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    He Quanlian's body suddenly tensed when he placed his head on his neck affectionately in the Central Plains.

    In an instant, the beating of his heart was as loud as a bell and drum, and the heat of the breath sprayed on the neck of the neck seemed to melt his heart.

    His Adam's apple rolled up and down, looking down at the slightly curly orange hair.

    Because he didn't wear a hat, the slightly messy orange hair hung down so casually. From He Quanlian's point of view, a color brighter than the sun almost lit up his eyes, while the ends of the hair were slightly upturned. The radian also plucked his heartstrings like a feather.

    This is the first time that Zhongyuan Zhongyao has been so close to him, not only in terms of physical distance, but also in the distance between hearts and hearts.

    "Lian."

    He spit out his name softly, but it seemed as if he was soaked in thick honey, which made He Quanlian feel the sweetness, and couldn't help raising the corners of his lips.

    After that, the low and sultry voice was like a kitten stretching out its claws, quietly scratching his heart.

    "I..." He

    uttered a word intermittently, but He Quanlian's breathing suddenly quickened.

    His silver eyes widened inadvertently, his arms hanging by his side were stretched tightly, and his mind was about to be swiped by the question mark.

    This atmosphere, this feeling, this attitude... Is it possible? ?

    Is he finally enlightened? !

    Thinking of this possibility, He Quanlian couldn't hold back a little. He, who has always been as stable as Mount Tai, could tease people without changing his face even when his life was at stake. However, when faced with the most sincere confession from the young man, he Begin... squeamish.

    Although he has been working hard to let Zhongya understand his own intentions, it is entirely because Zhongya has been retreating, so he dares to keep attacking forward.

    But now, Zhongyuan Zhong also began to stop stepping back. When A went up uncharacteristically, Izumi Lian... subconsciously wanted to dodge back.

    Some things, once you really have to face them, have to consider the future consequences.

    For example, he is the Moon Shadow Mask that makes the other party hate it, for example, he does not belong to this world at all, for example, he sneaked into Hong Kong and black for his own purposes.

    He Quanlian has too many worries, so even though he likes to flirt and see the other party's shy look, he doesn't want to interrupt this ambiguous period so quickly.

    Whether he rejects Zhongyuan Zhongye, or accepts it, he will never return to the past.

    Seeing that the atmosphere around him became more and more ambiguous, the palms on his shoulders were loosened and closed, as if he was trying hard to make up his mind, and Quan Lian's brain was running fast, hoping to temporarily escape this conversation.

    However, due to the rapid heartbeat and nervousness, and even a little dry mouth, He Quanlian's brain seemed to be stuck with those sweet and bright pink, and there was no way to move freely. 

    So, just when his brain almost turned into a mush, Zhongyuan Zhongye finally sorted out his emotions, raised his eyes, and looked into his eyes seriously.  

   His blue and clean eyes reflected his flustered face, and He Quanlian inadvertently took a step back, but the cold touch on his back reminded him that there was a wall behind him.  

   He couldn't escape, in the eyes of the man named Zhongyuan Zhongye, which contained affection.    

 The distance between the two was too close, so that He Quanlian could clearly see Zhongyuan Zhong's pursed lips, slightly separated a small slit, and then closed it again with some hesitation, and a complex light burst out from the bottom of her eyes.    

 After opening and closing it a few times, he took a deep breath.     

"Lian. I want to say..."

He  Quanlian's heart almost jumped out of his throat at this moment.    

 On the other hand, the handsome young man on the opposite side pressed his eyebrows slightly, and slowly spit out a sentence.    

 "Sorry, for pulling you out of Dazai, you also have to work, but I'm too tough."

    He Quanlian, who was anxiously waiting for her confession: "..."? ?

    Um? Why isn't it the same as what was said? ?

    Zhongyuan Zhong also put down the arm resting on his shoulder, squeezed his eyebrows a little tiredly, turned his face sideways and continued to add: "That bastard Dazai was so annoying just now, in order to get revenge on him, I dragged you. Come out...but I'm calm now, I'm sorry."

    "..." He Quanlian blinked, not knowing what to say for a moment, but he tried his best to follow his caring personality, worried He asked, "Are you alright, are you too tired? So it's not really a problem for you to call me out, right?"

