if we meet

Going back to around ten years ago, everyone dispersed and prepared for the next day's trial.

First go back to Sawada's house to say hello to Nana, then Munakata and Suho return to the house they just moved to and haven't lived in yet.

According to what Irie said, they stayed for half a month ten years later, and only three days passed ten years ago.Except for a lot of dust, everything in the room remained the same as when they left.

Munakata has never been able to bear the dirty place where he lives, so he had no choice but to let him go after being refuted by Zhou Fang who ridiculed "I can stay anywhere as long as I have a bed".

So, after talking for a long time and finally assigning their respective jobs, Munakata saw the former Barbara King with a rag in one hand and a brush in the other, and Zhou Fang also saw the former Scepter 4 Munakata's room chief with a mop and a bucket.

"Do you want to change your image once in a while? Mr. Munakata."

"The king of Barbara also does housework, Kusanagi-kun will be very pleased to know."

………………

(Looking at the mess) "...he will be angry."

(with a blank face) "...Obviously."

Amidst Munakata's sanctuary assistant and various "ping, ping, bang, bang" noises, the cleaning was over.

Then, finally realizing something...they had to go out again.

The difference from when they came back is that this time Munakata and Zhou Fang... have always maintained a distance of three meters.

The reason is... Well, the first thing to do is to buy some clothes for someone who has no clothes to change.

In a certain high-end clothing store in the commercial street, Zhou Fang looked at Munakata who was still standing far away, curled his lips, and casually put on his clothes.

It's a T-shirt and a jacket again, always in the same color... Munakata doesn't want to say how monotonous his taste is anymore.He took the initiative to break the three-meter limit that lasted for half an hour, and directly stepped forward to take the clothes in his hand.

Holding the clothes with his arms, he paused for a moment, and then put them down. Zhou Fang showed his first smile after going out, "Why? Don't you think I have to keep a distance if I don't change clothes?"

"I don't want aesthetic fatigue..." Munakata returned the suit to the clerk next to him, and took a suit with a different style from another shelf, "...that's it."

"...for another set."

"That's it."

Zhou Fang looked at it for a few seconds, "...are you serious?" Wearing it...

"Of course." Munakata handed him the clothes without hesitation, "I believe it will be very good."

Zhou Fang had a rare thought and weighed the consequences of wearing it or not... decisively took the clothes into the fitting room.

Two minutes later, Zongxiang looked at the man who was scratching his head in the mirror, propped his head up and smiled, "It looks...a lot of refinement, barbarian."

Zhou Fang looked at the whole body in the opposite photo - a reddish-brown shirt, a pure black vest, jeans...

——No matter how you look at it, you look like a clerk in a certain store, right?

He tugged on Seiko's short vest unaccustomedly, frowned, and said after a long time: "Munakata, there is something wrong with your aesthetics."

Munakata said with certainty: "Absolutely not." He looked at Zhou Fang who was still uncomfortable, and added without changing his face, "At least it will be much better than the name of "Horse Sashimi"."

Digging out the horse that coaxed both Wuwuluo and Scepter4 from a long memory...Zhou Fang fell silent.

Next, it was a matter of course, Munakata chose clothes, Zhou Fang just tried... There is no doubt that Zhou Fang's choices were overruled by Munakata one by one.

When paying the bill, Zhou Fang realized that he seemed to have... no money.

He seldom carried any money with him, so he was almost penniless when he was abandoned by his subordinates.Then I went there ten years later, and I didn't have a chance to think about it.

As for his son's indifference to money, Jiudaimu, who was far away in Italy, had already expected it, so...

After staying there for two seconds, awakened by professional ethics, the cashier lady who already felt that the two people had an unusual atmosphere suppressed her surprise and excitement, and took the high-end credit card that Munakata handed over with trembling hands.

This, this is really... the real version... domineering, wild, cute, elegant, quiet, and black-bellied! ! (Something weird got mixed in...)

Perfect appearance fit...perfect height difference...more importantly...perfect aura superposition! ! !

Watching the harmonious backs of the two gradually going away, the cashier lady held her pink cheeks and narrowed her eyes happily.

I went back first to put away my clothes, took a shower, and then the two went out again.

It was originally planned to go to Yamamoto's sushi restaurant for dinner. After seeing a strange but familiar building on the road, the two stopped at the same time.

It was an izakaya.

The wind chime at the door was a slightly faded light brown as in memory, and the slightly flickering candlelight in the lantern reflected on the surprised and dazed faces of the two of them.

The two stood at the door for a while, and Zhou Fang walked in first.Munakata watched his back overlap with the background in his memory, and slowly stepped up to follow.

Even the box layout is exactly the same.

Kneeling down in a standard posture, Munakata first sent a text message to Reborn, telling him that he would not be able to participate in the discussion at Yamamoto's house tonight.No reason is written because it is not necessary.

Putting away the phone, Munakata looked up and saw Zhou Fang's extremely unsightly sitting posture, and couldn't help but turn on the mocking mode: "Your Excellency the Scarlet King, can't you please respect the person opposite you a little bit?"

Zhou Fang still maintained the posture with one leg horizontally and the other slightly bent, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with it, "Always constrained to that old-fashioned and boring routine, and only you can do that kind of thing."

"That's basic etiquette." Munakata pushed his glasses and rang the service bell. "However, with the brain circuit of a barbarian, it may not be easy to understand this."

Zhou Fang snorted, looked at the serious look of the person in front of him, and slowly retracted his legs.Although it still doesn't match the politeness, at least it looks a little better than before.

Munakata never thought that he could sit upright, and he was a little surprised that the other party would change because of his words.

