I was touched by Yokohama

Bearing the girl's weight, Saiki Kusuo remained unchanged, looking down at Chacha's slightly flushed face.

Hearing Nakahara Chuya's roar, he looked up to the past.

However, before Saiki Kusuo could make a sound, the girl had already opened her eyes and poked her head out from in front of him to look back.

The top of the snow-white fluffy hair is exposed first, and then a pair of pale gold cat eyes filled with mist.

"Chuya...Mr.?" She seemed a little confused and called softly.

In Zhongyuan Zhongye's eyes, the snow-haired girl looked timid like a frightened cat.

He couldn't help suppressing his anger forcibly, slowed down his expression and strode towards Saiki Kusuo.

"Let go of her."

Saiki Kusuo glanced up at him, even in the face of Nakahara Chuya's suppressed but still compelling aura, he still said very calmly: "You can't let go."

Can't let go?What is this nonsense? !

Chuya Nakahara stared at Saiki Kusuo's hand holding Chacha, and his suppressed anger was about to rise again.

A faint red light began to appear on his body.

However, a white male palm suddenly appeared behind him, and patted him lightly on the shoulder just right.

The black and red light on Nakahara Chuya's body disappeared instantly.

A kite-eyed boy with black curly short hair came out from behind him, with a standard smile on his handsome and harmless face.

"Tsk, Dazai, what are you blocking me for?" Nakahara Nakaya was upset, "Didn't you see this guy..."

"If Chuya does it according to his own ideas, it will destroy the entire store." Osamu Dazai said unhurriedly, "Is it because you want those people to notice that something is wrong?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also remembered that there was another mafia organization here, and he was still acting as a male publicist, so he sneered coldly.

"Isn't it all because of your bad idea?"

"If you don't care about it, you can make a big fuss now." Osamu Dazai spread his hands indifferently, his eyes flashed with the light of watching the excitement.

Only when looking in the direction of Saiki Kusuo, the bottom of his eyes dimmed slightly.

"It's just that tomorrow everyone in Hong Kong and black will know that Zhongye University will not go home at night, so they will come here to do male public relations."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

From Zhongyuan Zhongye's point of view, playing the role of male publicist or something, this kind of shame and humiliation must not be known to other subordinates of the port mafia!

He reluctantly restrained himself a little, and stopped using his supernatural powers. He stared at Saiki Kusuo with sharp cobalt blue eyes, and smiled ferociously: "I'll say it again, let go of her."

Saiki Kusuo was silent for a few seconds, the eyes behind the green glasses looked at him calmly, without the slightest retreat: "I said, you can't let go."

Once he let go, he didn't know whether he was drunk or not, and the world consciousness didn't know what he could do.

And I'm afraid it won't be so easy to catch.

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't believe this person's words at all, his eyes turned cold, and he was about to raise his hand——

"Mr. Chuya... Do you want to drink?" At this time, Chacha raised her face and held an empty glass.

"Wine?" Hearing Chacha's voice, Zhong Yuanzhong was also stunned for a moment, and his movements also stopped.

Chacha looked at Nakahara Chuya's hand for two seconds, broke free from Saiki Kusuo a little, took a step forward, and put the glass upright in his palm.

"Is this for me?" Nakahara Chuya subconsciously tightened his hand.

He smelled it, and the glass should have been filled with wine, and there was a faint fruity smell of wine.

It is self-evident who drank it.

"En." Chacha yawned a little, as if she wanted to continue to break free from Saiki Kusuo's imprisonment, but she couldn't break free for a while, so she obediently slipped back into his arms.

"What are you doing with an empty glass?" Zhong Yuan couldn't help laughing and holding his forehead, but the previous anger dissipated a lot because of the girl's actions.

Osamu Dazai on the side narrowed his eyes slightly, the meaning in his iris-colored pupils was unclear.

During the whole process, he did not show impulsive dissatisfaction like Zhongye Zhongye, but at this moment he squatted down a little bit, staring at Chacha's quiet face.

Osamu Dazai twisted a strand of snow-white soft hair, and the end of the hair gently brushed Chacha's closed eyelids.

"... Mr. Dazai?" The girl was harassed, rubbed her eyes, and muttered in a daze.

"It's me, Miss." At such a close distance, Dazai Osamu could even smell the faint scent of sweet wine on Chacha's body.

"The dwarf seems to have dismissed the idea of ​​fighting that person, the lady's interruption is really just right."

The black-haired boy said softly with the corners of his mouth curled up, his iris-colored eyes seemed to be filled with some kind of unknown thick darkness.

"So, I can't help but wonder... Is Miss really drunk?"

The petite girl moved slowly, and finally raised her eyelids to look at him.

Under the dimly flickering light, the originally brilliant eyes were stained with a dark golden and gloomy color.

Osamu Dazai watched, and suddenly laughed softly.

"Miss, it's really rare, I see the desire to destroy in your eyes."

"Mr. Dazai is wrong." Chacha yawned limply, and mist filled the heavy dark gold cage.

"It's just Dazai-san...you're a little noisy."

Chacha hates noise.

Osamu Dazai stood up slowly, chuckled, being able to get a glimpse of this thing, for him, this evening has already gained quite a lot.

