Yokohama Hearts Fraudster

Chapter 43 Knee Pillow

When Zhongyuan Zhongye put his head on his neck affectionately, He Quanlian's body tensed up suddenly.

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

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

Because he didn't wear a hat, the slightly messy orange hair just hangs down casually. From Izumi Ren's perspective, the color brighter than the sun almost lights up his eyes, and the hair tip is slightly raised. The arc also tugged at his heartstrings like a feather.

This is the first time that Nakahara is so close to him, not only in terms of physical distance, but also the distance between each other's hearts.

"lotus."

He whispered his name softly, but it seemed as if he was soaked in thick honey, which made He Quanlian's whole body immersed in sweetness, and the corners of his lips raised involuntarily.

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

"I……"

After uttering a word intermittently, He Quanlian's breathing suddenly became rapid.

His silver eyes widened inadvertently, and his arms hanging by his sides were tense, and his mind was filled with question marks.

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

Has Chuya finally enlightened? !

Thinking of this possibility, He Quanlian couldn't hold back anymore. He has always been as stable as Mount Tai, and he can flirt with people without changing his face even when his life is at stake. Started to... cowardly.

Although he has been working hard to make Zhongya understand his own intentions, it is entirely because Zhongya has been retreating that he dares to continue to attack.

But now, Zhongyuan Zhong also stopped retreating, and when he went up uncharacteristically, He Quanlian... subconsciously wanted to dodge backwards.

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

For example, he is the Moon Shadow Mask who makes the other party hate him so much. For example, he does not belong to this world at all. For example, he sneaked into Hong Kong for his own purposes.

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

Whether he rejects Zhongya Zhongyuan or accepts it, he will never go back to the past.

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

But because her heartbeat was racing and her body was tense, and her mouth was even a little dry, He Quanlian's brain seemed to be covered in those sweet and romantic pink, and she couldn't move freely at all.

So, just when his brain was almost a mess, Zhongya Nakahara finally sorted out his emotions, raised his eyes, and looked into his eyes seriously.

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

He could no longer escape, in the eyes of the man named Zhongyuan Zhongye, full of emotion.

The distance between the two of them was so close that He Quanlian could clearly see Zhongyuan Zhongye's tight lips, which were slightly separated by a small slit, and then closed again as if hesitantly, and complex lights burst out from his eyes.

After opening and closing like this a few times, he suddenly took a deep breath.

"Lian. I want to say..."

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

The handsome young man on the other side pressed his eyebrows slightly, and slowly spit out a word.

"I'm sorry to pull you out of Dazai, you also have to work, I'm too tough."

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

Um?Why is it different from what you said? ?

Nakahara also put down the arm on his shoulders, squeezed the center of his brows tiredly, turned his face and continued to add: "That bastard Dazai was so irritating just now, I dragged you to get revenge on him Come out... but I've recovered my composure now, sorry."

"..." He Quanlian blinked, and for a moment he didn't know what to say, but he tried his best to follow his caring personality, and asked worriedly: "Are you all right, are you too tired? So you There's nothing wrong with calling me out, is there?"

"Yes." Nakahara Chuya's lips curled slightly, and he smiled a little stiffly, "I'm sorry to disturb your work."

Confirming again and again that this person does not appear to want to confess, He Quanlian was relieved and felt a little depressed at the same time.

Like when I take off my pants and you tell me that's it?That's it? ?

Then what was the reason for his fawning state just now, tsk.

There was constant resentment in her heart, but on the surface He Quanlian still wanted 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, Nakahara Nakaya waved goodbye to Izumi Ren with a slightly stiff movement, and Izumi Ren also turned around depressed and walked towards Dazai Osamu's office.

After all, the matter between him and Osamu Dazai has not yet been resolved, and the reminder from Oda Sakunosuke also made him very concerned. Now he should be most worried about whether his vest is exposed.

Because of this, Izumi Ren didn't realize the annoyed expression on the face of Nakahara Chuya, who hurriedly walked in the opposite direction with him.

Like a gust of wind, he strode towards the room with strides, the displeasure and boredom in his brows froze all the mafia subordinates who wanted to come forward to say hello.

It wasn't until the strong hostility was blocked in the room with a bang that everyone couldn't help but looked at each other in confusion. It had been a long time since I had seen Mr. Zhongyuan with such an expression.

Finally arrived in the empty room, Zhong Yuan Zhong also randomly pulled the buttons of his neckline, suddenly raised his right hand, and slammed his fist on the wall beside him.

