"Are you awake?" Osamu Dazai first asked suspiciously and lightly, and then quickly transitioned to an affirmative sentence, "You're awake, Yueyue." ”

He swept Xigong Yueyu's face and poked it a little angrily.

"The quilt hasn't been heated yet, are you pretending to be happy to sleep?"

“…… Nothing. Now that he was discovered, Nishinomiya Yueyu couldn't pretend anymore, he opened his eyes and looked at Osamu Dazai, and after a few seconds, he reached out and grabbed the edge of the quilt, slowly burying himself inside, only the upper half of his face was exposed, "Dazai-kun, are you angry?" ”

It doesn't sound like a question, but rather some kind of accusation akin to "how can you be angry?"

Osamu Dazai was deflated when he heard this. Before he was ready to ask anything, the whole person was poked and leaked, so he could only sit on the bed dejectedly, cross-legged and pressed the quilt.

"It's so bad." He didn't know where to start, so he could only sigh wistfully, "It's really bad." ”

I can't even get angry.

"Hmm."

Nishinomiya Yueyu responded.

He peeked at Osamu Dazai's face and slowed down his voice: "Maybe it can be a little worse?" ”

Osamu Dazai was silent.

So Nishinomiya Yueyu sat up, with a little warmth that he had just covered, hugged Osamu Dazai into his arms, and kissed it very chaotically, lighter than a butterfly's wings, and swept over his earlobe.

The second stroke is much more accurate, landing on the side of the face.

Osamu Dazai pushed it away in a serious manner when he struck the third time, and he couldn't see the tips of his reddened ears in the dimness, but he did feel his cheeks heat up.

Damn, it's really necrotic, and when you can't say it, you start to tempt shamelessly.

"Don't like it?" Xigong Yueyu's voice was very innocent, because she was very close, so the vibration of her chest when she spoke was also transmitted, and the temperature spread little by little in her heart, like a web woven by a spider in the corner, fine, sticky, and quietly flashing with dangerous and beautiful silver light.

"You're just tempting in the open." Osamu Dazai hesitated for a few seconds, but finally put his palm on the back of the person in his arms, and slowly slid down to the concave waist, staying where the arc slowed down, "I haven't decided to forgive you yet." ”

"Dazai-kun has been missing for two weeks, and he came in through the window. I haven't decided to forgive you yet. ”

Osamu Dazai let out a "hmm" and chose to skip the topic.

"What are you pretending to be asleep waiting for me to do?"

"I didn't think about anything-" Nishinomiya Yueyu touched it indiscriminately, and put his paw on the side of Osamu Dazai's waist, and sure enough, the temperature inside his clothes was much higher than that of his arm, and he was only wearing pajamas, which was completely different from Osamu Dazai, who still wrapped himself inside and out several layers in the summer.

But then again, Dazai didn't wear that black coat this time, and it was said that the token given to him by Mori Ouwai and joined the AFIA had been completely abandoned.

"It's definitely Dazai-kun who wants to be crooked." He fumbled in the dark, his dexterous fingers easily peeling off the other's coat.

Toss aside.

Maybe Osamu Dazai hasn't had a very good time in the past two weeks, and he has lost a lot of weight to the touch, even if the bandage is tightly wrapped, Nishinomiya Yueyu has also touched the clear shape of his ribs, and his lower abdomen is even more flat, and he always feels that the roundness that he finally fed has disappeared. He teased everything, and continued to test whether the cat's life was stable for two weeks.

"Don't touch it." Osamu Dazai's fingers suddenly clasped his wrist and pressed it tightly, his voice low and hoarse, with an indescribable meaning, "You are clearly deliberately trying to make me want to be crooked." ”

"Uh-huh."

Nishinomiya Tsukiyu sometimes marvels at Osamu Dazai's patience, obviously he has achieved this level, and he can still endure it.

"You go take a bath, it's dirty, I don't want you to sleep in bed." He nudged and ruthlessly shoved the man away, "Go quickly." ”

Dazai Cat was kicked out of bed like this.

……

Early the next morning, when Osamu Dazai came out of the bedroom and met the eyes of the chief.

He reaped a subtle contempt.

But that's not all.

Maybe all the creatures in this family, but all the living creatures were sure that he would come back, so the stupid fat cat also glanced at him as usual, rubbed his trouser leg with cat steps, and then went to the room to find Xigong Yueyu.

Osamu Dazai felt more and more frustrated.

Even cats despise him!

He turned around and grabbed the white cat that had just slipped into the room, and took it in his arms, like a soul that had been washed in a washing machine for two hours, and floated down the stairs in a ghostly manner, and sat down in the chair of the study unconsciously, and occupied that position three minutes before the chief.

"When did you find out?"

"Not so long ago." The leader Zai stopped outside the study, and the two Dazai Osamu were always not well in the same space, perhaps because they would have a lot of disgust every time they looked at each other, "Are you an idiot?" ”

So obviously there was no doubt.

Osamu Dazai was speechless.