    "Yes." The corners of Zhongyuan Zhongya's lips curled slightly, and he smiled a little stiffly, "Sorry for disturbing you. You're working."

    After confirming again and again that this person didn't want to confess anything, He Quanlian was both relieved and a little depressed.

    It's like I took off my pants and you told me that's all? That's it? ?

    Then what was the purpose of his deer ramming state just now, tsk.

    There was constant resentment in his heart, but Quan Lian still had to forgive him generously.

    Probably because of the awkward atmosphere, the two were relatively silent for a while.

    After looking at each other for a while, Zhongyuan Zhongye waved goodbye to He Quanlian with a slightly stiff movement, and He Quanlian also turned around in depression and walked towards Dazai Osamu's office.

    After all, the matter between him and Osamu Dazai has not been resolved, and Oda Sakunosuke's reminder also made him very concerned. Now he should still worry about whether his vest is exposed.

    Because of this, He Quanlian didn't realize that Zhongyuan Zhongya, who hurriedly walked in the opposite direction with him, had an annoyed expression on his face for a moment.

    Like a gust of wind, he strode towards the room with great strides, the unpleasantness and annoyance in his eyebrows made all the Mafia subordinates who wanted to come forward to say hello froze in place.

    It wasn't until the strong anger was slammed into the room that everyone couldn't help but glance at each other in confusion. It's been a long time since I've seen Mr. Nakahara with such an expression.

    When he finally came to the empty room, Zhongyuan Zhong also tugged at the button of his neckline at will, suddenly raised his right hand, and slammed his fist into the wall beside him.

    This fist didn't have supernatural powers, but it used so much energy that the oil painting on the wall couldn't help shaking.

    The boy whose chest was heaving violently bit his lower lip, his face showing extreme pain and anxiety.

    coward!

    Although I was very upset with Dazai's bastard's evaluation, in the scene just now, he said a line that was completely contrary to his heart, and he was a real coward!

    Dazai Osamu provoked his words, which broke his string called rationality, and there seemed to be thick acid water in his stomach, as if something that belonged to him would be taken away by the other party, anxiety, tension, anger and other emotions Constantly slapped on his chest.

    So he took He Quanlian out of that nasty space on impulse.

    But in fact, after doing this, he began to feel uneasy again.

    That high-ranking, powerful and fearless cadre would be afraid, I am afraid that if he says it, he will be laughed out of his teeth.

    But there is no way, this is the first time he has experienced such a thing, the first time he has experienced such an emotion, he doesn't know what to do.

    And this pair of palms full of enemy blood wants to embrace warmth, no matter how you look at it, it is a ridiculous thing.

    He is different from Quanlian's world, and the demarcation line between them is so clear.

    They are people in two worlds, and when they regain their senses, they will understand that they are not destined to snuggle together.

    ... calm down, his emotions.

    Calm down, his anger.

    Zhongyuan Zhong also slowly exhaled, pressing the burning cold flame to the deepest part of his heart.

    ...

    When Izumi Lian pushed away Dazai Osamu's office, he unexpectedly didn't see Oda Sakunosuke.

    The black-haired boy with slightly curly hair was slowly taking care of his wrinkled suit. When he noticed his return, the surprise in his eyes was not hidden for the first time.

    "Where's Mr. Oda?" He Quanlian looked around at the surroundings and asked him naturally.

    "I've already gone back, he just came to chat with me." Dazai Osamu replied, after a pause, he looked at He Quanlian's somewhat regretful eyebrows, and the smile on his lips suddenly deepened, "Why are you back again? Is it?"

    "Because I'm your subordinate." He Quanlian explained innocently, never mentioning the traitorous behavior that he took the initiative to leave with the Central Plains, "Of course he will come back."     

Unexpectedly , Izumi Lian originally thought that Dazai Osamu would start to ridicule his actions constantly, but in fact, Dazai Osamu just looked at him with a smile, obviously in a very good mood.   

  Good thing they didn't pursue it.   

  So He Quanlian was relieved and decided to take advantage of the situation to please Dazai Osamu.     

"Where are the bandages?" He took the initiative to get closer to Dazai Osamu, carefully observing the furnishings in the cabinet beside him.     