This fist didn't have a special ability, but it was so powerful that the oil painting on the wall couldn't help trembling.

The young man whose chest was heaving violently bit his lower lip tightly, showing extreme pain and anxiety on his face.

coward!

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

Osamu Dazai's provocative words made his string called rationality shattered, and thick acid water seemed to rise in his stomach, as if his own things would be taken away by the other party, and he felt restless, nervous, angry and other emotions. It kept beating on his chest.

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

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

That high-ranking, powerful and fearless cadre would be afraid, I'm afraid he would be laughed out of his teeth if he said it.

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

And these palms full of the enemy's blood want to embrace warmth, no matter how you look at it, it is a ridiculous thing.

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

They are people of two worlds, and when their sanity comes back, they will understand that they are not destined to be snuggled together.

...Calm down, his emotions.

Calm down, his anger.

Zhong Yuanzhong also let out a breath slowly, pressing the burning icy flame to the deepest part of his heart.

……

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

The slightly curly black-haired boy was slowly arranging the crumpled suit, and when he noticed his return, the surprise in his eyes was not hidden immediately.

"Where's Mr. Oda?" Izumi Ren looked around at the surrounding environment and asked him naturally.

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

"Because I'm your subordinate." He Quanlian explained innocently, resolutely not mentioning that he took the initiative to go with the Central Plains Zhongye, this kind of rebellious behavior, "Of course I will come back."

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

It's too good not to pursue this matter.

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

"Where is the bandage?" He took the initiative to close the distance with Osamu Dazai, and carefully observed the furnishings in the cabinet beside him.

"Bandages?" A light flashed in Dazai Osamu's eyes, and the warmth quickly subsided, turning into an inquiring look, "Why do you want bandages?"

He Quanlian was asked inexplicably: "Didn't you hurt your forehead?"

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

"..."

Facing his squinting and scrutinizing gaze, Osamu Dazai blinked his eyes slowly, and suddenly put his hand on his forehead very quickly, showing a state of being seriously ill and about to die.

"Ah, I'm so dizzy..."

As he spoke, he was still shaking his body, weakly supporting the wind, as if he would vomit blood and die in the next second.

He Quanlian looked at him like a playwright: "..."

Absolutely, really absolutely.

I am afraid that there is no second person in this world who can perform such a disgusting and scalp-numbing trick.

In a sense, it is also a talent.What's even more frightening is that Mingming Dazai also fully understands that there is no point in doing so, but he just doesn't think about it.

He even glanced at He Quanlian faintly, and reminded: "The boss is sick like this, should I do something as a subordinate, oh, my head is so dizzy~"

"..."

All right, acting with your boss is also your duty as a subordinate.

too difficult.

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

Under Osamu Dazai's acquiescence, he gently pushed back the soft black hair on his forehead, and looked at his unusually fair forehead that had not been exposed to sunlight all year round.

Then found - nothing.

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

He Quanlian was almost speechless, he thought Dazai Osamu was really scratched and exaggerated by himself, but now... Hehe, he has clearly seen through the other party's black heart.

But when it comes to the superb acting, he is not boasting, he is a hundred times better than Osamu Dazai.

Therefore, Izumi Ren immediately pretended to be heartbroken, supported Osamu Dazai by the shoulder and shouted: "Mr. Dazai, why didn't you say it earlier!"

"A few seconds later, the wound has healed, how can I bandage you!"

He spoke righteously, but there was a bit of banter in his eyes.

And Dazai Osamu, who was holding his forehead with his eyes closed, also raised the corners of his lips for a moment, but the speed was too fast, before Izumi Ren could see clearly, his upper body began to sway, and his expression became more and more fragile.

"No, my head is really dizzy."

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

The heavy head was just pressing on He Quanlian's body, which made He Quanlian look to the side in surprise, only the fluffy black curly hair came into view.

There was no time to stop Dazai Osamu's harassment, so Dazai Osamu started to slide his head down even more vigorously, and finally landed on Izumi Ren's thigh, and enjoyed rubbing the cloth.

It's summer, and the fabrics on their bodies are designed to be extremely thin, as long as their cheeks are pasted, they can feel the fiery temperature on their legs.

Osamu Dazai rested his head firmly on the sofa, and rested his legs on the other end of the sofa, resembling the ambiguous movement called knee pillow on campus.

