After becoming a blood clan, he did everything possible to seek death

Wearing Osamu Dazai's clothes was more embarrassing than Oz imagined.

It was obviously just borrowing the clothes of the younger generation.

Oz took a deep breath, trying to suppress his emotions.

Under the effect of magic, he shrunk at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even his hair degenerated into the short hair state of childhood.

Ozzy flicked his long sleeves and looked at his little hands with some discomfort.

"Why are you shaking?" Ozzy frowned, scolding his hands seriously.

Under the gentle warm yellow light, it took Ozzy a lot of time to even unbutton his shirt, let alone his hand hanging over Dazai's clothes.His subordinates seemed to have an invisible wall of air, blocking Oz's actions.

It's obviously just ordinary clothes, even if they all exude a distinctive and strong descendant aura, they shouldn't make themselves nervous to such an extent, right?

Oz clutched his chest, and there seemed to be a flash of water in his eyes.

He wanted to take a deep breath, but he was afraid that his embarrassing state would be discovered by the descendants who were only separated by a wall.

In the end, he had no choice but to close his eyes in despair, letting the unstoppable heat on his face remind him that he hadn't calmed down, and quickly wrapped Dazai's clothes around his body.

"Why did it take so long? Do you need me to help you dress?"

Oz, who was emotionally disturbed, didn't hear the movement from outside the door. When he was struggling with the smell at the tip of his nose, the door of the small room was pushed open.

A bright light leaked from the gap, carrying a cool breath, Dazai raised his eyes and saw the little boy sitting on his bed with his snow-white chest exposed.

The snow-white was quickly dyed a layer of pink.

Then, in Dazai's regretful sight, it was blocked by his master's clothes.

Oz didn't quite understand why his reaction was so big, he subconsciously covered his body like a little girl.

But Dazai's eyes are really weird...

He bit his lower lip with his teeth, fastening the button with trembling fingertips.

It's like the way those vampire hunters looked at themselves when they were still there.

full of aggression.

Oz thought, maybe it was because Dazai hated him so much, it should be a pair of eyes that wanted to kill him.

Ozzy's wild thoughts stopped at the soft touch on the back of his hand.

Dazai didn't know when he closed the door again and came to Oz.

"Are people even stupid when they get smaller?" With some teasing words flowing in the room, Dazai held Ozzy's trembling hand, and stopped his messy behavior while Ozzy was still distracted .

The fastened buttons were undone by this guy who broke in suddenly.

Ozzy panicked, and instead held Dazai's wrist, his pupils unconsciously understood: "You, what are you doing!"

The voice in childhood was not as stable as in adulthood, the slightly bright juvenile voice coupled with the bright red color that could be seen clearly even in a dim environment made Dazai's Adam's apple hidden under the bandage subconsciously roll.

Dazai's gaze shifted unconsciously.

The children who planned to come in to watch Ozzy's jokes were only in their teens this year. In this strange atmosphere, he also fell into a mood that began to be tense.

Osamu Dazai cleared his throat, and an imperceptible tremor came out of his throat: "You made a mistake."

Oz lowered his head subconsciously, and between Dazai's hands holding his clothes, he saw a button that was empty at the hem of his clothes.

The last button didn't belong, and was dangling alone on his lower abdomen.

Plus the trousers that haven't had time to wear.

Ozzy's chest jumped violently, and he was so ashamed that he lowered his head that Dazai covered the back of his head, and leaned on the shoulder that looked thin but was actually very sexy.

The smell from the clothes blended perfectly with the people around him, which gave Ozzy the illusion that he was already integrating into Dazai.

Osamu Dazai, whose sight was blocked by his body, kept moving, groping for Ozzy's chest all the way, until he unbuttoned all the buttons, and then obediently stopped.

Dazai, who was squinting at the blond hair on his shoulders, didn't notice the emotion in his eyes at all, he just thought it was funny.

Ozzy's arched back is very interesting, the raised hair is very interesting, the airflow brought by breathing is very interesting, the trembling after being touched by himself is very interesting, and the red ears and neck are also very interesting.

Every interesting place seems to make him watch it for 100 years without getting tired.

To continue the fun, he opened his mouth again.

"Don't you need me to help you?"

"do not want!"

"But you can't even button it well, and just now you couldn't even—"

"You didn't see anything just now!"

Ozzy raised his head abruptly, his messy short hair hung down in front of his eyes, blocking his watery eyes.

Before Dazai sighed again for the unfaded red, Ozzy quickly blocked it tightly.

Finally tidying up, the vampire staggered around the descendants, rushed to the sink and slapped himself on the face with cold water.

A few drops of water hung on the eyelashes of the boy in the mirror, and he finally felt a little cool under the effect of the water temperature.

Ozzy wiped the remaining water on his hair, then grabbed them and brushed them to the back of his head, turning into a posy-haired look.

It's a pity that the effect of the water was not as good as expected, and a few strands of short hair still broke away from the main force and hung on Ozzy's eyebrows.

Dazai in the mirror had already sat in his seat, his brows and eyes were frowning, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Oz thought, he was probably reminiscing about the process of teasing himself again.

This is a resting room that is equipped in every large office in Hong Kong and Hei. Apart from the small bed, there is also a small table and lamp, plus a mess of test tubes and measuring cups. Ozzy can almost easily imagine it. Dazai drank the poison with such a pious attitude, then folded his hands on his chest, lay down on the bed and closed his eyes.

Perhaps sensing Ozzy's sight, Dazai looked at Ozzy's back, and then looked at Ozzy in the mirror.

Dazai showed an innocent smile: "Why do you comb your hair back?"

Ozzy turned around, not daring to look at Dazai, but explained to him in a low voice: "Because it looks neater this way, and it was a popular etiquette at that time."

"Like a little adult," Dazai commented, then blinked, "But it's also pretty."

The joy of being praised was far less than the inexplicable shyness. Oz hung Dazai's coat on his body, looked at how it fit in the mirror and snorted, and decided to regain his dignity as an elder.

"You are too thin, you need to eat more."

"So you are just too thin in my clothes?"

"...Don't talk back!"

"Okay okay."

Dazai stood up, stretched lazily, and came in front of Oz.

He bent his upper body forward, drew a circle with his hands in front of him, and then came to Ozzy.

The etiquette is so perfect that it looks like a gentleman stepped out of a book.

"Can I ask you to dance?" Dazai said, "It seems to be performed like this in TV dramas? But I won't know the following content."

"Teach me, Mr. Oz."