How to return the bandage essence that I accidentally got

Late night, Lupine Bar.

The dim light was falling, and the wine bottle glass on the wall cabinet was glowing with a dizzying cold color, and the bar was deserted and deserted, as if there was no one there.

Fuxin Yano ordered a glass of vodka, and she sat alone on the high stool, listening to soothing music, taking a sip from time to time.

Not sweet, not bitter, not astringent, only a strong flame-like stimulation blooms on the tip of the tongue.

It has been many days since she came to this strange world.

There is no Fengxin Yaye in this world, or in other words, she in this world has already died on the sea battlefield in that supernatural war.

All the information was wiped out, and the only remaining record was a string of short death codes.

Now, even this brief code name was obtained by relying on some secret means she knew.

Everything about that war is sealed in top secret files.

Of course, except for things about her that have deviated, everything else seems to be moving along the original track.

Fuxin Yano flicked the wine glass, the crisp sound mixed with the music, giving people a light feeling.

So, everything in this world is functioning normally except without her.

interesting.

The corners of her mouth were pursed, and the gray-blue eyes were filled with fine starlight.

There were light footsteps at the top of the stairs, and Fengxin Yano could guess who it was without looking back.

Osamu Dazai was wearing a black coat, with a bandage over his right eye, his fluffy black hair curled slightly like seaweed, a casual smile on his fair and handsome face, the figure of Fuxin Yano reflected in his iris eyes .

He came down from the stairs, walked briskly to Fengxin Yaye's side, took her hand very naturally, with affection.

"Miss Fengxin tonight is as dazzling as usual, just the back view of drinking alone makes people fascinated, even I will choose to be close to a graceful beauty like you."

Fushin Yano let Osamu Dazai hold his hand, and was indifferent to his flirting, and she completely ignored her pair of iris eyes that were shining with luster.

How should I put it, thanks to Osamu Dazai of her world, she is at least [-]% immune to the saucy operations from Osamu Dazai, and these few words alone can't move her at all.

Without a response, Osamu Dazai still didn't give up, he leaned his body and looked at Fushin Yano, with a very soft and sweet smile on his face.

Fengxin Yaye tilted his head to look at him, knowing that he was trying to get her attention.The Osamu Dazai in this world looks no different from the one in her world, both are black and squeamish.

A delicate and cute bandage spirit.

Thinking about Fuxin Yano, who had Dazai's own 800-meter filter, he obviously couldn't see the large group of people who were plotted by Dazai to die.

She lowered her eyes softly, pointed to the rich variety of wine on the opposite wine cabinet, and said softly, "Don't you want a drink?"

Osamu Dazai blinked, and obediently ordered a glass of vodka. Looking at the transparent ice ball in the glass, he couldn't help flicking it a few times with his fingertips.

"By the way, Miss Fengxin is not from Yokohama, right?"

He rested his chin in one hand, held the wine glass in the other, and asked softly, like the wind blowing through the clouds.

"Why did you come to Yokohama?"

After hearing Dazai Osamu's words, Fushin Yano gently swirled the wine in the glass, his voice was so soft that it almost disappeared.

"...in order to find some people or things that prove that I existed."

She lowered her eyes and stared at the crystal clear wine in the glass. The ice ball in the wine reflected a soft light.

Osamu Dazai looked at her quietly, and felt the unfinished meaning in her words—it's a pity that he couldn't find it.

"It's hard."

he asks.

The kite-colored eyes silently stared at Fuxin Yano, as if she wanted to see through her gray-blue eyes the true emotions buried deep inside.

Fushin Yano imitated Osamu Dazai's movements and lightly tapped the ice hockey in the wine glass, watching the ice ball sink and float.

"No, I just realized some kind of malice in the world."

She stopped talking, but picked up the wine glass and took a sip, savoring the taste of the strong wine carefully.

Osamu Dazai withdrew his gaze, his eyes were dull and indifferent, and the whole person became silent visibly with the naked eye.

The malice of the world.

Doesn't it always run through the existence of life itself?

Fuxin Yano stretched out his hand and put it on Osamu Dazai's head, patting his slightly curly hair, as if to disperse the mournful mood on his body.

Feeling the weight on the top of his head, Osamu Dazai leaned on the bar and looked at her sideways, a gleam in his eyes.

Is this comforting him?

Fushin Yano put the finished wine glass on the bar counter, the aftertaste of the spirit softened her brows and eyes, she slowly approached Dazai, and finally lay down on the table, the hand on Dazai's head also slowly slipped off to his shoulders.

She closed her eyes, with a strong aroma of wine on her body.

Osamu Dazai took a closer look and found that she was really a little drunk. He looked at the glass of vodka and felt that Fushin Yano must have drunk more than that, maybe there must be a bottle.

He stretched out his finger and poked Fuxin Yano's face lightly, but she grabbed her when he tried to make trouble.

"Don't make trouble."

She didn't open her eyes, didn't let go of her hand, and her breathing gradually became calmer.

Osamu Dazai looked at the hand that was grasped by her, but did not pull it out, and his eyes seemed to be glued with fine starlight, slightly refracting some light.

With his other hand, he picked up the wine glass and shook it, the smooth body of the glass reflected his slightly raised mouth.