The soft hair brushed against the fabric, even He Quanlian could feel the itching keenly, she couldn't help frowning and moved her body: "Wait!"

It's just that his resistance was directly crushed to death in the cradle by Osamu Dazai's next move.

I saw Osamu Dazai leaning sideways towards his lower abdomen, and stretched out his arms generously. As soon as the arms stretched out, they encircled the thin waist.

In an instant, the forearm that hugged the abdomen continued to shrink, encircling Hequanlian in it forcefully.

"Hey~ I suddenly stopped getting dizzy after doing this. It's amazing."

It happened to be such a hooligan action, but Dazai Osamu said very righteous words, as if what he was hugging was not Izumi Ren's waist, but some panacea.

"..."

He Quanlian looked at the sticky man who was holding on to his waist and tried to take a deep breath.

Anyway, this action was so ambiguous that he couldn't bear it.

Yes, Izumi Ren is still the provocative and reckless Phantom Thief in essence, but since he got to know Chuya Nakahara, his eyes are full of the cute appearance of the other party, and he is not so interested in other people.

But meeting Dazai Osamu who is so precise and accurately hit his weak position, it is really hard to resist.

But He Quanlian needs to be reserved, and now he has a pure and artificial image, if he exposes his true nature like this, it will not be in line with his pride as a fraudster.

Therefore, He Quanlian put on a sullen face, trying to make herself look like she didn't like this kind of contact very much.

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

Then, I touched his delicate skin.

A feeling of numbness suddenly burrowed up the spine and penetrated into the scalp, and He Quanlian tensed her body suddenly, almost gritted her teeth and groaned.

This weird feeling made He Quanlian's scalp tingle, and she almost couldn't restrain herself and wanted to reach out to stop her, but when she touched a piece of land, her face suddenly turned red.

Osamu Dazai's unsatisfactory sigh could be heard from below: "It seems that you have gained some muscle recently, Lian, you have to keep working hard."

As if he didn't notice the blush on He Quanlian's face at all, he interpreted it thoughtfully, very serious.

If you ignore the palm that is still stroking around, He Quanlian might really believe his nonsense!

But after gradually waking up in his mind, He Quanlian finally realized that the hand was lingering around his waist first, and then wandering on his back. Searching for something.

For example - groping his back for any injuries?

A gleam of light quickly flashed across He Quanlian's silver eyes.

The strategy of undressing is no good, is this trick used 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 can prove his innocence, he can lie down without hesitation and let the other party touch him at will.

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

As soon as the hard words came out, Osamu Dazai stopped his movements, and looked up at him curiously.

And He Quanlian was trying to adjust her expression, although the blush on her face faded, she still showed a very calm and unhappy look.

This brazen posture is like bullying the little rabbit, but the other party is obviously depressed but can only move his body and protest to himself with his buttocks, Osamu Dazai couldn't help but chuckle, and retracted his palm.

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

He Quanlian heaved a sigh of relief, finally she didn't have to endure this provocative torture: "Shall I take you back to your room?"

"I think your pillow is much softer than mine." Dazai Osamu touched the fabric of his legs with a smile, and wherever his fingertips touched, Izumi Ren splashed a piece of numbness, "I'm right here Rest here for a while."

He looked up at Izumi Lian, his eyes were full of smiles, and the galaxies seemed to be shining brightly in his iris-colored eyes: "Be my pillow and stay by my side, this is my order to you, do you understand?"

He Quanlian paused for a moment, 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 as if the heart wrapped in layers of defense was peeled off layer by layer, revealing a soft corner of it.

There is a sense of seeing the other party's true sight.

He looked at Osamu Dazai lying on his lap, who was 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, as if those just now were just a mirror image, Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes suddenly, with a bit of malicious intent at the end of his eyes, "It happens that I still have a bunch of stinky socks that haven't been washed, if you want to feel it is If it stinks..."

He Quanlian: ...

Hearing a bang, the unusually gentle and fragile face just now collapsed in his field of vision.

Well, Dazai Osamu is still the same Dazai Osamu, black mud Benni, nothing has changed.

"I will never run away." He Quanlian answered in seconds, almost raising her paws to swear to the sky.

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

This time it seemed that he was at peace at last, and Quanlian stared at his peaceful sleeping face for a while, and found that Osamu Dazai had faint dark circles under his eyes, as if he hadn't slept well for a while.

Realizing this, he immediately didn't dare to make big moves to disturb other people's lucid dreams, and even had to be careful to breathe lightly.

