Xigong Yueyu slept very unsteadily, but she couldn't wake up because she was too tired.

As if he had been frightened by something, he subconsciously struggled in the chaotic dream, only to feel as if his body had been split in half, and some sharp weapon pierced his abdomen and shattered his internal organs.

He heard his own calm voice: "Yes...... If you want to kill me, it's useless to hide. ”

"A medical ability to bring the dead back to life? Maybe it works......"

"It seems like I can live a few more days, it's enough."

The painful dream ended peacefully, and he curled up and hid in the warm embrace, trying to forget the not-so-good feelings.

Osamu Dazai is also tired.

It's a kind of scrambled tiredness.

No matter how calm and skilled he looks, he has to admit that he has done a lot of research and preparation in advance, and still feels that it is not enough. When I actually do it, it feels like a dream has fallen into reality, it's so ridiculous, the soul and the reason are divided into two halves, half floating up to the sky, rampage with emotion, and half on the ground, thinking about what to do next.

After all, he was not told in those messages, what if his lover's physical fitness is very bad, and he falls into a state of confusion with a light toss, and he refuses to even take a bath.

He hasn't had enough of it......

But one should know that there is contentment, and that there is a long stream. Osamu Dazai finally resisted the thought of continuing to toss, and An'an ended the fuss with a gentle ending.

By the time he finished cleaning up, Xigong Yueyu had already fallen asleep completely.

He was sweating, his fingers and palms were much hotter than before, warm and soft, a little softer than he had imagined. Osamu Dazai also lay down, stroking the back of the head, the back of the neck and the shoulders of the other person without a pair.

I can't help it.

He remembered the nicknames of the people who had just been tortured to the point of forgetting their senses, the chilling warmth and breathing that were caught in the words.

If he was just a plant, he would have bloomed to the point of bursting pots by now.

Fortunately, Xigong Yueyu was already accustomed to such contact in Fang Cai's nonsense, and was not woken up by him, but leaned a little in his direction groggy, so obedient.

They slept together for a while.

Osamu Dazai has always had a little difficulty falling asleep, and the more nights he gets, the more uncomfortable he becomes, and headaches, heart palpitations, and the like are all minor problems. This time, the quality of sleep was exceptionally good, and I was probably tired, so I sank as soon as I closed my eyes.

No dreaming.

But he slept very lightly, and soon noticed that Xigong Yueyu was having a nightmare. Osamu Dazai is now a super invincible and double intimate cat, he got up and turned on the night light, and in the faint warm light, he saw that Nishinomiya Yueyu was in a cold sweat because of the nightmare.

He didn't look good, he fell into a deep nightmare, and his frowning brow was painful and soft. Osamu Dazai hugged him and comforted him as gently as he could.

He thought.

It can't be because he tossed too much before falling asleep...... It wouldn't be too much to know earlier......

He seemed to have just remembered that Xigong Yueyu was actually a little cold, and he was worried about what to do if his condition worsened tomorrow morning. At that time, he will definitely be kicked out of bed by the angry Xigong Yueyu, and maybe there will be no way to come over and post together in a few days.

Fortunately, Nishinomiya Yueyu's nightmare did not last long, and he quickly settled down and lay quietly in his arms - Osamu Dazai sacrificed an arm to press him.

It's a little numb, but how can you say that you can't do it at this time?

Osamu Dazai lay down for a while, thinking that he could secretly show off to many people, and his mood unconsciously rose a little. He was finally able to pull out the green seedlings that had grown on top of his head one by one.

I don't know how Nishinomiya Crane Shadow will react when he sees them tomorrow.

Osamu Dazai imagined the reaction of the other party's expression cracking, so he couldn't help but reveal an expression that belonged to a bad cat.

has been getting along for many years, and they are like siblings, and they have not been snatched away by him. But it is also necessary to consider whether Xigong Yueyu will ...... after

No matter how you think about it, I feel that the possibility of being NTR has always existed.

Osamu Dazai glanced at the time, three o'clock in the morning. But he couldn't sleep anymore, his eyes were open in vain, his mind was filled with the absurdity of the first half of the night and the non-existent NTR events, and the more he thought about it, the more he became more awake and the more angry he became. He couldn't wait to wake up Xigong Yueyu, violently circle the territory again, and completely dye this cup of Sea King with his own breath.

Anyway, it was useless for Xigong Yueyu to struggle...... As long as you kiss, hug, and touch, Aquaman will turn into a liquid Aquaman, soft and do whatever you want.

Osamu Dazai's non-existent conscience prevented this lack of virtue at three o'clock in the morning, and he finally just lowered his head and kissed the other party's forehead, lifting the quilt up a little, even if he felt that he was going to be hot, he had to make sure that Nishinomiya Yueyu didn't catch a cold.

I feel that according to the usual schedule, Xigong Yueyu may not wake up until ten o'clock...... He was distressed, and 52ggd suspected that his arm was going to be crushed.

