[Light Cut] Dwelling Skin

Minamoto found Onikiri sitting on a chair in the living room, stuffing sandwich biscuits into his mouth calmly, when he walked over, Onikiri raised his eyes and looked at him calmly, Minamoto found that his signal was momentary After interrupting this matter, Onikiri remained surprisingly calm.

"It's a coincidence." He said, "I happened to walk to a place where there was no signal coverage. I didn't know that the exam was being held there."

Minamoto Raimitsu did not immediately greet him with his unhurried answer—he took out his mobile phone, and a tired female voice came from the other end of the phone, asking him what he was doing. Was there an exam at that time? The operator answered him inexplicably. Today, the school did have a unified grade test starting at [-]:[-], which lasted two and a half hours. He also asked Minamoto Laiguang if he was the parent of a student.Minamoto then said thank you, turned off the phone, and turned around; Onikiri lay on the sofa, stretching like a feline.

"Okay," said Onikiri, "you can trust me now."

"Yes." Minamoto said, slowly approaching him, "Actually, I don't doubt that you have met someone special, and I believe that you have already told the little secret between us he."

"You are really fantastic."

For the first time in two months, he was able to see Minamoto Yorimitsu in brighter light outside of the basement—the collarbone, which was thinner than before, the pale skin, and the bloodless lips. , a slight bluish chin;

For some reason, everything about him, the part that used to drive Onikiri crazy, was now replaced by a neurotic quality.

"You can continue like this and don't care about your life, but I can't just sit idly by." Minamoto Raimiko held his breath, this kind of thing can't happen again, I'm going to pack up the necessary things and take you away immediately. You hide in a safe place, if this continues, terrible things will happen. "

"Scary thing, huh?"

Minamoto Raimitsu grabbed Onikiri's arm and pulled him up from the sofa. He lost his balance and sat down on the carpet,

"Ah." He made a dissatisfied voice, "It hurts to death."

"Go back to your room first." Minamoto Raikou yelled, and at the same time pushed him back, trying to push him back to the basement. Onikiri's heart was full of anger. From then on, he no longer controlled his voice, he Asahi Minamoto yelled and said that he created himself only because his old lover died and wanted to find a substitute; he said Minamoto Raikou is a person who can't tell the difference between real and virtual and can have sex with a simulated person Abnormal, he said that everyone in this city should really see Minamoto Raimitsu's ugly face, even if he is treated as a dangerous product because of this, it doesn't matter.Minamoto Raimiko kept threatening Onikiri in a rapid, low voice, saying that he must shut up immediately, and stop forcing himself to use anesthesia to deal with him again.

However, in the midst of this stormy quarrel, Minamoto Raimitsu's cell phone rang suddenly, both of them startled, and there was a moment of convulsive calm in the air.

Taking a steady breath, Minamoto Raimiko walked over to pick it up. The other party was their disturbed and angry neighbor. He explained to the phone:

"Something at work... The subordinate did something bad... The new intern is so stupid...I know, sorry, sorry, I will pay attention to the volume."

The door lock clicked behind Minamoto Raimitsu, Minamoto turned his head, there was a wet footprint on the ground, Onikiri was no longer in the room.

He threw himself to the window, and in his blurred vision, he saw the white figure shrink rapidly at the other end of the deserted street, nimbly slipped into an alley, and then disappeared completely.

Minamoto Raikou immediately rushed out the door—he was running on the dark street, thunder and lightning rumbled overhead, and the rising thermals caused a torrential rain that seemed to pour down from the sky, pouring warm rainwater one after another As it poured on him, the sound of the water in the sewer was swift and violent; he ran through the residential area, some people were wearing raincoats to hide from the rain under the eaves, the buildings on both sides were still lit with orange and quiet lights, and the umbrellas were open. Blocking his steps, Minamoto turned off his umbrella and continued to run forward.

Onikiri was found in a vending mini-mart. When he was found, Onikiri was drenched, with his arms folded, leaning against the vending machine, using the heat of the machine to keep warm. Hearing the sound of muddy footsteps, he hesitated. After a while, he turned around slowly.

Minamoto Raimiko stood at the door with his shirt stuck to his body, locks of hair sticking to his pale cheeks, staring at him motionlessly, as if wanting to engrave his appearance deep into the cornea.

"I knew you would definitely find me." Onikiri said, considering his current physical strength and the situation around him, he decided to use the most vulnerable tone to talk to Minamoto Raimitsu, "I plan to take shelter from the rain here first."

