In Hong Kong, subordinates are not allowed to poke the mouth of their bosses

The incident that happened to me on Valentine's Day night made me lose my interest in drinking, so I just drove back, so I didn't find Nakaya-sama's car behind me in time.

It's just that in the days that followed, I couldn't help but feel puzzled by Mr. Chuya's sudden change of attitude.He didn't deliberately avoid suspicion or put his anger down childishly, but fell silent, and from time to time I would catch the sight of the other party.

I kept my composure and did not startle the snake.After all, Nakaya-sama looks a bit like a small animal tentatively stretching out its claws, eager to get into my bowl—ah, of course, it may be because I have finally gone crazy and have hallucinations.

The current relationship is much better than the rigidity before, the atmosphere is normal and smooth, the two sides have their own thoughts, their eyes collide from time to time, and their attitudes are much softer.

——For some reason, Nakaya-sama started asking me to serve bento lunches again.

I'm a little surprised, could it be a play?

But why did Chuya-sama, a young man who was so pure and incomprehensible, suddenly become enlightened?I could not understand.From watching adult movies all the way to guessing the sex courses of Hong Kong and black...

Then, Mr. Dazai came to send an assist again.

Yes, the consequences of those seemingly disruptive actions did not seem to be all bad, and I can finally look at him with a normal heart.

That night, Mr. Dazai blocked my way to get off work, just in an alley that Mr. Chuya passed by.

"Qin Jun, you really are gay, right?" He smiled.

I looked at him: "Why did Mr. Dazai say that?"

He still had the same look of playing with people's hearts and the world, shaking his fingers: "I saw it on the night of Valentine's Day~"

Valentine's night... oh, see Kazuki?His sexuality is indeed straightforward.

But did Mr. Dazai really see it? I habitually doubt it.

However, there is nothing that cannot be admitted, I nodded readily: "Well, I am indeed gay, does Mr. Dazai care?"

"I can't help it," he spread his hands and sighed, "Slugs have limited brain capacity, they will never doubt their companions easily."

"Unfortunately, I have a character that doesn't believe in anything. You have been mediocre before, so why can you be Zhongye's deputy? And why do you covet Zhongye? Is it because of his sexual orientation that he favors him, or What other purpose is there?"

"In addition, before you became Chuya's deputy and performed even better—that is, at the time of the Dragon Head War, what did you do to make Chuya remember you?"

"I heard from Oda Saku, you didn't even meet Chuya the night before the end of the night."

The more Mr. Dazai talked, the closer he got, and the lower his voice.

In my heart, I felt the sensitivity of the other party, and I immediately traced back to the source of the abnormality. He is indeed the most terrifying man in Hong Kong and black.

"Even though we hate each other, Dazai-san is actually worried about Chuya-sama's safety. It's really touching."

The smile on Mr. Dazai's face disappeared, replaced by a look of disgust, "Ugh—what are you talking about, are you mocking me?"

I sincerely said: "No, it's all my true thoughts. As for what you said..."

"My feelings for Mr. Chuya are very direct. It comes from the most instinctive desire of men. There is no other conspiracy. It is not a suspicious undercover identity. As for the second question, you may wish to ask Mr. Zhongya directly. If he I would like to tell you, I naturally have no objection."

Mr. Dazai stared straight at me, didn't see any flaws, he puffed his cheeks dejectedly: "Hmph, with your level of micro-expression management, you are not an ordinary person, and you will be caught by your tail sooner or later."

Sorry, this is not managed by me. My facial nerves seem to be necrotic. The most active part of the whole face is the eyebrows. I can frown, raise, press, and raise my eyebrows independently. The rest is completely No, only minor operations.

Is it caused by an experience I had before I was ten years old?This is my guess, but I have no memory to back it up.

Mr. Dazai flicked his coat and left the alley.

I didn't move, and noticed that there was more than one person behind me.Did you really let Chuya-sama hear it on purpose?What an awkward kid.

This matter seems to have ended there, there is no follow-up, Mr. Dazai didn't come to me specifically to trouble me, and he didn't continue to investigate anything, probably because he reached an agreement with Chuya-sama.

Speaking of Chuya-sama...

I packed today's documents, got up, knocked on the door, walked into the office, and handed the documents to Chuya-sama.

