I'm domineering in Yokohama

"Zhongye."

As soon as he turned his head when he heard the call, his eyes were covered by a shadow, and then he felt two pieces of the same soft thing on his lips. After realizing what was going on, he immediately stretched out his hand to push it away, but was caught by the back of his head .When he was about to use more strength to break free, he bumped into the cub in the middle.

Jasmine snorted: "No, meow..."

Zhong also froze immediately, as if aware of his scruples, the mafia leader intentionally hugged him and the cub together, and any big movement would startle the cub in the middle.Zhong also really didn't want to wake up the cub, so he could only grit his teeth to prevent the invaders from occupying any more space.

Even if he couldn't go deeper, Dazai was quite satisfied, he just kept biting the lips of the top cadre with orange hair and gnawed on it like tasting delicious food.After kissing, I found a chance to sneak in, even though it was very painful to be bitten, I didn't back down, and continued to exchange bloody kisses.Passively accepting that it doesn't fit Chuya's character, why not be pretentious even after kissing, and counter-attack with unfamiliar movements.

"Ugh..." Jasmine suddenly kicked the black-haired breeder's stomach with a 180-degree folded foot, ending the war.

"Crack-"

The sound of the camera shutter brought both of them back to their senses, and Dazai looked at the mobile phone wrapped in bandages and finally understood who took so many third-person perspective photos.He stretched out his hand, and obediently put the phone in his palm.This level of obedience seems to be the "self" tune over there.taught.Looking at it, the eyes of the orange-haired top cadre in the photo are burning with fighting spirit. Even though the lips are glued together, there is no ambiguity at all, but it looks more like fighting.

Dazai stretched out his hand to adjust the twisted posture of the cub, poked her chubby face lightly, and the contents of one of the photo albums appeared in his mind.

The background of the photo on the front page is a photo of the three of them in a tavern.The second photo is still in the tavern. Although it is only a single photo, there are still a few manuscript papers with traces of changes in his hand.

——That was the beginning of the novel.

"Tsk."

Should not be ah.

He has obtained many memories of the world's "self" through [books]. No matter which path "he" takes, the process is not so good.The only difference is that when Dazai looked at the sleeping, drooling cub, there was a gleam of light in his eyes, and the 'self' in other worlds did not meet the cub.

"Hey, Zhongye."

The top cadre saw the inevitable 'plunder' from those iris eyes.

Nakaya couldn't help but shift his gaze to the cub's right eye, under the eyelid was the same blue as his.The cub's eyes are clean and pure, and his whole body is always filled with joy. After only a short time together in the morning, he understood the pampering and tenderness in the eyes of "himself" in another world in the photo.

but--

"We're not." The cub just mistook the 'same' person at first sight, and if he continued to get along, he would always find the difference between the two.The memories in the photos are beautiful, but they don't belong to them after all.

"Then keep creating new ones."

The light in the eyes of the mafia leader was covered by darkness: "I am also Dazai."

Zhong also remained expressionless.

In the past, Mr. Arimori Dazai's temperament was a little restrained. Since he became the leader, no one can suppress him, and no one can change what he wants to do.

but--

Nakaya pointed at the cub's body, and Dazai followed his gaze. There was a dark mark on the black sheet that quickly spread around.

Chuya remembered the content of a certain photo that flashed in his mind, and the corners of his lips curled up: "Since you want her, let's start by washing the sheets."

Dazai also thought of it: "..."

In the photo, "myself" is squatting miserably on the ground and using the most primitive manual method to wash the sheets, while the "highest cadre" sitting on the sofa next to him looks at him with a cub in his arms like a queen.

Raising cubs hurts my knees.