But sitting here for an hour is really tormenting, and Quanlian struggled for a while, and suddenly saw a pile of materials and books on the desktop of Osamu Dazai's office, which were placed in a mess.

Among them, there is also a document detailing the plan to capture the Moon Shadow Mask.

The corners of He Quanlian's eyes twitched. He wanted to see what was written on it, but this information was pressed down by so many documents that he could only read the title.

If you want to see clearly, you will have to move a bit more and pull out the file.

There was a moment of entanglement on He Quanlian's face, and he couldn't help but look down at Osamu Dazai.

The black-haired boy with his eyes closed seemed to be sleeping extremely soundly, his chest rose and fell rhythmically, and he was completely unaware of what was happening around him.

However, that is only what it seems.

There was a wavering light in He Quanlian's eyes, and she finally raised her arm and carefully stretched her fingers to the desk.

He casually took away a book with a red cover that was put aside, and never touched the others.

When I took it in my hand, I saw a few large characters written on it: "Complete Suicide Manual".

He Quanlian: "..."

Forget it, since this is the only book on it that can pass the time, he can only reluctantly endure it.

He was so depressed that he didn't see that Dazai Osamu's eyes opened slightly suddenly, and a momentary light flashed in them, and he quickly regained his composure, and closed his eyes tightly again.

The afternoon sun was shining warmly on the body, making the postures of Izumi Ren who was studying and Dazai Osamu who was pillowing on his lap appear so intimate and harmonious.

……

After this battle of wits with Osamu Dazai, Izumi Ren realized that Osamu Dazai seemed to have less doubts about him.

The sharp scrutiny I felt in the past also disappeared unconsciously.

And when Izumi Ren asked Oda Sakunosuke about the conversation between the two of them again, Oda Sakunosuke just gave an ambiguous answer, and rubbed his head to tell him not to think too much.

It was so quiet for a week, as if all the people in Hong Kong had forgotten the figure of Moon Shadow Mask, one night, He Quanlian transformed into a beautiful butterfly again and flew out from the gap in the window.

He still remembered the agreement with that Mr. Ranpo. It is still a mystery who the other party is and why he knows his identity.

Worried that something would happen if it dragged on for too long, He Quanlian quickly changed into the phantom thief costume of the Moon Shadow Mask, and hurried to the familiar building.

He once inquired with Oda Sakunosuke that there is a detective agency in this building, the full name is the Armed Detective Agency, which has a license to operate with supernatural powers.

Since the opponents are all people with powerful abilities, he will not take it lightly.

He wanted to sneak in through the window of the infirmary again, but before reaching the balcony, he saw a banner stuck on the smooth glass, and if he got closer, he could see the words 'Please go to the main entrance' written on the banner. Four characters.

"..."

He Quanlian was dazed for a long while before twitching the corners of her mouth, and then pushed in through the door on the first floor, and she was not locked out as expected.

It seemed that someone had expected him to come during this period of time and deliberately left him a message.

Realizing this, He Quanlian didn't dare to be careless. He straightened the mask on his face, making sure that it wouldn't fall off casually, and then casually conjured up some carnation bouquets and held them in his hands.

Judging from the identities of the two people I saw last time, it is obvious that Edogawa Ranpo is the one who holds a high position, so the one who came to open the door must be the female doctor named Yosano Akiko.

Feminine, with flowers, great.

So, the moment the door opened, the confident He Quanlian sent the bouquet in her hand forward with the most charming voice.

"Beautiful flowers match beautiful people. This is a gift I specially offer to you. I hope you can..."

He raised his eyes and looked affectionately at the visitor.

Then, the voice suddenly stopped.

A silver-haired, mature man in his 40s and [-]s, wearing a kimono, was frowning and staring at his coquettish teasing.

When his eyes fell on the flower, there was obvious displeasure between his brows and eyes.

He Quanlian: "..."

It seems like a thunderstorm.

After the two of them stared at each other wordlessly for a few seconds, embarrassment continued to spread from their bodies.

He Quanlian's smile froze on her face, she didn't know what to do with this weird scene.

Immediately, he watched the man take a step back, and closed the door with a bang, isolating him outside.

He Quanlian: ...

The author has something to say: Osamu Dazai, a playwright.

The next chapter is about molesting the president.

The president couldn't hold back, and pulled out his knife.

Another double change is tomorrow, bear with me~

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