At the head of the "Zizi ......" bed, the mobile phone that was muted suddenly lit up.

Osamu Dazai doesn't have any work now, so he doesn't have to worry about being called by the boss in the middle of the night, so he casually pressed the phone and continued to look at the sleeping Nishinomiya Yueyu.

"Zizi ......" but the phone stubbornly lit up again.

He had no choice but to lazily stretch out his arm, hook it over, and answer the phone for Xigong Yueyu.

It's Miss Yukino's.

……

Osamu Dazai sat up in shock during his dying illness.

"What?!" He didn't even think that he would scream one day, his throat was pulled until the sound broke, and he could stop the car at the highest sound, "Yes." He's with me. ”

He ...... Still sleeping. ”

“…… Good. ”

Osamu Dazai hung up.

He froze in place, like an ornament that could not think, from the heart to the body to the mind, it was stiff.

How could it be...... Not to mention Xigong Yueyu, even he can't accept this news...... What to do? How is he going to convey this to him, to push people awake and say it directly? He has taken too many lives, and he knows it's not true, but he has never experienced the weight of life before.

He seemed to be thinking, but this time the thinking didn't give any results.

And Nishinomiya Yueyu had been woken up by his movements. The quilt was lifted, and most of the heat dissipated, and he dragged the corner of the quilt a little in his direction, and said in a dumb voice, "Dazai-kun...... Are you having nightmares? ”

At this time, he hadn't forgotten to comfort Osamu Dazai, and reached out to grab Dazai's cuffs and drag them in his direction.

"Let's get some sleep...... I'm holding you. ”

"Yueyue."

Osamu Dazai's voice was difficult, his vocal cords were no longer his vocal cords, he had no way to convey the terrifying emotions brought about by the message on the phone, he wished that he would now become the legendary cold-hearted cadre, a devil, so that he could say that sentence, and he would not fall into a knife at this time.

It's not his own pain, but the pain and pain that he feels with a premonition of Nishinomiya Yueyu.

"There's something to tell you."

He picked up Xigong Yueyu, who was still unconscious, and held him in his arms, imprisoning him with his own arms.

"Nishinomiya Tsurukage ......"

……

"Huh?"

It took a long time for Xigong Yueyu to make a sound.

"What?" He seemed to wake up at this moment, and he really struggled violently, pushing Osamu Dazai, "Dazai-kun, you let go of me, what did you just say?" ”

"Yes...... Is it a joke? ”

But Osamu Dazai did not let go. He held him in silence and couldn't say anything more.

"......" Xigong Yueyu only felt that the blood was rushing in his brain, and his thoughts were collapsed.

[System? Is the system you? What happened? 】

No one responded.

"Dazai-kun!" He probably made a sound too quickly, his throat itched, and he coughed violently, grabbing Osamu Dazai's shoulder and coughing himself until he almost lost his breath.

Osamu Dazai was even more panicked, let go of his embrace a little, patted the other party's back and breathed smoothly, and hurriedly went to the bedside table to get a water cup, and fed a little to Nishinomiya Yueyu.

"Dazai-kun." His wrist was choked tightly, "What's going on, did Miss Yukino call?" ”

Osamu Dazai didn't dare to raise his head, he didn't dare to look at Nishinomiya Yueyu's eyes, so he could only respond sneeringly, and carefully hugged him again: "Yueyue...... Let's go to the hospital now. ”

"I'll see you one last time."

Nishinomiya Yueyu: ......

Ahhhh

He was also at a loss, and the whole person fell into chaos, and in the end, it was Osamu Dazai who pulled him up, put on a casual dress, and took a taxi to the hospital in the middle of the night.

Osamu Dazai looked at him like he had lost his soul, and there was no way to face it.

I can only put my hand on the back of the other party's cold hand, trying to give a little comfort without a sense of existence.

When he arrived at the hospital, Nishinomiya Yueyu found that he and Osamu Dazai's clothes were worn backwards.

No one cares about this little problem.

When they saw Yukino, Yukino was already crying, she was wearing a blanket, one side of her hair was curled by the flames, there was still a little unwiped carbon ash on her cheeks, and her eyes were pupils, and all her makeup was spent in the process of wiping away her tears.

"Yueyue." Her voice was already hoarse, "You're here." ”

After speaking, not a single syllable can be pronounced. Yukino buried himself in the blanket, trembling and weeping.

The doctor sighed, heartily saddened that he had not saved his life.

Nishinomiya stood silent outside the ward, and Osamu Dazai held his hand and silently gave a little support.

"Let's go inside." Dazai whispered, a fragile voice of sorrow, "I'll accompany you." ”

……

Nishinomiya Yue's face was wooden.

Who can come to his rescue?

Who can understand that he didn't want to go in just because he didn't want to look directly at his own face-

How did his vest hang up!