[K] Shoot Zhou Fangzun

I'm a little embarrassed, but I'm really curious.

Ogata stepped up the stairs and walked to the second floor with a note pad.

Wonder what the Red King's residence will look like?

I always feel... the orthodox Japanese style home decoration is completely inappropriate.

Light-colored curtains with printed patterns, solid-colored tatami mats, soft-lighted chandeliers...these elements seem to be incompatible with Zhou Fang.

In his case, he would probably like a cleaner and simpler arrangement, right?

Ogata thought so, and walked along the aisle to Takashi's bedroom.He left the door open, so she could easily see what was going on inside.

Although he was mentally prepared, Ogata still didn't feel relieved when he actually saw Zun's bedroom.

Unlike the "simple" previously thought, such a room can already be called "simple", right?

Walls and floors without any decoration, an old sofa that I don’t know where I picked it up, and a small refrigerator in the corner, with two empty beer cans thrown on it, one standing and the other falling down.

There was a glass ashtray on the ground in front of the sofa, and a few cigarette butts were randomly discarded in it.

The red-haired young man looked tired. He sat on the window sill with his eyes closed, one leg bent and stepped on the window sill, and the other slender leg fell under the window sill, pointing to the floor.

The sunlight fell on his body, outlining his outline into a hazy golden color, and under the rays of light, his red hair showed a color like a burning flame.Slightly frowning brows, high nose bridge, slightly pursed lips, the tough facial features softened a bit in this warmth.

There was patience and compromise in this gentleness, even though he was bathed in the sun, he still couldn't stretch his brows.The sunlight that slanted in from the window cast his shadow on the ground, stubborn and deep, and there were too many unspeakable emotions hidden in the silence.

Ogata stared at him blankly, tightened his fingers slightly, and rolled the notepad in his palm into a small curl.

She sensed vulnerability from the exhausted but unable to relax posture of the king.

"How long are you going to stand?"

A hoarse and deep male voice brought Ogata back from his contemplation to reality.

She raised her head, and Zhou Fang, who had been aware of it for a long time, turned his face to look at her sideways, his eyes were silent and deep, and her slender and petite figure was reflected in the amber-like pupils that had accumulated too much time.

Today, Ogata is wearing a golden yellow hooded sweater with two cat ears hanging on her back quietly.She held on to the door frame with one hand, and held a white pad in the other hand, and was staring at him in a daze.

The blue eyes stared at him softly, as if they wanted to tell him something, but in the end they didn't speak, they just conveyed it through such staring.

The long black hair was spread over her shoulders, Zhou Fang saw that there were still a few strands trapped in the collar, and somehow had the urge to help her straighten her hair out.

He recalled that when he leaned over to talk to her in the amusement park, he casually brushed the hair from her side cheeks behind her ears, and his fingers seemed to still remember the soft and smooth touch, as delicate and cool as satin, which made people unable to resist Nostalgia.

"Can you come in?" After hesitating at the door for a moment, Ogata asked, seeing the other party nodded, and then walked into the room.

When she walked to the window, Zhou Fang looked at her silently, waited for her to stand still before whispering: "If I don't call you, are you going to stand there forever?"

Ogata was taken aback for a moment, apparently not expecting him to initiate the topic, subconsciously stroking his long hair hanging on his chest, gently twirling the ends of his hair with his fingertips, and replied with a somewhat embarrassed smile: "See You closed your eyes, so you didn't make a sound, worrying if it would disturb you."

Her eyes fell on the corner of Zhou Fang's mouth with the bandage on it. The other party noticed her gaze and turned his face out of the window unnaturally. The two fell into a brief awkward silence.

The black-haired girl coughed lightly, "Is there any food you particularly like to eat? Tomorrow, I will prepare lunch for everyone. You can eat whatever you want."

Looking out the window, Zhou Fang replied casually: "Whatever."

"Spicy? Sweet? Do you like mustard?" She echoed his words.

Zhou Fang still looked unconcerned.

"Okay, since Zun said it's casual, let's make a durian mousse cake."

There was a moist luster in the gentle pupils full of smiles, she poked Zun's knee with the end of the water pen, and watched him turn his head and stare at her slightly depressed.

Ogata looked back at him calmly.

Zun fumbled out the cigarette case from his pocket, took out one and lit it, and took a deep breath to relieve the gradually excited flame in his body.

Ogata's ability belongs to the extremely aggressive type of extreme transformation, the overflowing energy unconsciously violates his domain, the small friction between this kind of energy makes him feel annoyed for no reason, although he knows she is not malicious, but in Under the clamor of the flames, it was difficult for him to respond to her question peacefully.

"Same as Kusanagi." His voice was hoarse and deep, although his expression was irritable, but because of his cold brows and patient expression, he looked extra alluring.

He closed his eyes, opened them again, his eyes were fierce and sharp, and a golden-red streamer was brewing in the depths of his pupils.

"The energy is starting to fluctuate again?" Ogata was sensitive to the changes in him, his breathing became heavier and heavier, and the air around his body was obviously getting hotter.

She went to the small refrigerator in the corner of the room, took out two cans of cold beer, and then returned to the window and handed them to him.

Zhou Fang's action of snatching the cold beer was a little rough, he pulled the pull ring and poured it with his head up, his Adam's apple rolled with the rhythm of swallowing the cold beer.

The cold liquid slid down the esophagus into the stomach, but the heat in his body didn't decrease but instead increased. The man squeezed the empty can and threw it on the ground irritably.Ogata handed him another can, and the king impatiently pulled off the tab with his index finger, and took a few gulps again.

She went to get another can of cold beer, and before she could go back, she heard Zhou Fang say to her in a low and hoarse voice: "Don't come over."

The girl looked back at him, and he was staring at her closely, his golden-red eyes were frighteningly bright.

"Get out." There was warning in his tone, "leave me alone."

Ogata looked at him quietly for a while, the forest green pupils were filled with soft watery light.She smiled gently and gently, walked over regardless of his fierce expression, raised her hand and pressed the cold soda can to his forehead.

Zhou Fang grabbed her wrist angrily, his voice was hot and suppressed, "Ogata Toru!"

"Here." She turned the cold beer can in her hand, letting the cold side close to his skin, "You know what? Zhou Fang."

Ogata looked into his eyes, smiled lightly, with a gentle and indulgent expression, without panic or fear, only a calm and warm tolerance.

"While driving others away from you with fierce words, my eyes are desperately saying that it is so painful, please stay - how can I leave you alone and face this situation alone after receiving this kind of pleading?" A hopeless situation?"

There was a soothing power in her voice.

"Are you scared? If one day you can't restrain yourself, the power of collapse will burn everything to ashes, and the people you care about and the objects you want to protect will all disappear. My own existence will become meaningless, and I am afraid to see Will it come to such a day? Zhou Fang."

He unconsciously tightened his grip on her wrist.

Ogata held the can with one hand, and lightly placed the other hand on the back of his hand, "No, there will never be that day. Because Zun never wants to hurt anyone in his heart."

She looked into his eyes, although she smiled softly, but her eyes were very serious.

"Zun with such gentle thoughts, how could he do something that hurt everyone."