Yuan Laiguang walked towards him, Guiqie heard his rapid breathing, because of some acting-like impulse, he raised his hand to wipe a grain of cold rainwater from Yuan Laiguang's cheek.

"Let's go on a trip," he said, "I'm tired of hiding, I don't like that basement, not at all, listen to you, find another place where I can live freely , we’ll go there, but don’t leave right now, can you promise me, okay?”

Minamoto suddenly held his hand tightly and said in a hoarse voice:

"Okay, let's go home."

The almost tender eyes he looked at himself, like the eyes of a lost treasure, made it unbearable for Guiqie, and he couldn't even look directly into his eyes.

They came home hugging each other under an umbrella on a torrentially rainy night, and when they got home the rain had thinned and the cobblestones on the path leading to their house were glistening.

Minamoto Raimiko wrapped Onikiri in a bath towel, gave him hot coke and boiled ginger slices, dried his wet long hair, asked him to change into his pajamas, and surrounded him with a thick quilt.

The bedside lamp in the bedroom was off, and Onikiri was lying on the bed, seeing Minamoto leaning towards him, the memory of the rough possession in the basement flooded his mind again; however Minamoto just lowered his head and used his His forehead touched his own forehead lightly.

Onikiri could feel the astonishing warmth of the other's forehead from the two pieces of skin that were getting along with each other.

He hesitated and hesitated, but still called Minamoto Raimitsu who was about to leave:

"You have a fever."

Minamoto Raimiko shook his head: "It will be fine after a night of sleep."

The door of the bedroom was ajar, and Onikiri was lying in the darkness, wearing Minamoto's pajamas. There was a feeling of being completely enveloped by that person's breath. These breaths came not only from the soft fabric of the pajamas, but also from the warm Every pore on his body was absorbing these familiar and painful smells from the bedding and mattress.

Maybe this person really loves me.

Onikiri thought so suddenly, but it was only for a moment.

He didn't close his eyes until three o'clock in the middle of the night.

At the appointed time, he turned over and got out of bed, and walked quietly into the living room, only to find Minamoto Laiguang lying on the sofa, with the back of his hand on his forehead, in a deep sleep as if trying to stop his dizziness.

He looked around, thought about what he could bring, and finally decided to give up everything here and leave with empty hands.

He tried to walk as far away from Yuan Laiguang as possible, paying attention to the small movements under his feet, even he himself was surprised by his calmness, then he gritted his teeth and opened the door lock, and looked out, the artificial person he saw during the day was standing at the corner of the house In the shadows, poked his head to look at him.

come out faster.He mouthed himself.Onikiri nodded, but his footsteps remained motionless as if rooted.

He turned his head and looked at the sleeping shadow in the darkness. Yuan Laiguang was unconscious, and his chest was still heaving slightly.

At that moment, Onikiri had a strong impulse in his heart, wanted to go forward, try the heat of his forehead, wanted to cover him with a quilt, wanted to help him from this small sofa to a more comfortable bed, But he was overwhelmed by a terrible fear, and he did nothing.

Perhaps it was too long of a delay, the emulator began to urge him with gestures, lowered his voice, and called his name nervously.

Finally, he was willing to move away his trance gaze, hurriedly tiptoed, and got out of the door with a sideways body.

When Onikiri and the dummy were walking together on the black, wet street, the dummy spoke:

"The person you're looking at is Minamoto Raimiko?"

"Yes." He muttered, as if trying to avoid the topic.

"You're still wearing his clothes."

Onikiri looked down at his pajamas, was stunned for a moment, and finally smiled wryly: "I didn't expect to forget this thing."

"You must like him very much," said the Sim.

His tone of voice was relaxed and casual, but to Onikiri, it was no less than a gunshot-like shock.

"Like him?" Onikiri repeated mechanically.

"You have been watching him at the door for so long." The simulated man smiled, "And now, your face is whiter than paper."

Onikiri stopped in his tracks.

"Just kidding," he said after a while, his voice was so firm and decisive that even the emulator frowned, "I——I hate him the most in the world, he brought me all pain of......"

"Whether that's the case or not." The emulator shrugged, "You love him, and a fool can't see it."

He observed the black-haired young man, and saw him standing on the sidewalk, looking down at the dark ground. After a long time, without moving a step, he began to regret that his outspokenness caused a cumbersome follow-up.

He finally felt impatient again, went up and poked Onikiri's shoulder, saw him wake up like a dream, and turned his head:

"Yes."

He admitted dreamily.