"Bandage?" A light flashed in Osamu Dazai's eyes, and the warmth quickly dropped, turning into a look of inquiry, "Why do you want a bandage?     

" Are you hurt?"     

He looked suspiciously at Osamu Dazai, who was slightly startled, and a possibility suddenly appeared in his heart: "Could it be that... you are lying to me?"   

  "..."    

 He squinted at him. Looking at it in detail, Dazai Oji blinked his eyes slowly, and suddenly he put one hand on his forehead very quickly, showing a state of being seriously ill and about to die.

    "Ah, my head is so dizzy..."

    He said, shaking his body, weak Liu Fufeng, as if he would vomit blood and die in the next second.

    Watching He Quanlian, who looked like a showman, said: "..."

    Absolutely, absolutely absolutely.

    There is probably no second person in the world who can act so disgusting and so tingling.

    In a sense, it is also a kind of talent. What's even more frightening is that Dazai Osamu also fully understands that there is no point in doing this, but he is just reluctant to think about it.

    He even gave He Quanlian a faint glance and reminded: "The boss is so ill, should I do something as a subordinate? Oh, I'm so dizzy~"

    "..." Okay

    , accompany the boss to act , as a subordinate responsibility.

    too difficult.

    So He Quanlian also forced out a worried face, pulled Dazai Osamu to sit on the sofa, with a look of unease in his eyes, and stretched his palm to the other's forehead: "Is it serious, let me see.

    " With Osamu Dazai's acquiescence, he gently lifted the soft black hair in front of his forehead and looked at his unusually white forehead that had not been exposed to sunlight all the year round.

    And found out - nothing.

    Not to mention bleeding, even broken skin doesn't exist.

    He Quanlian was about to be speechless. He thought that Dazai Osamu really suffered a little scratch and was exaggerated by himself, but now... Hehe, he has clearly seen the degree of black heart of the other party.

    However, when it comes to the superb acting, it's not his boast, he can be a hundred times stronger than Dazai Osamu.

    Therefore, Iquan Lian immediately pretended to be distressed and held onto Osamu Dazai's shoulders and shouted, "Mr. Dazai, why didn't you say it earlier!

    " How can I wrap you up!"

    He said it righteously, but there was a bit of joking in his eyes.

    The corners of Osamu Dazai's lips, who closed his eyes and supported his forehead, also twitched for a moment, but the speed was too fast. Before He Quanlian could see clearly, his upper body began to sway, and his expression became more and more fragile.

    "No, my head is really dizzy." As

    he said, he fell towards He Quanlian's position, and while He Quanlian was not paying attention, he leaned his head on the other person's shoulder.

    The heavy head was pressed on He Quanlian like this, causing He Quanlian to look to her side in surprise, only the fluffy black curly hair caught her eye.

    There was no time to stop Osamu Dazai's harassment, so Dazai Osamu began to slide his head down even more aggressively, and finally landed on Izumi Lian's thigh, and rubbed the cloth quite happily.

    In summer, the fabrics on their bodies are designed so thin that as long as their cheeks are attached, they can feel the hot temperature on their legs.

    Dazai Osamu rested his head firmly on it, and put his legs on the other end of the sofa, very much like the ambiguous action called knee pillow on campus.

    The soft hair was swept on the fabric, and even He Quanlian could feel the itch keenly, and couldn't help but frown and move her body: "Wait!"

    It's just that his resistance was directly pinched by Dazai's next action. die in the cradle.

    I saw Osamu Dazai leaning on his side against the position of his lower abdomen, but he stretched out his arms generously, and when he stretched his arms, he wrapped his thin waist.

    In an instant, the forearm that was hugging the abdomen kept folded, and he firmly surrounded He Quanlian in it.

    "Hey~ I suddenly don't feel dizzy by doing this, it's amazing."

    It was such a hooligan move, but Osamu Dazai said it very righteously, as if he was not holding He Quanlian's waist, but something Like a panacea.

    "..."

    He Quanlian looked at the sticky spirit clinging to his waist and tried to take a deep breath.

    Anyway, this action is too ambiguous, and he can't bear it.

    Yes, He Quan Lian is still the peculiar thief who likes to be provocative and has a wanton style, but since he met Zhongyuan Zhongya, his eyes are full of the cute appearance of the other party, and he is not so interested in other people.

