【Taizhong】Madman

Beauty mistake.

This is Zhongyuan Zhongye being kissed all the way, half pushed and half hugged all the way back to the apartment where he had put his own things in, and then he was dizzy and thrown on the bed before he had time to take off his clothes. next only thought.

However, there are tens of thousands of men in this world, irritable, indifferent, impulsive, and calm. It is only at this time when the "sperm is on the brain" that people can see a little clue that the different routes lead to the same goal.Just like the current Osamu Dazai, although the corner of his mouth is smiling and personable, his subordinates are merciless in stripping off the clothes of this beautiful Mr. Assassin, and even pinched several fingerprints on his thighs to make his fair complexion There was a thin blush on the face, like a secret and tacit love word.

And the last bit of sanity that Zhong Yuanzhong still struggled to preserve, just fumbled out his mobile phone in between eager kisses, and hurriedly sent a text message to the hardworking and reliable junior, asking him to do a favor again in a very concise sentence. Get rid of the "fly" that was stalking behind them before, lest you really lose your life because of its beauty-it's not honorable to spread such a way of death.

Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows with a bit of frivolity when he saw his small movements.

"Send text messages to others at this time?" He pressed the person on the bed that he had just got up half an hour ago, and propped it on the top of Zhongyuan, "I said, this Mr. Killer, you are so uncomfortable when you are dating those cuties." Are you professional?"

Zhong Yuanzhong was also rubbed against the important parts of his body by him, and he managed to maintain a calm tone with some difficulty, and said through gritted teeth: "I have never been in a bath, and I have been thinking about how to strip me naked and eat me dry since the first time we met. The wiped 'cutie'."

"Then congratulations on getting one today." Osamu Dazai admitted the title "cute" without blushing. He propped himself up, and under Nakahara Chuya's gaze, he slowly unbuttoned the buttons one by one, revealing the clothes underneath. A well-wrapped bandage in circles and circles.

Watching his movements, Zhong Yuan rolled his Adam's apple up and down subconsciously. He felt that his whole body was burning up little by little, and his tone became more and more difficult: "It's obviously a doctor, but why does it seem that the person who should lie in the ICU is the most It is you……"

"?" Dazai followed his gaze, and glanced down at the gauzes on his body that gave off bad associations, "Ah, what do you mean? This is not an injury, it's just a personal habit."

"What kind of personal habit is this—" Zhong Yuan was halfway complaining, a fiery touch on his upper and lower body made his voice stop in summer, and the hair on the back of his neck instantly stood up.

Dazai took out a condom from the side and was taking it off, and turned his head with a smile: "Huh?"

"..."

Zhongyuan settled down, thinking that he might not need to add a record of "the first time is below" to his life experience, so after thinking about it, he still made a gesture to get up: "Wait, let's change it... "

As if he had guessed that he would have this repentant move in advance, Osamu Dazai quickly grabbed his wrist with his sharp eyes, and slowly pushed him back to lie down while he was in an inconvenient posture: "Everyone is already on my bed, Is it too late to regret it now?"

After hearing this, Mr. Assassin, who was not very good-tempered, immediately raised his brows into his temples, but before he had time to say something to choke the words back, he heard the bastard doctor standing above him smilingly and slowly adding: "Ah, or...Chuya is here for the first time, so I'm nervous now?"

Zhong Yuan stared, and subconsciously opened his mouth to retort: ​​"Go away, you are nervous!!"

"Okay, don't be nervous—" Dazai shook the small bottle of lubricant in his hand at him, and gently stroked the acupuncture point under him with the other hand, "Then, shall we continue? "

Finding that he went back without knowing what to say in a few words, Chuya was suffocated and had nowhere to reason, so he could only open his beautiful ice blue eyes and stare hard at the handsome man above.

"..."

Dazai blinked.

Then he smiled slightly.

"What does it mean to stare at another man with your beautiful eyes for a long time—don't tell me you don't know," he said with a subtle smile in his voice, and slowly touched his other free hand Chuya's face turned, "Do you want to be kissed by me that much?"

Who's asking for a kiss from a jerk like you.There is nothing wrong with it.I don't like you again.

The above three sentences and countless sentences similar to the above floated in Zhong Yuanzhong's mind, and his mind was very active for a while.But after a few seconds of silence, what he spoke again was——

"...Okay." He propped himself up a little bit, and stretched out two arms to wrap around Dazai's neck, "Then hurry up."

Chuya stared at Dazai: "Don't you want to kiss?"

"..." Being looked at by a beauty like this and making such a request, even if I had any small thoughts before, I have to stand aside at this moment.