Surprised...and a little happy too.

As soon as he had pulled himself out of this sudden strange mood, the waiter knocked on the door and entered.

There is no difference in the content of the order, the only difference is...

Zhou Fang glanced at the menu, "Sake?" He looked at the other party's underage body and laughed, "Who did you order it for?"

Munakata certainly couldn't say that because of the appearance of the person across from him, he subconsciously thought that he was still the same age as him...so he said calmly, "Of course it's you...I don't want to bring someone back who smells like alcohol. "Speaking, he canceled the hard liquor that the other party ordered, and then ordered two more side dishes as if he hadn't finished ordering... Finally, he ordered Sencha.

Watching his last move, Zhou Fang smiled silently.

After the waiter bowed out, the room fell into silence.

Munakata sat upright, eyes slightly closed, as if taking a nap.

Zhou Fang propped his head, his eyes drifted around for a while, and finally fell on the face with different but equally cold face.

——The skin is still whiter than that of a woman...and smoother.

——The eyes are not so slender when they are closed, but they haven't changed at all when they are opened. They are calm, arrogant... and they are very face-saving.

——The color of the lips is still so pale... a little red.

——Clothes are always dressed meticulously... Isn't it uncomfortable to button up so tightly, this man?

It's not that Munakata didn't feel that the eyes of the people on the opposite side were wandering on him, but he didn't open his eyes until the phone in his pocket vibrated.

Zhou Fang continued to stare at him, he didn't look like he was caught at all.

Munakata didn't seem to notice a certain deepening meaning in his vision, and took out his mobile phone to read the text message as if nothing had happened.

Reborn first sent him three bullets in the text message, and then told him that tomorrow would be a trial for Colonello, to test the cooperation ability of the family members.

Zongxiang replied, "Thank you for letting me know", and there was no further text.Regardless of Reborn's reaction on the other side, Munakata was already drinking hot tea comfortably.

Drinking sake instead of shochu, Suho changed back to his unsightly posture before he knew it.

Zongxiang held the teacup and looked at him for a few seconds. Seeing that the other party still didn't respond, he lowered his head and continued to drink tea.

He overestimated this man.

Facts have proved that no matter from which aspect, Munakata overestimated Shuo's endurance.

The dishes on the table were only half eaten, and Munakata, who was still holding the bowl, was overwhelmed by Zhou Fang who suddenly exploded.

The dropped bowl and chopsticks were swept aside, and Munakata's back slammed into the not-so-soft tatami mat, making a dull sound.

It feels bad to be hurt, but neither side has the extra thought to care about this little pain.

Looking at those gilt eyes that were gradually overflowing with some kind of subtle emotion, Munakata really didn't understand what was going on with this man. He was obviously bored before, so why did he suddenly...be in heat?

He frowned, with doubts in his words, "Zhou Fang?"

Zhou Fang didn't answer him, but just looked at him fixedly, the lust in his eyes became more intense, then he lowered his body and moved closer.

"...Zhou Fang!" Zong Xiang let out a low voice, his whole body put on guard, and his hands subconsciously lay between the two of them, but Zhou Fang easily pushed them away without much effort.

The arms at either side no longer prevented him from moving, for their weakness reflected his master's mood faithfully.

Zongxiang stared blankly at the piece of gold that gradually emerged with red light, feeling the manic aura of the thick red sanctuary around him, opened and closed his lips a few times, but could only spit out this syllable stiffly. "Zhou... Fang...?"

Hearing this, Zhou Fang's eyes shifted to the slightly trembling lips, his eyes were dimmed, and he bit it without hesitation.

The smell of blood gradually dissipated, mixed with the intertwined saliva, and melted into the mouths of the two.

The last clothes on their bodies were wiped off by each other's hands without any hesitation.

When the bare skin touched each other, Zhou Fang let go of Munakata's bloodshot lips, and buried his head to his ears which were slightly covered by hair.He tenderly licked and bit the delicate white earlobe, and when Munakata's arm was slightly trembling around him, he whispered very slowly, "Sorry."

Originally, his sanity was already in a trance, but at this moment, Zongxiang immediately regained consciousness.He pulled out a hand and threw away the glasses that had been crushed several times on the way, his voice was a little hoarse and depressing in his usual calmness..."In addition to saying sorry to me, what else can you do?" Say something else?"

Lifting his body slightly, Zhou Fang brushed away his bangs that were soaked in sweat, looked at his eyes that had been cold and proud but could not restrain the blurred and sad eyes at the moment, and finally could only say again: "...sorry .”

"...Oh." Munakata's body temperature was already low, and it was not easy to stay awake in such an atmosphere where the temperature was unbelievably high.

He pursed his lips, put his hands on Zhou Fang's strong back and pressed him down hard, and put his head on the opponent's shoulder.In this way, he can ensure that his appearance will not be seen by the other party.

"This time... I can return that sentence to you." Feeling the scorching heat clinging to his lower body became more and more obvious, Munakata's arms tightened a little, "Don't say anything, Zun."

What responded to him was a more intense and heavy rhythm.

Zhou Fang was in a coma for a very short time this time. When he woke up, he found that they were still in the box of the izakaya, and even the chaos on the table and the floor was still the same as before. I have to say that he was relieved.

Zhou Fang himself doesn't mind being seen, but...

He looked down at Munakata who was lying in his arms, completely unconscious...

Absolutely unbearable.

But...someone will know.

Looking at the tattered rags all over the place, Zhou Fang found out the mobile phone in the rags and dialed a number.

Hearing the surprised voice of the person on the other side of the microphone, Zhou Fang thought a little uncomfortably, if only he didn't take the clothes back.