Ah, it really wasn't an illusion.

Nakaya-sama's black glove lightly slid across my palm again, the touch is as light as a feather, but the sensory stimulation it brings is definitely not a little bit.

I can clearly feel my Adam's apple sliding up and down due to the movement of swallowing, and my eyes are slightly lowered, but I can still see the gloved hands.The rubber-like black gloves tightly wrapped the white palms that had not been exposed to the sun all year round. Green veins spread out from the edges of the black gloves, like some soul-stirring famous paintings, which made people unable to take their eyes off.

The next second, I raised my eyes, and sure enough, I caught the cobalt blue eyes of Mr. Chuya squinting over, and those eyes looked over as if nothing had happened.

My heart is trembling, Chuya-sama, what exactly do you mean?Are you kidding me, or really...

Similar moves abound.

While standing in the office waiting for orders, Mr. Chuya occasionally drank water, raised his head in a subtle arc, and his small Adam's apple rolled a few times under the chocker.

Sometimes the chocker may be a little tight, and he will tug at the collar with his gloved hands, as if trying to relax.But the small opening in the front can even glimpse the white skin and slightly bulging arteries inside, while the skin at the back is slightly reddish by the black belt, giving a sense of restraint.

Occasionally, when he was driving him off work, Nakaya-sama sitting in the back seat would take off the gloves in a slow, gentle and elegant way, and took the hat in his hand to play with.

After drinking after get off work, he will tease more boldly—but the straight man can’t see anything wrong, he will forcefully ask me to take him home, he will act coquettishly and say he wants to eat my breakfast, lunch and dinner, and he will ask me to explain it himself Get off his gloves and chocer.

I think I'm going crazy.

Then, one night, Mr. Chuya invited me to go racing up the mountain.

It's not a place commonly used by the gangsters of drag racing parties, but on a certain mountain in the outskirts of the city that is rarely visited by pedestrians. Although the road around the mountain is long, the difficulty is basically almost zero. Few people choose to come here for drag racing.

There are few men who don’t like stimulation. The speed of the car is extremely high. The blood in every vessel of the body, including the heart, is beating and pumping crazily because of the weightlessness and centrifugal force. The adrenaline soars and the dopamine is rapidly secreted. are excited.Even until the car stopped, the aftertaste of excitement still remained in the body.

We got off the car, the car stopped at the top of the mountain, the Milky Way in the sky was like a ribbon shining with silver diamonds.

Chuya-sama was sitting on the hood of the car, looking up at the moon and the Milky Way.

He suddenly asked me, "Hey, Jun, what does it feel like to smoke?"

I paused and remembered that Chuya-sama is 17 years old this year, and he has indeed reached the age to be interested in smoking.Rather, I am surprised that the other party started drinking at a young age, and has never smoked until now.

I honestly said: "There is no special smell. But if there is any trouble or too much pressure, it is indeed a way to reduce stress."

"The inhaled gas enters the lung lobes along the esophagus, and after circulating inside, it turns into smoke and overflows from the mouth or nose. Nicotine acts on the blood in time to relieve anxiety."

Mr. Zhongye was thoughtful: "Oh, that's it."

I usually only smoke one when I'm depressed or irritable, and I don't have any special thoughts about smokers.

But if Chuya-sama smokes... thinking that the other party's lungs may turn dirty black, I couldn't help but add a word of dissuasion.

"A small amount of smoking is fine, but if you smoke frequently to the point of addiction, I don't recommend it, Mr. Chuya."

Mr. Chuya squinted at me with cobalt blue eyes, and said in a dissatisfied tone, "You smoke so hard yourself, why are you here to persuade me?"

I was slightly stunned, and began to think back, when did I smoke a lot?There must be something to worry about.And usually only Chuya-sama is the one who can make me feel emotionally ups and downs...

Following this line of thought, I quickly remembered that there was indeed such a night before.

After Mr. Chuya finished his task, an innocent girl who liked him appeared beside him, which made me very concerned, dissatisfied, and even a little crazy.

I thought about killing that woman directly, I also thought about imprisoning Chuya-sama with emotions, and I even thought about cooking raw rice and cooking rice, which is a bad move that hurts the enemy one thousand and self-damage eight hundred.

But in the end I did nothing.

