ideal lover

The moment of death was unexpectedly easy.

There was no imaginary pain, just a bang, and all consciousness disappeared, just simply, all gone.

The world becomes nothingness.

hum-

The phone vibrated on the table, the pupils suddenly dilated, and the breathing was revived with the sound of a heavy heartbeat.

what's the situation?

The body was moving, and the alarm clock of the mobile phone was turned off, Kobayashi Hirano Aya sat on the bed, the raised mattress beside him reminded him of the existence of another person.

The air conditioner in the house is fully turned on. In the sweltering summer, sleeping indoors wrapped in a futon is really a luxury.

Ocher hair.

Exquisite silhouette, pretty enough to have an aggressive face.

Who is this man?

Didn't I just die?

The brain is thinking slowly. The dark bedroom has a large space, and the feet are on the wooden floor. Aya Kobayashi Hirano opens the door of the bedroom. The bright light makes his eyes blink reflexively, and then he is stunned by the "scenery" in front of him. Living.

Spacious, too much...

this house.

Because it was too luxurious, Kobayashi Hirano Aya, who had never seen the world, said that she was shocked and speechless.

If he guessed right, the decoration style here should be designed by the rumored Qing X House Office, which is said to be extremely expensive and has to wait for several years to make an appointment. Not to mention the furniture, with a strong personal design style, pure There is no need to study the gap between hand-made furniture and finished products on the market. You can tell which one is superior just by looking at it.

There are also a few works of art hanging in the living room, there is no need to worry about whether they are fakes or real ones, the only ones who put such things in their homes are boring rich people.

The most important thing is the scenery from the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The shining horizon, the blue sky and the sea reflect each other, and the vast and boundless vision makes people feel bright.

Ocean view room.

Kobayashi Hirano Ling couldn't afford a house in his life, and now he can enjoy such a beautiful scenery with his own body, which is the only good thing he has done since he got this body.

The body walked to the kitchen, with a full set of cooking equipment and a spacious cooking table, even if Aya Kobayashi Hirano is not in control of her body now, she still has the urge to cook.

The body did indeed move. Compared to the first time she saw the beautiful sword skills of her body, Aya Kobayashi Hirano was able to calmly accept all of this.

The prepared ingredients are not put into the pot, but placed in a bowl, sealed with plastic wrap to keep it fresh, the rice is cooked first, and the sauce is prepared, just waiting to be put into the pot.

Are you waiting for that man?

Aya Kobayashi Hirano guessed, sitting on the sofa, the long-lost tranquility let him relax physically and mentally, feeling a little idle and too leisurely.

Kobayashi Hirano Ling wasn't interested in the magazine spread out in front of her. While flipping through her body, Kobayashi Hirano Ling began to wonder who the red-haired man she had just seen was.

He looks very young, so he may be someone like the rich second generation, but it does not rule out that he has accumulated considerable wealth. After all, Osamu Dazai was a cadre of Mafia at the port at the age of 18. This person may also be a senior executive of a certain company, or he just looks good. Appears small.

But in any case, the life of the rich is really good...

Kobayashi Hirano Ling looked at the red wine older than him on the wine rack, and deeply felt the reality of the gap between the rich and the poor.

Aya Kobayashi Hirano, a poor man who would only dare to eat conveyor belt sushi once in luxury, sighed.

creak-

The door of the bedroom was opened, the sound of footsteps approaching from far away, and a hoarse voice still wrapped in just waking up: "Aya Hirano."

His body turned around.

The ocher hair caught in his eyes was burning, and the man who was so beautiful that it was about to sting his eyes was walking towards him.

Cobalt blue eyes.

Is it mixed race?

Aya Kobayashi Hirano thought, his lips began to rise, and he heard the warm voice of his body asking: "I thought you would sleep until noon, Mr. Nakaya."

The brown-haired Mr. Nakaya stared at him for a while, as if Dazai Osamu saw his eyes for the first time before, and his eyes were full of confusion.

"Mr. Chuya?"

The moment his body opened his mouth, the confusion in Mr. Nakaya's eyes dissipated. He looked at Kobayashi Hirano Aya and walked a little closer.

Shorter than yourself, this person.

There is a subtle sense of superiority in height.

"Yesterday, when did I come back?"

"It's past three in the morning."

"It's really troublesome to wake you up so late."

Hearing what Mr. Nakaya said, Aya Kobayashi Hirano shook her head: "Please don't say that, after all, there is only this that I can help you with."

Surprisingly good personality.

Aya Kobayashi Hirano thought, just looking at his appearance, he thought that Mr. Nakaya was a proud person, similar to the type of noble son of a family, and he seemed unapproachable.

On the contrary, this Mr. Nakaya not only has a good personality, but also behaves like a gentleman. He treats Kobayashi Hirano Aya in a friendly way, but with a sense of distance and politeness.

It seems that Aya Kobayashi Hirano is really regarded as a tenant living under the same roof, not a lover.

Even though they sleep in the same bed.

Since Mr. Nakaya is busy with work, he spends almost half of a week on business trips, and the rest is work. Aya Kobayashi Hirano doesn't know much about Mr. Nakaya.

But what is certain is that Mr. Nakaya is considered a young and promising person, and he has accumulated considerable wealth, as can be seen from his storage of red wine and luxury cars in his garage.