    But it was really hard to resist Dazai Osamu who was so precise and hit his weak spot with precision.

    But He Quanlian needs to be reserved. Now he is a pure and contrived image. If he exposes his nature like this, it will not be in line with his pride as a deceiver.

    Therefore, He Quanlian sullenly tried to make herself look like she didn't like this kind of contact very much.

    It's just that he originally wanted to throw Dazai Osamu out, but before he could act, some cold touch suddenly lifted the front of his shirt behind his waist and flexibly stretched it in.

    After that, he touched his delicate skin.

    A numb meaning suddenly slammed up into the scalp along the spine, and He Quanlian tensed up, almost not gritting his teeth and groaning.

    This strange feeling made He Quanlian's scalp numb, and she almost couldn't help but want to reach out to stop it, but when she touched an area, her face turned red with a bang.

    Dazai Osamu's unfinished sigh can be heard below: "It seems that you have gained some muscles recently, Lian, you have to make persistent efforts."

    He didn't seem to notice the thin red on Hequanlian's face. In the same way, the pretentious interpretation is very serious.

    If you ignore the palm that is still constantly being touched, maybe He Quanlian will really believe his nonsense!

    But when he gradually woke up in his mind, He Quanlian finally realized that the hand first lingered on his waist, and then wandered on his back. Searching for something.

    For example - groping to see if his back is hurt?

    He Quanlian's silver eyes quickly flashed a fine light.

    The strategy of undressing is no longer enough, so use this trick to judge whether he is the Moon Shadow Mask?

    He couldn't help snorting coldly in his heart, but He Quanlian voluntarily gave up resistance. If being eaten tofu could prove his innocence, he could lie down without hesitation and let the other party touch him at will.

    But that's what I thought in my heart, but I have to do the right thing with my mouth: "Mr. Dazai, it's very itchy, can you stop touching it?

    " Curiously looked up at him.

    He Quanlian is trying to adjust her expression, although the blush on her face is faintly floating, she still shows a very calm and unpleasant appearance.

    This stubborn gesture was kind of bullying the little rabbit, but the other party was clearly depressed but could only move his body away and protested at him with his butt. Osamu Dazai couldn't help but chuckled and retracted his palm.

    "My head hurts so much." He still pretended to sigh, as if he had some incurable disease, "I need to rest for a while." He

    Quanlian breathed a sigh of relief, and finally didn't have to endure this provocative torture. "I'll take you back to your room?"

    "I think your pillow is much softer than mine." Dazai Osamu smiled and touched the fabric of his legs, and He Quanlian splashed wherever his fingertips went. He felt a little numb, "I'll rest here for a while."

    He looked up at He Quanlian, his eyes were full of smiles, and the eyes of the kite seemed to sparkle with a bright galaxy: "Be my pillow, stay with me Next to me, this is the order I gave you, do you understand?"

    He Quanlian paused for a while, and for some reason, he suddenly felt that Osamu Dazai, who looked at him with such gentle eyes, was a little different from before.

    It was like peeling off the heart, which was wrapped in layers of defense, to reveal a soft corner of it.

    There is a peep into the other party's real sense of sight.

    He looked at Osamu Dazai who was lying on his lap, inexplicably full of warmth and vulnerability, and nodded as if bewitched.

    "If you dare to leave while I'm asleep..."

    But in the next second, it was as if those things were just a mirror image, Dazai Osamu narrowed his eyes suddenly, and the end of his eyes leaked out a bit of ill will, "It happens that I have another one left. The pile of stinky socks has not been washed, if you want to feel how stinky it is..." He

    Quanlian:

    Hearing a bang, the extremely tender and fragile face just now collapsed suddenly in his field of vision.

    Well, Dazai Osamu is still the same Dazai Osamu, black mud, no change.

    "I will never run." He Quanlian replied in seconds, almost swearing to the sky with his paws raised.

    "Very good." Dazai Osamu was extremely satisfied with his physiognomy. After adjusting the comfortable pillow position, he slowly closed his eyes, clasped his hands on his abdomen, and breathed evenly.

    He Quanlian looked at his peaceful sleeping face for a while, and found that Dazai Osamu had faint dark circles under his eyes, as if he

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