[Wen Hao] I worked hard to restore the health of the protagonist group

When Xie Shuyi returned to the detective agency, it was completely dark.

The rain was still falling, and it was getting heavier. Even though he took away Sakaguchi Ango's umbrella, the heavy rain still made Jie Shuyi soaked like a drowned chicken.

He threw the umbrella at the door of the detective agency, raised his hand and turned on the light. The bright light instantly illuminated everything in the detective agency.

Jie Shuyi patted the rain off his coat to make himself look less disheveled, then walked to Kunikida's workstation with ease, squatted down, and looked for something in the cabinet.

If I remember correctly, Mr. Dazai stole a coat from here last time.

He reached deeper and deeper, and sure enough, he touched a coat in the inner layer.

Xie Shuyi sniffed and felt his nose itchy for no apparent reason.

"Aqiu——"

Xie Shuyi paused slightly. As a person with healing abilities, he would not catch a cold or get sick.

Xie Shuyi stood up slowly with a brown coat in his hand, his eyes looking towards the corner of the office.

There was something huddled in the corner, with only half of its head showing and trembling slightly. The coughing sound just now was also made by it.

"Mr. Dazai...?" Xie Shuyi asked uncertainly.

Unfortunately, there was no response. The figure was still curled up there. As Jie Shuyi became quieter, the heavy breathing that he had originally ignored became heavier.

And this sound was obviously made by Mr. Dazai.

Xie Shuyi rubbed the tip of his nose. The rain had already seeped through his outer clothes. The thin shirt he was wearing underneath was already slightly damp and stuck to his body. The chill swept over him and he could not help but shiver.

He placed his coat on Mr. Kunikida's seat and then quietly turned off the light.

He carefully opened the door of the infirmary and found the cup and cold medicine in the dim light coming in from outside.

He walked over to the squirming thing in the corner and lifted the windbreaker covering it, revealing a person with a slightly red face and a faint smell of alcohol.

Mr. Dazai, who was always at ease, was now curled up on the recliner like an insecure little animal.

The breathing became heavier, and even at a distance, Jie Shuyi seemed to be able to feel the hot air.

"You're actually... still drinking?" Xie Shuyi looked at Mr. Dazai with eyes that were like he was looking at an old father who was out of tune, full of helplessness.

"I don't know who he drank with, but he actually fell asleep here."

I put my hand on Mr. Dazai's forehead. Fortunately, he didn't have a fever. He probably just drank too much and caught a cold.

The cold medicine was no longer needed, so Xie Shuyi poured a glass of water and placed it on the table beside him.

He moved a stool and sat next to Mr. Dazai, his hand gently placed on Mr. Dazai's exposed wrist.

As his special ability was activated, Mr. Dazai's breathing gradually became smoother.

Looking at this sleeping face, the smile on Xie Shuyi's face became more obvious.

I was so thankful countless times that I could use my special ability on Mr. Dazai.

He stood up, bent down, and put his face forward.

Dazai was facing the wall, so it was difficult for Jie Shuyi to observe Mr. Dazai's movements, and he could only support himself on the wall with one hand.

Xie Shuyi lowered his body, and as he moved, the distance between them became closer and closer. Later on, he could clearly feel Mr. Dazai's breathing.

This was not the breathing and burning sensation he had imagined before, but as Mr. Dazai's breathing in and out, Xie Shuyi could feel the pores on his face opening up and goose bumps appeared on his arms.

It's really beautiful...

Mr. Dazai is not as annoying as he is during the day when he is sleeping. He is much gentler and more obedient...

He seems to be less and less like the person I first met. He is like two different people.

Xie Shuyi sniffed.

Why do I remember that I seemed to hate Dazai before, but how come I have become his little follower now?

"Eh? Xiaoyi-chan, are you going to kiss me?" Dazai opened his eyes at some point and suddenly spoke, scaring Li Shuyi.

The latter just felt embarrassed and wanted to stand up, but Dazai raised his hand and put his arm around Li Shuyi's neck.

The young man lost his balance, his legs went limp, and his body fell uncontrollably.

Fortunately, Jie Shuyi reacted in time and supported the recliner with his hands, otherwise the situation between the two of them would have been even more awkward.

Looking at the smiling face so close to him, Xie Shuyi shook his head helplessly.

"It's time to kiss the sleeping princess awake. Mr. Dazai should have woken up long ago."

Jie Shuyi got up again. This time, Dazai did not stop him. He just followed his movements and stood up. "Ah, Xiaoyi-chan, you found out."

Xie Shuyi handed over the hot water that he had poured in advance, "Why did you fall asleep in the detective agency? Have some water."

He didn't ask why Mr. Dazai was drinking, nor did he ask what happened.

After handing over the water, he walked over to Mr. Kunikida's seat, picked up the coat he had found earlier, and threw it on Mr. Dazai.

"It's autumn now, and Yokohama is getting colder. Wear one more piece of clothing before you go to bed. I'll buy you a blanket for the detective agency tomorrow. It's always like this. Even if you're a psychic, you'll get sick."

Dazai didn't resist his actions, he just sat there cross-legged with his chin on his hand, "Xiao Yi-chan, do you know what you look like now?"

"what?"

"A wife who takes good care of her husband, a kind person who cares for the weak and...a person's last wishes before he dies."

Xie Shuyi paused while pouring himself a cup of water. He ignored these three extremely unreasonable metaphors and drank the water in the cup silently.

"Mr. Dazai's jokes are getting less funny."

Dazai shrugged, "Really?"

He had been looking at Jie Shuyi, and there was no way the latter could fail to notice such a passionate gaze.

But Jie Shuyi was like a timid wretch who didn't even have the courage to face it.

He was afraid that if he said a few more words, Mr. Dazai would discover his plan.

He didn't want to involve Mr. Dazai and the people in the detective agency.

This is his own business.

Don't bring trouble to everyone.

Putting the cup on the table, Xie Shuyi rubbed the tip of his nose.

He came to the detective agency at night on his way home and wanted to get some clothes to keep warm.

Now that the clothes have been given to Mr. Dazai, there is no need to stay here any longer.

"I'll be leaving first, Mr. Dazai. I'm dying of sleep."

Xie Shuyi probably didn't know that from an observer's perspective, his back looked so hurried and flustered.

Until the sound of the door closing was heard, Dazai was still maintaining that posture. It was unknown how long it was. When the water in the cup had become a little cold, he raised his hand and drank it all.

The phone in his coat suddenly rang and Dazai pressed the answer button.

"That kid met with the Port Mafia today."

Dazai asked, "Did he ask you for help too?"

Perhaps sensing the coldness in his friend's tone, Sakaguchi Ango adjusted his glasses and lowered his voice a lot.

"Yeah. He must be planning something. My people found that the Joker who was hiding in Yokohama has started to move again."

Dazai hung up the phone, still sitting cross-legged and looking towards the door of the detective agency.

A cold light flashed in his lowered eyes in the dim night.

"What a troublesome rat."