When touching this black Bentley with her own hands, Aya Kobayashi Hirano couldn't help stroking it a few more times.

He plans to work for two years after graduation to buy a domestic car. It is a family model, the horsepower requirement is not high, and the safety factor is the first priority. He can afford it financially, out of the consideration of the real life standard.

Too extravagant.

Since living with Mr. Nakaya, this sentence has been said countless times in Kobayashi Hirano Aya's heart.

Occasionally, Mr. Nakaya saw Kobayashi Hirano Aya coming back from the vegetable market, carrying big bags and small bags in his hand, so he gave him a bunch of car keys and asked him to go to the garage to choose a car, which would be used as a vehicle for going to the vegetable market. transportation.

Driving a luxury car to buy groceries, even thinking about this scene feels inconsistent.

This black Bentley is already quite a low-key style in the garage. Other supercars, let alone going to the vegetable market, are enough to attract people's attention just by driving them out.

But even if it is this car, I may not have the courage to drive it out. If it hits somewhere, it will be a very troublesome thing to repair.

According to my current physical personality, I shouldn't be really stupid enough to drive this car to go shopping for groceries.

After all, he is a sensible lover.

Aya Kobayashi Hirano pressed the button and closed the garage door.

Although a luxury car is good, it is not necessary for life, and if it is too exposed, it will be a burden.

So he switched to a means of transportation.

jingle--

Women's bicycles are specially designed for housewives. The rear seat can also be installed with a seat. It is best used to put vegetables, and it can also be covered with a cover.

Mr. Kobayashi Hirano Aya and Mr. Nakaya live in a luxurious community, surrounded by membership-only markets. Although it is very convenient to buy foreign products, when buying vegetables, the price is the same thing, and the freshness of the vegetables must also be considered .

There is no comparison between the taste of the ones taken out of the freezer and the ones picked by the vegetable farmers from the field, and the storage time in the refrigerator is also very short, and it is easy to rot from the heart of the cabbage, which can only be discovered when the vegetables are cut.

No matter how you compare it, the vegetable market is better.

It’s just a bit far away, it takes about 30 minutes by bus, but now it’s 10 minutes longer than taking a bus if you switch to a bicycle, and you can also exercise, and it’s very convenient to buy groceries.

But the routine of life is really about to become an old man.

Going to bed early and getting up early, taking advantage of the cool summer morning, leaving the house before [-]:[-], Kobayashi Hirano Aya pushed her bicycle and rode along the road by the sea, with a T-shirt blown by the sea breeze, blown hair, the sound of undulating waves, the turning Wheels, like a scene from a movie.

The feeling of "living".

Even if you don't control your body by yourself, living in such a beautiful environment, surrounded by every sense organ, is a peaceful breath of life.

What's more, Mr. Nakaya is often not at home. Kobayashi Hirano Aya spends most of her time at home free, and doing housework is not such a tiring thing. Kobayashi Hirano Aya only needs to hold the handle and adjust the fully automatic electrical appliances used for cleaning. Mode is enough, there are very few places that really need to be cleaned by hand.

Too easy.

Lives with Mr. Nakaya.

As a cohabitant, I really don't have any shortcomings to pick out. If I insist on saying something bad, it's only when he ends his business trip, and he usually returns home in the middle of the night, which easily disturbs his sleep time.

But for the body of Kobayashi Hirano Aya, who calls herself a "lover", this kind of thing is almost negligible.

What exactly does Nakaya-san think of me now?

The way he treats him is not so much a cohabitant, but more like a nanny in charge of his life, but he does not reject sleeping in the same bed, but Mr. Nakaya will be very stiff if there is a little intimate behavior in life.

The bed in the dormitory is so big that it is not a problem to sleep four people. He and Mr. Nakaya occupy each side without interfering with each other, and there is an invisible line between them.

Occasionally, when he crossed the boundary, Mr. Nakaya accidentally touched his body. Mr. Nakaya, who was stiff all over, immediately pulled away and expressed his apology.

With such an attitude, let alone lovers, I am afraid that they are not even considered close friends.

It's a bit against harmony, but for Aya Kobayashi Hirano herself, it's the most suitable attitude.

Calculating the time, he and Mr. Nakaya have been together for less than a month, and the time of meeting has not even been a week. If Mr. Nakaya gets along with him as a lover, he will definitely feel various discomforts. Various psychological shadows when Osamu Dazai stayed together.

Should I be thankful that Mr. Chuya is a good person...

But the chips are not equal. If such a relationship does not change, it will be a matter of time before something goes wrong.

Maybe he will be thrown out like last time, but this Mr. Nakaya should have a better attitude and "please" him out after explaining the reason.

After all, he is a responsible person. If he really gets to that point, his end will not be too miserable, but what will his body do?

Kobayashi Hirano Ling recalled the terrible death-seeking experience last time, a huge fear surged up and swallowed him, the hairs on his skin stood up, and the physical nausea made him retch.

Lying on the edge of the pool and lowering her head in embarrassment, Aya Kobayashi Hirano felt repulsed by the behavior of her body.

For now, it's better to stay where you are.

The flowing vortex became smaller and smaller, Aya Kobayashi and Hirano thought in a daze.

However, the turning point that breaks the status quo always happens unexpectedly.

☆, Nakahara Chuya three