"I'm just helping you speed up the process of self-avoidance." Leader Zai smiled, "You'll have to face it sooner or later." ”

"That's my own business."

"Of course." There was a subtle pity in the chief's gaze, "But don't forget, I live next door to you. ”

Osamu Dazai was furious: "I didn't do anything! ”

The Chieftain's gaze was even more merciful.

Osamu Dazai finally became furious and tried to pick up the book in his hand and slap it in his face.

Last night, he just chatted with Xigong Yueyu covered with a quilt, and didn't do anything, just lying there, listening to a sleepy person tell a bedtime story, and chatting until late.

Xigong Yueyu promised him that he would talk about everything.

It's a pity that there are too many things, and how it is easy to see how it is easy to see more than ten years of time. Even if he jumped very briefly, he didn't finish it, and fell asleep unconsciously. Only Osamu Dazai, who listened to the story with his eyes open, was left lying there, not knowing what to do.

This little sea king is used to deceiving people, mixing the trivial and happy little daily life with the heavy and painful part when he tells it, turning the worst part of the page lightly, and not forgetting to come over and hug him, as if he really fell asleep.

Osamu Dazai was not coaxed to sleep.

Because he had no way to directly believe that the part of the experience stated by Nishinomiya Yueyu was the truth. Even if he's ripping off some of those pretty disguises right now, who can be sure there won't be any more disguises after that? That part of nature is jumping with suspicion, trying to drag everything to hell.

But I also have to admit that my mood is much better.

He realized that he didn't need to be persuaded anymore, he was hopeless, and he had evolved to the point where he was PUA himself - Yueyue didn't even think about hiding it from him from beginning to end.

He just took his high school life too seriously that he seemed so well-behaved.

Besides, it's not like he hasn't done those bad things, in the days of AFIA, those are just his daily routines, Xigong Yueyu has been contaminated, do you still want to dislike him for having dirty hands?

He quickly thought of the subtle touch of his fingertips across his skin, the warmth of his palms, and the few kisses like dragonflies. Nishinomiya would always close his eyes when he approached, or lower his eyelids so that his long eyelashes would cover his clear watery eyes - it was better not to see them, otherwise Osamu Dazai would suspect that the beautiful cornflower blue could drown people.

It's always the most touching when you concentrate on temptation, it's a kind of suffocation that you know that the other party has crooked thoughts, but you still can't help but be moved by the beauty of the skin, which makes a corner of your heart collapse and fall.

The leader saw that he was wandering and sighed slightly.

Some Osamu Dazai is already going to be broken.

He dodged the fried Osamu Dazai sideways, and Wu pulled a book from the shelf, left the study, and went to lie down on the second floor.

Counting the days, he was almost gone.

Most of the things have been settled, and the fate of his intervention, if it pays off, may also fall on him. The leader doesn't care about that anymore.

As for this beguiled Osamu Dazai...... Forget it, he can solve it himself anyway.

……

Nishinomiya Yueyu woke up late, he wore a loose short-sleeved shirt, and he was still very sleepy when he walked down from the second floor. He was in a hurry to get some water in the kitchen.

He was dragged by Osamu Dazai for two hours, and he almost didn't make himself dumb.

You can't tell a whole lie, you can't tell the truth completely, but you have to polish those things as much as you can to make them sound more like a bedtime story.

It's too much effort.

In the end, he really couldn't speak, and fell asleep as fast as he could in his life, and decided that no matter how Osamu Dazai shook him, he wouldn't wake up.

"Morning, Dazai-kun." Xigong Yueyu rummaged through the refrigerator, still holding a rice ball in her right hand, and hugged the slaughtering cat that shook in with her left hand, "What did you say yesterday?" Have to go underground to work for two years? ”

"Well, it's not like it's completely impossible...... It's just that the work will be a lot. Osamu Dazai grimaced, "I knew I wouldn't have done so much for Mr. Mori before." ”

"Good work." Nishinomiya Yueyu kissed the corner of his lips, "Come on, Dazai-kun." ”

"Moon...... You'll ...... later."

"Haven't I been whitewashed for a long time?" Nishinomiya Yueyu knew what Osamu Dazai wanted to say, and he kissed it soothingly, "I won't do those things, I'm not born perverted, and I don't like those." ”

After only a few words, Osamu Dazai was about to be carried away by such a gnawing intimacy, he reached out in a daze to hug Nishinomiya Yueyu, and just pressed the person to the side of the cabinet when he moved forward. The oatmeal bag rubs against the marble countertop, making noise.

He reached out and took the rice ball that was a little in the way, and his fingers ran through his palm, and he was quickly grabbed in reverse, and his fingers were interlocked, as if they were inseparable.

Long.

Nishinomiya felt that he was going to be out of breath, so he bit Osamu Dazai's lip and leaned on the other party's shoulder to breathe slowly.

"I haven't had breakfast yet." He complained softly, but his fingers clasped together did not let go, "I'm dying of hunger." ”

Osamu Dazai was in good spirits and made a shameless declaration: "You can eat first-"

His voice was drowned back.