Woke up and I became Da Jae's bandage

The air froze for a few seconds, Osamu Dazai showed no reaction or expression, a sense of frustration welled up in my heart.I don't know what he is struggling with. Is it because I speak too vaguely that he can't understand?God, how can I explain clearly?

To be able to say those words has exhausted all my courage, Osamu Dazai, I beg you to give me some reaction, okay, even if it is a refusal?

I withdrew my eyes from him and my hands from his shoulders.

but--

Hands were held in mid-air.

I looked up in surprise.

Osamu Dazai took my hand forward, reaching to where his shirt tie was, and put my hand on it.He looked at me slightly, with a smile on his face.

This guy...does he want me to come by myself?

He must have wanted to see me make a fool of myself, but I didn't, I wanted to take off his clothes openly.

However, that is easier said than done.

It took me almost 2 minutes to unbutton the first button.

I'm sorry... My hands are shaking, I'm just talking tough, but I'm really uneasy in my heart.

Osamu Dazai was trying not to laugh out loud, I saw it.

damn it.Why can he sit there so calmly, as if nothing happened.

My hands trembled even more.

He didn't mean to help me at all, but the hand holding me was still scratching my palm gently.He's teasing a kitten like he's expecting it to blow up in front of him.

"Osamu Dazai, you did it on purpose."

I didn't choose to continue to untie the second button, I just tore off all the buttons from the second to the last, which was really easy.

"If it's broken, it's broken. I'll buy you a new one." I looked at him. Anyway, this is also in his plan.It's just a piece of clothing, and it's not like I can't afford it.

He still didn't speak, just looked at me with a smile.

The bandage stretched from the right shoulder to the waist and abdomen, and there was an exposed scar above the waist.There are more scars like this on his body, and I feel sorry for him when I look at it.

"Ache." Osamu Dazai finally spoke, "If you keep watching, the injuries won't be less."

I nodded and pulled his hand. I knew the location of the bandage knot on his arm, so I found it easily. I untied it round and round, and pulled the right arm over after the left arm was untied.

"Do you have to strip me naked?" He was still laughing.

Nonsense, of course to be fair.I'm only wearing a pair of trousers, but you are all neat and tidy, what's the matter?

He took my left hand and slid it into the sleeve from his right shoulder, his right arm slipped out of the sleeve, and his right hand clasped my left hand.

Likewise, his left hand clasped my right.

Osamu Dazai exerted a little strength, and he pushed me down on the bed behind me. I looked at him with wide eyes, and wondered how the situation suddenly became like this?

He adjusted his posture slightly, holding both my wrists with one hand, and I was surprised to find that I couldn't break free.

Osamu Dazai touched my cheek with his other hand, pretending to think: "Well, where should I start?"

Saying this sentence, it was as if there was a plate of fine beef steak in front of him, but he didn't know where to start.

His fingers traced along the corners of my browbones and eyes, slid across the nose to the corners of my lips.He stopped, and then raised his finger to stroke my lips for a moment.His touch is very gentle, at the moment when I can't avoid it, every tactile sensation is infinitely magnified, a little itchy, I want to stop it with my hand, but Dazai holds it down and can't move.

His hand moved again, this time along the cheek all the way to the right, touching my ear, lingering a few times.Then he gently pinched my earlobe and stopped.

I gritted my teeth, adjusted my breathing, and said, "Do you think I'm a cat? Petting me, don't be like this..."

His hand moved back to my lips, and his voice lowered: "Then tell me, what do I want?"

Before I could give an answer, he had already bent down and kissed along the route his fingers slid.

His lips grazed the corners of my mouth, and I just felt my brain buzzing. This is really a kind of torture. How could I have forgotten it? Osamu Dazai has always been good at torturing people.

His hand was still tightly pressed, he had already kissed my neck, and his hand was still on my collarbone, circling and lingering a little bit.His movements were slow, but they made my heart beat faster and faster, and I couldn't even breathe steadily.

I even changed my voice: "Let go of me... Osamu Dazai."

"Okay." He replied quickly, and quickly withdrew his hand.

And then... I was so embarrassed, I didn't know where to put my hands.

He took my hand all the way down, and said in my ear: "Aren't you going to help me undress? Go on."

I felt the temperature on my face rise instantly, and I just held his hand hard.

"Ache, there's something you haven't seen on me, why are you shy at this moment?"

That's different!I almost screamed out.

Perhaps my expression of awe-inspiring death was too heroic, Osamu Dazai nestled next to my shoulder and neck and laughed: "Ache, you are really... so cute."

Don't say cruel words if you can't do cruel things. This is a lesson I learned today.

"Dazai." I called his name.

"Yeah." He responded.

"Dazai."

"Well, I'm here."

"Dazai."

"Ache."

He didn't wait for me to yell again, and kissed my lips.

Skin shuddered at the touch.Every breath is stained with the taste of Osamu Dazai, which is sweet enough to melt my tongue. I am immersed in this delicious dish and cannot escape. I only hope that the tip of my tongue can explore more fresh tastes.

His hand moved to the table to get a glass of water, he took a sip, and then fed it into my mouth, it was obviously cold water, but it flowed into my throat as if it was boiling hot.He entangled my tongue like a tangled tree root, unwilling to let me go easily.He sucked the water on the tip of his tongue, taking away the panting sound from my mouth by the way.

I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him further towards me.

The kiss continued to deepen, the temperature of the body gradually increased, and the mind began to become unconscious.I am an untuned harp. He plucks my strings, caresses my curved neck, and guides the resonance box to emit music that flows like the sound of gurgling water.

The second hand of the clock is beeping, and it is now 08:30 in the evening, which is the most beautiful time of night.

Stars fall in the night sky, and the bright moon complements each other. Their light shines on each other, and they also approach slowly, tentatively and cautiously.The moment the light touches, the flickering flickering is like a pounding heartbeat and impact. They absolutely occupy and devour each other. The light is getting stronger and stronger. The overlapping starlight and moon shadow are entwined and inseparable. Branded and engraved in areas where each other was taboo.The falling snow is their accompaniment, and the breeze is their refrain. They play and sing each other's songs and blend together in the sonata of the night.

The author has something to say: I have tried to conceal it QVQ

Thank you for the landmines that are mixed with meow;

Thanks to the little angels for the nutrient solution: 20 bottles of Yuya; 11 bottles of Mr. Lei; 2 bottles of Wenshi, thank you for your support.