Oh yeah, looks good tonight.

Fuxin Yano was not drunk.

A bottle of vodka would at most make her slightly tipsy. If she used supernatural powers, she could stay awake all the time, but then there would be no fun drinking at all, and besides, she felt a little drowsy inexplicably in the groggy atmosphere of the bar.

After half an hour of light sleep, she woke up, and as soon as she opened her eyes, she bumped into a soft iris, which seemed to contain an ocean that could drown people.

She hesitated.

"...how much did you drink?"

Osamu Dazai blushed, blinked his eyes, and smiled brightly: "Not much, not much, less than a bottle."

Fengxin Yano: ...

Based on what she knew about Osamu Dazai, a 700ml bottle of vodka would make him dizzy even if it didn't affect his IQ.

She put her hand in front of Dazai.

Sure enough, Dazai stared at her for a long time, finally bent his eyes, followed her hand, hugged her whole arm and then put it on her shoulder, looking like a soft and boneless bird.

Fengxin Yano sighed, a little helpless, she knew it would be like this.

I like to mention a drunk slaughter (√)

She looked at the fluffy head on her shoulder, and suddenly felt that this was not bad.

The 18-year-old Osamu Dazai is still a cadre of the port mafia. He has an irregular life, stays up late and drinks too much, messing up his body.

Don't know how to take care of yourself?

"I'll take you back later?"

Fushin Yano asked him softly, wondering if Dazai had arranged for his subordinates to pick him up.

Osamu Dazai didn't know whether he was really drunk or fake drunk, his voice was soft and waxy, and he answered irrelevant questions.

"Where does Miss Fengxin live?"

The soft tone mixed with the smell of alcohol spread into Fuxin Yano's ears, with a warm feeling.

Fushin Yano blinked slightly, thinking, well, she knows what Dazai wants to do.

"Understood, I will take you there later."

Hearing these words, Osamu Dazai suddenly became energetic, raised his head and let go of Fushin Yano's shoulders, showing a sweet smile, the black mud under his eyes was tightly covered.

He swooped over and hung on Fengxin Miye's body, entwining her stickily.

Fengxin Yano let him hang on, and left Lupin's bar halfway after paying the bill.

Back at the hotel where she was temporarily staying, she took advantage of the opportunity to put Osamu Dazai on the sofa and asked someone to bring him hangover soup.

The dizzy Dazai didn't intend to drink at first, his body limply leaned against Fushin Yano's shoulder, and the warm breath sprayed on her neck, causing the skin to tremble.

He rubbed against it coquettishly, and let out a seemingly indistinct whimper, as soft and powerless as a poor black cat trying to get into the warm embrace of its owner.

Before Fushin Yano fed him hangover soup, Osamu Dazai's hands began to move dishonestly.

As if stirring up a flame that had just begun to emerge, his palm was pressed against Fushin Yano's waist, loosening and tightening as if holding it unintentionally.

His head was buried in the long hair on Fengxin's chest, through the thin clothes, Fengxin Yano could almost feel the heat on his face.

Her gray-blue eyes flickered on and off, and finally lowered her gaze, acquiescing to Osamu Dazai's actions that crossed the line.

Fuxin Yano distanced himself a little from Dazai's aggrieved gaze, and his eyes fell on his soft smiling face, and finally looked into the iris-colored abyss in his eyes.

For a moment, she felt as if she had been bewitched by Osamu Dazai, and the aftertaste from drinking before seemed to come back, and unconsciously she put down the hangover soup in her hand.

The bowl and spoon landed on the glass tabletop, making a crisp sound, making the room even more silent.

When Osamu Dazai was trying to get close to her, Fushin Yano glanced lightly at the scattered bandages on his face, and then pushed him down on the sofa with his backhand.

Her fingertips slid across his hot cheeks, and finally touched his moist red lips.

Fuxin Yano finally had a little smile on his face, and his gray-blue pupils were also stained with a bit of unconscious confusion.

So, I'm still drunk...

She lowered her eyebrows.

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Fengxin Yano this person.

There was no record of existence before, and she appeared in Yokohama out of thin air. The information that can be found is limited to her activities in Yokohama. At least the intelligence forces he has can't find any information about her before she came to Yokohama.

The first time we met was also at Lupine Bar.

At that time, Fuxin Yano was sitting quietly on the high stool, his gray-blue eyes filled with the lone star in the night sky, bright and dazzling.

An inexplicable emotion spread in his heart, as if he saw only one person in the crowd, and that person happened to be walking towards you.

If it weren't for his "disqualification in the world" that is immune to all forms of supernatural powers, Osamu Dazai would have suspected that he had some strange love at first sight power.

Just seeing him two or three times in Lupin's bar, the fiery feelings almost burst out from the apex of my heart.

Even though I was frightened by this scorching heat, I couldn't help but want to curl up, but, but——

Fuxin Yano stretched out his hand to him.

She peeled off the soft cotton candy and shone into the dark night sky in his heart like starlight.

Hey, I really care, I really care.

I really want to just hold her hand like this until this oxidized world decays.

The author has something to say: Hey, I finally wrote out the brain hole of the copywriting (≧ω≦)/

I think everyone has the ability to make up blue links by themselves (dog head)