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The bandage over his right eye was removed, and he tilted his head slightly and smiled at him under the light.

The weird sense of gap was even stronger - he was obviously a boy with a delicate and soft appearance, but his body was so horribly destroyed by him.

"Is my body scary? Chuya."

"What's so scary." Zhongyuan Zhong also came back to his senses, lowered his head and dipped a corner of the cotton swab in the disinfectant. "Come here a little bit."

Chuya was really hard-spoken, his obviously hard-faced stinky face softened after seeing the wounds on his body.Chuya has a very bad temper and loves to use violence. He probably didn't notice his soft-hearted nature.

Osamu Dazai obediently leaned over with his iris-colored pupils bent.Let Zhongyuan Zhong also deliberately put on a fierce face, but the opposite gentle movements of his hands, as if he was afraid of hurting him again.

"Does it hurt?" Zhong Yuan Zhong also gently touched the blood-soaked wound with a cotton swab dipped in liquid medicine, and asked hesitantly. "Dazai."

"Can you give me a blowjob when I say it hurts?"