Chacha glanced at him, as if wondering where his joy came from.She closed her eyelids again, seemingly sleepy.

Osamu Dazai was very considerate and didn't speak any more.

In fact, Osamu Dazai has always been aware that Chacha is not as simple as it appears on the surface, but what Chacha always expresses is pure cleanliness and transparency.

However, in this world, there has never been absolute black and white, and black or white alone means to perish.

And now, he finally got a glimpse of Chacha's dark side, but to his surprise, even the desire to destroy in those golden eyes was pure and peaceful.

...No, the young lady should be like this.

Dazai raised his lips silently.

About the best he could imagine, that's all.

Saiki Kusuo looked at Osamu Dazai in silence, he was sure that this person was very dangerous.

But being attracted by world awareness, I don't know who is more dangerous.

[She will be in a bad mood when she is sleepy and when she is disturbed. ] Saiki Kusuo said blankly, as if he hadn't noticed Dazai Osamu's whispers with Chacha before.

[Alcohol presumably amplifies her freewheeling slightly. ]

"Whatever You Want" Dazai keenly captures the deeper meaning of the word.

In other words, usually not enough to follow one's inclinations?

Where does this arbitrary degree refer to?

And, a little... huh.

"What are you all talking about?" Nakahara frowned, and put the empty glass on the bar, intending to pull Chacha from Saiki Kusuo's arms.

Seeing that Chachawo seemed to be asleep in Saiki Kusuo's arms, he hesitated for a moment, and he compromised and did not do so.

"There is a sofa in the private room, let's put her there." Nakahara Nakaya said to Saiki Kusuo, the cobalt blue eyes showed the vigilance and scrutiny of Saiki Kusuo.

From Zhongyuan Zhongye's point of view, Sai Mu Kusuo, a public relations man, has been holding on to Chacha. Although there seems to be a reason, there are still suspicions of evil intentions.

But Saiki Kusuo didn't bother to answer Nakahara Chuya.

Noticing that Chacha's fingers were shaking and pulling inadvertently, and there were pale golden ripples in the air, Saiki Kusuo quickly grabbed Chacha's fingers.

The faint golden ripples dissipated without causing any impact on the surroundings.

Saiki Kusuo breathed a sigh of relief.

"Qimu Kami?" Chacha seemed to be aware of it, and blinked dimly from her sleep.

[It's okay, it's over, let's go to sleep. ]

Chacha responded softly and closed her eyes again.

Although there were people around looking at it, their eyesight was only average, and they didn't notice anything wrong.

But Chuya Nakahara and Osamu Dazai are not ordinary people.

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned deeply, he caught the faint golden color just now: "What is that?"

Even without Dazai Osamu's wisdom and closeness to demons, Zhong Yuanzhong can easily deduce that the golden light has something to do with Chacha.

Before Saiki Kusuo answered, Dazai Osamu opened his mouth with a smile on his face.

"It must be a little bit of power leaked by the lady." Osamu Dazai turned his head, with a smile on his lips, and looked at Saiki Kusuo with a scrutinizing gaze.

"Presumably, this... and Miss actually know each other?"

know?Chuya Nakahara looked at Saiki Kusuo.

This non-existent male publicist... But it is indeed strange to be said by Osamu Dazai.

Facing the double blacks of the port mafia, Saiki Kusuo didn't change his face: [I'm here to buy coffee jelly, and I came to find her by the way. ]

Can you buy coffee jelly in male public relations shop?No matter how you understand this sentence, it means—"I just came to find her."

Zhongyuan Zhongye was even more vigilant in his heart. He was about to say something when a startled voice suddenly came from beside him.

"What are you doing?"

The three men turned to look.

The wealthy daughter was panting, staring at them in shock, and looking at Chacha who was sleeping in Saiki Kusuo's arms. She just showed an expression of "So that's it", when her gaze touched Zhongya Zhongyuan, her expression became stiff instantly.

Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows: "It seems that this lady knows Chuya, could it be Chuya's romantic debt?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also didn't care at first, and clenched his fists violently when he heard the words: "Mackerel shut your mouth, how can I have wind... that kind of thing?!"

The rich daughter also laughed dryly: "Yes, yes, how is it possible, but I did meet the Central Plains officials once..."

Don't be kidding, this Hong Kong gangster cadre is good-looking, but there is nothing she can touch. Just standing in front of this person, her legs are shaking!

Zhongyuan Zhong also watched the rich family's daughter for a while, and finally pulled out his impression of this person from a dead corner of his mind.

"Are you the one who was with Chacha on the fire in the armory?"

"That's right, I'm with Mr. Chacha." Seeing that Zhongyuan Zhong also remembered himself, the rich daughter was relieved and almost cried.

Otherwise, it would be bad to be killed by mistake.

"Is someone coming?" Osamu Dazai suddenly asked, seeing the panic-stricken look of the wealthy daughter.

The rich daughter: "That's right, they are some people dressed as mafia, they look very fierce..."

Because she was scared just now, she didn't have time to say it.

But there are cadres of the port mafia here, so it should be fine.

"Hmm..." The snow-haired girl lying in Saiki Kusuo's arms suddenly opened her eyes slowly and struggled.