lime sculpture in the next second. Only the half of the head outside the quilt looks particularly peaceful, relaxed and asleep.

If Xigong Yueyu lifts the quilt, then he can usher in some peaceful social death.

'System, I'm so sleepy......'

[I'm so sleepy too......]

It was the system that woke up Xigong Yueyu, and there was something sudden. Xigong Yueyu could barely open his eyes, and for a few seconds his brain was completely blank, and he sat on the bed and was stunned for a few seconds.

Woke up.

He glanced at Osamu Dazai and saw that he was still asleep, his furry head pressed into the pillow, especially like a clump of fried kittens.

Nishinomiya Yueyu carefully pulled her hand out of the quilt.

Strange, did you hold Osamu Dazai's hand before going to bed?

He got out of bed lightly and folded the quilt again.

Osamu Dazai looked almost completely buried in the quilt, so it was not good for breathing, so Nishinomiya Yueyu pulled the quilt down a little, pulled it near Dazai's neck, and pressed it to remove all the gaps.

He didn't forget to chat with the system: 'Dazai-kun's body is really good, like a small stove. ’

I heard that every time he was injured or sick, it didn't take long for him to be alive, and I was so envious. ’

But he doesn't cherish his body and goes on adventures every time. Yueyue, you can't learn from him. 】

Xigong Yueyu just sighed slightly.

He didn't look like he was sleeping well, and his face was red from the quilt. ’

I hope Dazai-kun will sleep a little longer. ’

The system made its unprofessional observation: [I think your wake up is very soft, he should still be asleep.] 】

Regardless of whether Dazai woke up or not, Nishinomiya Yueyu was already unbuttoning himself and was going to change out of his pajamas. As a result, the sound of the button cracking was too obvious in the darkness, and he pressed the clothes on his neckline and glanced at Osamu Dazai.

Should...... Didn't wake up.

He simply didn't unbutton it, pinched the hem of his clothes and took off the only clothes, and took a regular dress from the hanger to change into.

Osamu Dazai:...... Huh.

He hated it so much, hated that his hearing was too sharp, his imagination was too good, he didn't see anything, but he seemed to see everything, and he felt that this kind of brain-filled picture could never replace the scenery he really saw, and would only cause endless fantasies.

It then evolved into a more painful pretending to be asleep.

He heard Xigong Yueyu finish changing her clothes and walk out of the room door softly, and the bedroom door slowly closed.

Finally, he was the only one in the room.

Osamu Dazai suddenly let out a hot breath and froze there, unable to move, suffocating him - sure enough, patience and perseverance are beautiful qualities.

Dazai turned into a soft liquid cat again, and the quilt corners that Nishinomiya had just tucked up, he messed up as soon as he moved, and slipped back into the quilt to close himself. Adolescence and some high-speed thinking made Osamu Dazai finally remember one thing at this point.

He is now completely lying in the quilt of Xigong Yueyu, and the dolls around Xigong Yueyu are piled up and have been with him for a long time. Even if the tip of the nose smells more of a faint smell of detergent, and the smell of things like cotton cloth after it has been permanent, it just gives people a subtle, maddening illusion.

——This little nest is full of the breath of Xigong Yueyu himself!

A cat worm began to gurgle in the bed.

Tumble tumble tumble.

Grind and rub.

At last.

At four o'clock in the morning, Osamu Dazai felt a basin of cold water pour down his head.

Although self-disciplined, he never likes to get up early and struggles with pain every morning. And obviously super tired today, Osamu Dazai was ready to stay in bed until ten o'clock.

this point.

What do you do when you get up?

Osamu Dazai sat up in a trance, feeling that the strange images in his brain had affected his thinking, otherwise he would have thought about this question a long time ago.

He lifted the covers, letting the air dissipate the smothering heat.

He wanted to see what Nishinomiya Yueyu was doing now.