Osamu Dazai stared at Nakahara Nakaya for a few seconds, then held his face in his hands and kissed him deeply; the two of them fell back on the bed together and fell into the soft bed.

The dim bedside lamp in the bedroom was on all night.

The next morning, they were woken up at the same time by the cell phone alarm clock that told Dazai to get up for work.As soon as the first syllable of the lyrics about martyrdom was sung, Mr. Killer woke up instantly. His body so limp that he didn't want to move his fingers and an obstructing arm across his waist reminded him of what he had experienced last night.

This feeling...is really amazing.

He angrily turned off the alarm clock that Balabala sang to the second stanza, then turned his head and squinted his eyes to look at someone who was not affected by the alarm clock, who was holding his waist and fell asleep and refused to wake up, and gently rubbed his hands. Grinning his teeth, he was a little bit annoyed—although being raped was already a fact of the past, but he was still a little dazed when he woke up in the morning, not knowing how he was bewitched to sell his ass yesterday.

Oh, it's not for sale yet, it's still free.

Mr. Assassin, who is well-known in the industry, didn't turn pale when he thought of this, but the hand that was lazily resting on the quilt had moved to the hands of some daring doctor who dared to fuck the person who threatened him. fragile neck.

The fingers that had hooked countless lives were now lightly placed on the neck of the handsome sleeping man, and the protruding Adam's apple was also bitten by Zhong Yuanzhong countless times last night, and now there are still faint tooth marks on it when he was out of breath.

As long as he tightens his fingers...

Zhong Yuanzhong was also expressionless.

Osamu Dazai closed his eyes, and his peaceful sleeping face seemed strangely childlike.At this moment, his life was hanging by a thread, but he was still sleeping unconsciously, his arms were still wrapped around Zhongyuan Zhongye's waist, and the hands that saved lives and healed the wounded were loosely placed behind Mr. Killer.

Then when Mr. Killer's fingers tightened slightly, the finger closest to Nakahara's spine also moved slightly.

But fortunately, Zhongyuan Zhong didn't know what he thought of in the end, he stopped after snorting, and kicked him off the bed mercilessly!

"Hurry up and get up, bastard, don't your doctors manage you so loosely at work and don't remember that you don't need to clock in when you are late?"

Osamu Dazai sat naked on the cold floor, with sleepy eyes that had just been kicked awake, and dragged out his voice in dissatisfaction: "...you are too rough, so you can't treat the person who had a spring dinner last night. Do you have a better attitude?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also dragged his exhausted body to forcefully get out of bed, get dressed and wash his hands. The discomfort caused by the various movements of bending over and straightening up made him more unhappy, and his tone was more like the effect of the cold wind passing through the border. : "You should thank God for being alive now, Doctor."

Luckily, he got used to it after a few exercises. After all, no matter how weird PLAY is, it would be too difficult for PLAY to assassinate those well-known politicians.Chuya Nakahara muttered unhappily in his heart as he put on slippers and walked out of the bedroom.

Osamu Dazai heard the voice of his words, but because he is a vested interest, in order to be able to coax people into bed in the future, it is not good at this time, it is cheap and cute, so he shrugged, stretched his waist and stood up , Dally followed out to get dressed and washed, ready to go to work.

"Do you still want to follow me today?" He stood in the living room and asked a Mr. Killer who forcibly occupied the bathroom.

The sound of water rushing out of the bathroom continued, but there was no echo.

Osamu Dazai took out a box of juice from the refrigerator, raised his voice and called out again: "Chuya?"

In the bathroom, Zhong Yuanzhong was also looking down at his mobile phone. When the second call to him came from outside, he came back to his senses, frowned, and raised his voice a little amidst the rushing water: "What did you just say?"

"I said, do you still want to follow me to work today, Mr. Killer." Osamu Dazai stood outside the bathroom door holding the juice, and through a layer of frosted glass, biting the straw to see the blurry figure on the door.

"..." Zhong also lowered his hair to send a message, then put it aside, and casually lowered his eyes and said, "Well, I won't go today."

"Hey, you're not coming?" The voice outside the door sounded a little disappointed, but he left the door without asking any more questions, "It's a pity, I thought the boring work could be more fun if there was a middle school." ..."

"Shut up, you unscrupulous doctor."

The "buzzing" vibration sounded, and the reply over there came quickly. After washing his face, Chuya glanced at the screen. The sender was Akutagawa, and the content of the message made him squint his eyes slightly.

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"The man who followed senior last night admitted that his target is indeed not senior, but the man next to senior."