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

Osamu Dazai squinted his eyes, tapped his fingers rhythmically on Ozzy's neck, and secretly watched the reaction of the unknown lady in a great mood.

However, the lady who coveted Oz had a bad complexion. The smile that hadn't faded away was hanging stiffly on her face at this moment, which really had a comic effect.

At least Dazai thought it was funny.

He also wanted to get closer to Ozzy and do more "out of the box" things so that he could continue to watch the comedy, and secondly, Ozzy's reaction actually made him very interesting.

Osamu Dazai squinted his long and narrow eyes, pretending to be slightly drunk and stepping on his feet to kiss Ozzy's chin, while he couldn't hold back the low laugh in his throat.

Although he quickly turned these overflowing laughter into moans and chirps, he looked like a little white rabbit coquettishly in the arms of the elder.

The lady opposite obviously couldn't see the fangs in the little white rabbit's mouth clearly in such a short time. Seeing that Oz was resisting on the face, but his hand was holding Dazai's arm obediently, her expression changed instantly.

Even someone as uninformed as Ozzy in certain areas realized that she had misunderstood something.

The original intention was to support Dazai, and by the way, Ozzy loosened his waist like a hot hand, but he had to maintain the previous misleading movement under Dazai's offensive again.

Ozzy gritted his teeth, took half a step back to stabilize his figure, and then said in a low voice, "What are you going to do?"

Osamu Dazai naturally leaned on Ozzy's shoulder, looking weak, and replied in a low voice, "I'm helping you, why don't you appreciate it?"

Osamu Dazai has a good way of turning black and white. When he was in Hong Kong, there were a lot of his subordinates who were played and applauded by him. Yes, everyone in Hong Kong knows the prestige of Osamu Dazai.

Now, Dazai Osamu's small plan hit Ozzy's body.

Ozzy hasn't realized this yet, so he can be said to have stepped into a trap that Dazai could not say was carefully prepared.

"Speaking like this, you still say that you are helping me?"

"Of course I'm helping you."

Dazai's tone was of course so that Ozzy became a little uncertain.

"Look at her," Dazai Osamu rubbed the tip of his nose against Ozzy's chest, maintaining his persona as a drunken little white flower, but he was actually guiding Oz to observe the lady, "Didn't she just want to post it? Now Woolen cloth?"

Oz hesitated again.

Indeed, as Dazai said, the lady who forcibly approached him to talk caused him a lot of trouble, and now this lady clearly showed the intention of retreating.

But something always feels wrong.

"As long as you cooperate with me a little more, she will leave on her own later." Osamu Dazai blinked his eyes, with a hint of temptation in his innocent appearance.

I have to say that Osamu Dazai is a genius in terms of expression control.

If this was the first time Ozzy had seen him, he might have been fooled by the illusion of perfection.

But Oz is different now.

Although Ozzy would still be shaken by Dazai's deliberate obedience for a moment, Ozzy could still sense the teasing in Dazai's eyebrows and his bad intentions that he didn't even bother to hide.

For example, now, this villainous guy keeps saying that he wants to help him get rid of that lady, but he is secretly waiting to see his own joke.

Ozzy was slightly annoyed, but he didn't want to blame Dazai in public, so he continued to lean into Dazai's ear in an attempt to reason with him.

In the eyes of others, this intimate gesture is obviously confirming what the young man just said - the handsome man who looks dignified is actually a man who raises a child and forces him to do those nasty things. He even claimed to be the bully of the child's father!

Ozzy's face froze, but Dazai still looked gloating and chuckled in his ear.

It's too arrogant, and I won't be able to rent a house for three days.

Oz sighed, hooked Dazai's waist with one hand, loosened the tie around his neck with the other hand, unbuttoned the first two buttons on the collar, and rubbed between his brows wearily.

"Fun?"

"Wow, I don't understand what you're talking about."

Osamu Dazai deliberately pretended to be stupid. Although he was a little puzzled as to why Ozzy's reaction was not according to his script, he still hung firmly on Ozzy's body, trying to tease this extremely shy adult by saying some tiger-wolf words.

Oz narrowed his eyes: "Then you should know that if you continue to do this, you will be punished by me when you go back."

Dazai's eyes lit up when he grasped a certain word, then he raised his head and asked in a slightly frightened and ashamed tone: "Punishment? Did I do something wrong? Are you going to be punished again today?"

After he finished speaking, he covered his mouth in a panic as if he had just realized that his voice was too loud, and even shook his eyes to check whether his words were heard by the people around him.

Oz: "..."

Dazai continued to perform: "But the injury there hasn't healed yet, can, can we wait a few days before..."

Where is the injury?Where is there?And why does it hurt there?What kind of injury?

Hesitating to talk even more arouses the imagination of the masses.

Ozzy's heart skipped a beat, and while he was having a headache, he could only desperately think about how to get out of this situation quickly, and then go back and teach Dazai a good lesson, telling him what the sky is high and the earth is thick.