I don't want to ruin the connection, the one and only special, special person because of my relationship.Between the risk of getting what you want and the safety of staying put, I prefer the latter.

——Even if it is corrosive and poisonous coated with sugar.

I'm such a coward.

So after that night, I chose to do nothing.

I think I remembered it, but how can I tell the truth?

I can only try my best to choose my words: "That night, there was something very distressing, and I unconsciously..."

Mr. Zhongye asked coldly with a blank face: "Is it related to that Heshu?"

I realized something, but didn't dare to think about it.

Just said truthfully: "No, it has nothing to do with him."

"Oh." Master Chuya seemed not interested anymore, so he didn't say any more.

How sad.Because of the other party's words, the heart flutters, unrealistic delusions arise, and because of the other party's indifferent attitude, it will also be shaken and doubt yourself.

It's painful and unwilling to control my emotions in the hands of others, but as long as I think that it is Mr. Chuya who controls my emotions, then, it seems that even the pain has a hint of sweetness.

I'm probably hopeless.

"Give me a cigarette," Nakaya-sama said to me, looking at the bright and clear moon.

I took out my usual cigarette from the inner chest pocket and handed it to Chuya-sama.

Mistake, if I knew Chuya-sama would ask me for cigarettes, I should prepare some fine cigarettes.The palm with well-defined joints but not a large skeleton, the slender knuckles, and the delicate boy should be suitable for Smoky.

Respectfully upholding the duties of my subordinates, I lighted the cigarette on Chuya-sama's lips.

In the flickering orange flames, I saw his slightly drooping eyelids, the cobalt blue pupils were partially covered, lacking the usual sharpness and brightness, and adding an indescribably indifferent coldness and hazyness quenched by ice ambiguous.

He took a deep breath, and took a short breath with the smoke of sparks.

With smoke in his lips and tongue, the young man coldly grabbed my tie and pulled me closer. With the coolness of the summer night, the coldness of the moon, and the broken diamonds from the sky, a kiss fell on my lips.

Cigarette smoke lingered between us, blurring the ice in our eyes, leaving only a haze like water.

I took the cigarette from Mr. Zhongye's fingers, covered the marks of my teeth with the marks of his teeth biting lightly, and took a deep breath.

The smoke went down a bit, and the ashes fell into the air.

I held a cigarette in one hand and pressed the other's hair with the other.

I closed my eyes and sealed the lips again. The smoke overflowed from the mouths and nasal cavities of the two of them. Tongue and throat...

I probably behaved like a fool who was suddenly hit by a treasure.

Chuya-sama gradually evolved from hugging my neck to grabbing my suit jacket and finally pushing it on my chest.

"Stop, uh, stop—"

He uttered a few syllables intermittently. Although I didn't want to, I didn't want to go against Chuya-sama's order and stop in frustration.

"You fucking, coward!" He wiped the corners of his lips, panting, his eyes dyed bright and compelling again, and smiled in the way I am most familiar with: "I still have to take the initiative."

I felt my body trembling slightly, convulsively shaking from disbelief, ecstasy, surging love, and so on.Until this point, my face is still out of order, and my body is still not honest.

At this point, if I still don't understand and don't take the initiative, I feel that I have no seeds.

Chuya-sama's kiss encouraged me, I squeezed my shoulders that were much tougher than when I was a teenager, tried my best to make my voice normal, hugged him with the strength I wanted to put him into my arms, and said:

"Master Chuya, please allow me—Qin Junsuke—a ghost wandering in this world, who is not worth mentioning, at this moment, for you and only for you, to dedicate all my loyalty and love in this life, as your lover , knights, slaves.

"Are you willing to accept this feeling full of narrowness, paranoia and madness? If I betray you, please kill me. If you betray me—"

Before I could say "Please cut my hand too", Chuya-sama raised his face, and put his black gloved hand on my neck.

He said seriously, "You can kill me too."

He's so cute, accepting me cuter than ever.

Neither the moon disk nor the Milky Way in the sky can compare to the light in those eyes, and the fragrance of flowers in the air cannot compare to even a soft strand of hair.The flowing music weaves my love along his ears and into his heart.

Will there ever be a time in my life where I love him more than this moment?

There must be, every moment, every minute, every second after that, I will love him more than the last moment.

Because he is so cute.