He took a deep breath, put half of his body weight on the table behind him, and then pulled off his bow tie, just like Dazai planned, turning into a wandering rich man.

When he felt a burst of force from his lower back, Dazai's expression was a bit surprised, and when the force pushed him and forced his fetal waist close to Ozzy's lower abdomen, that surprise immediately became It's funny.

Others certainly cannot see what they see.

Osamu Dazai squinted his eyes, and rubbed against Ozzy vigorously, observing the hot earlobe closely.

Dazai's thin lips were slightly parted, and he was about to gain the upper hand again, unexpectedly Ozzy was self-taught and made the next move.

The strength in his waist moved down slowly, trembling but with an irresistible taste of firmness, Ozzy pursed his lips, his whole body was stiff, his heartbeat accelerated to the point where he was completely uncontrollable, but he still chose to continue to be brave, intending to complete the A thought flashed through his mind just now.

Ozzy's hand holding Dazai's waist slipped to his hip, and in an extremely ambiguous gesture, he wrinkled Dazai's still tight-fitting pants.

Dazai's throat tightened.

The rosiness in front of his eyes almost attracted all his attention.

The lights in the banquet hall were frighteningly bright, and for a moment Dazai couldn't tell whether he was dazzled by the light, so much so that he actually wanted to get close to that touch of red and swallow it alive.

Osamu Dazai closed his eyes to cover up the emotions in them, but the corners of his mouth curled up in a meaningful smile.

"Do you know what to do next?"

Ozzy's breath was stagnant, and when he wanted to struggle away, Dazai held down his wrist.

From the outside, it seems that Dazai is trying hard to get rid of Ozzy's restless hand, but only the person involved knows that the fact is just the opposite.

At this moment, the person who was pushed at the table became Ozzy, and in the blink of an eye, he was imprisoned in a cage named Dazai Osamu.

Dazai laughed softly. In his field of vision, Ozzy's panic when he bowed his head, and being bullied to the bright red neck, all became a sharp weapon to attract him without exception.

Oz is such an amazing guy.

He pushed forward involuntarily, forcing Ozzy to sit on the table, barely avoiding his approaching face.

Ozzy opened his legs slightly, and was grabbed by the back of the head by Dazai Osamu.

The aggressive eyes tossed and turned on his face, Ozzy's face changed, and when he was about to die, Dazai took the initiative to take half a step back.

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes, savoring the eagerness in his heart.

"Look, you don't understand anything, and you still want to play a role that doesn't suit you."

He slumped down, as if he had finally passed out from too much alcohol, and fell into Oz's arms.

Oz's Adam's apple rolled and rolled, and at the moment when he hugged Dazai subconsciously, a hot and soft touch passed by his ears, disturbing his mind.

He heard Dazai's presumptuous and disrespectful speech again.

——"I'll let you go this time."

Ozzy took Dazai and left the banquet in a hurry.

A small lamp was lit at the door of the hotel, probably because the owner of the hotel knew that they would return late, so he specially lit it.

It's a pity that Ozzy is not in the mood to express his gratitude for the boss's kindness. Dazai is still softly hugged by him. If others see it, they will definitely feel that Dazai is so drunk that he has no consciousness at all.

Although Oz was annoyed, he put Dazai on the bed gently. He took off his coat and hung it on the sofa. When he turned his head, he saw Dazai leaning sideways, with his face on his hands, looking at him with a bright smile.

——Original, Xing, Bi, Lu.

In other words, Osamu Dazai didn't mean to hide it at all.

He just relaxed and looked at this person not far away from him, with complex emotions in his eyes that Ozzy couldn't understand.

But soon, Ozzy didn't have much thought to analyze those emotions.

Osamu Dazai raised his index finger and gave Ozzy a tick: "Take off your clothes as soon as you get back..."

"can not wait anymore?"

Ozzy's face froze, half of the coat was still in his hand, and he didn't want to let it go now, nor would he let it go.He kept his posture motionless, frowning and fixedly staring at Dazai, his eyes became darker and darker, and a ray of red light poured out.

Dazai: "...what?"

Without saying a word, Oz came to Dazai, looked down at him, then raised his hand, and a gust of wind from outside closed the curtains.

The lights above the head flickered and flickered, and finally couldn't hold back and went out.

The small room plunged into darkness completely lost the light source, and I couldn't see my fingers.

But the blood race's night vision ability is very good, no matter how dark it is, it can't stop them from catching their prey.

Ozzy and Dazai looked at each other in the dark, and it was not appropriate to say that they were staring at each other. After all, Dazai seemed to be trapped in this darkness, and he could only recognize Ozzy's approximate location by relying on his breath.

Oz took a step forward and came right in front of Dazai.

"Do you know you're wrong? I'll give you a chance to admit your mistake."

Dazai casually picked out a lock of Ozzy's long hair, grabbed it between his fingers and played with it, lazily pretending to be stupid: "What's wrong? I don't understand your words."

Ozzy was silent for a moment, and his voice was cold and simple: "In this case, there will be no last words."