My knife always wants to kill the master

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In fact, when Asano Juri walked to the door of the house, he noticed that something was wrong.

As soon as he put his hand on the handle of the door, the door opened in a second. He thought it was Mikazuki Zongjin or another sword Fusangshen coming through the sundial again.

As soon as he opened the door, he met those bright red eyes that were exactly like his own.

The red eyes are exactly the same as all the eyes I have seen before, but they have a completely different emotional color. Asano Juri stands at the door, his face is blank, and he is rarely speechless.

He fixedly looked at the black-haired young man standing in front of him.

A head of smooth black long hair that can be used for shampoo commercials is tied up by the owner with a white headband, only two strands in front of the forehead are exposed, and those red eyes no longer contain the same unquenchable anger as before he left And hatred, and madness without reason.

The pair of eyes in front of him were quiet, serene, firm, with a slight smile.

smile?

Asanoki's alcohol-filled mind began to realize something was wrong belatedly.

Even Hidekiri, who had regained his senses, couldn't smile calmly when facing him, how could it be possible?

After knowing that he has always had the memory of his previous life but pretending to be ignorant and deceiving himself, even that obedient and loyal shikigami cannot be without grudges, not to mention that there was a relationship between them long before his reincarnation. There is no such thing as a master-servant relationship. Even if he doesn't have the hatred of the white-haired Tokiri, the big ghost who has regained his reason should still be quite disgusted with him.

Unlike Abe Seimei, who was as famous as himself in his previous life, although Minamoto Raimitsu can be regarded as one of the best onmyojis, he actually does not have a good reputation in the eyes of monsters, ghosts and gods and other inhuman beings. Those monsters should hate him. And, of course, he didn't like them either.

The favorite of Higakiri and other gods should be Abe Seimei, the great onmyoji who treats both humans and them equally.

That man had a big heart and kindness, unlike him.

Although Asano Juri drank too much wine, his mind was still spinning.

So he naturally came to the conclusion that he had drunk too much.

Although he didn't know why the door would open by itself, he didn't take this simple matter to heart at the moment. He just stared greedily and restrainedly at the appearance with his red eyes of the same color. The big ghost in front of him stretched out his hand and caressed the other's cheek.

"You're back."

He sighed softly, with his palms pressed against the other's cheek, and he didn't care how much his actions frightened the other party.

"Master," the big ghost who was caressed by Asano Juri obviously showed a surprised expression, then he opened his mouth, and the address on his mouth was quickly replaced with an unnatural surname, "Asano, Asano-kun .”

When he calmed down and looked at Asano Juli, he noticed the reddish cheeks of the other party and the softer eyes than he remembered. He felt the overheated temperature on his cheeks, and stretched out his hand to hold the other's palm.

"you've been drinking?"

Although the distance between the two is not over the line, he can smell a hot but soft breath on the other person if he gets closer. Unlike the sake they have tasted before, Juri Asano is even more I like to drink those rather strong foreign wines with a sweeter and more mellow taste.

Of course, these spirits are equally strong and strong.

Higakiri grabbed Asano Juri's hand and politely stopped the frivolous behavior of the drunk man in front of him, then he looked down at the hand held by him, and quickly stretched out the other hand to hold it The other party's arm, supporting the other party to walk into the room.

It doesn't matter to a man who drinks too much, but he doesn't want to stand at the door with the other party and be looked at by others in the diorama.

The kid upstairs next door poked and poked for a long time.

With a strong and gentle attitude, he helped Asano Juri to the living room. After Higakiri arranged him on the sofa, he found the bathroom accurately based on the memory of his previous juvenile body. He turned on the faucet to release hot water, and then accurately found A towel from the Asano tree.

Although he hadn't learned how to take care of a drunk man, and it was not his turn to take care of the patriarch in Genji, but subconsciously, he had recorded these steps, and then put them into practice this time as a matter of course.

When he walked back to the living room with a hot towel, the man who was still immersed in drunkenness just now had half-closed his eyes and leaned his head back on the sofa, drowsy.

Mustache sighed softly, leaned close to the other party and said softly, "Wipe your face first."

Originally thought that the other party would still be as dazed as before, hadn't heard anything, and maybe had to rely on himself to help wipe his face. Mustache had no idea that his own arm was suddenly grabbed by the other party, and then the world was spinning.

When he came back to his senses, he met a pair of red eyes that were so fierce that he stopped breathing.

this look...

Deja Vu.

Hidekiri met those sharp red eyes and blinked slowly.

"Are you awake yet?"

His tone was calm, and his eyes didn't fluctuate at all, he just looked at Asano Juli quietly.

Still drunk...

He looked at the man's seemingly calm and fierce eyes and thought.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have shown his fangs to others so easily.

Thinking of this, he suddenly raised the corners of his mouth, even he didn't expect that he would smile at this state of Asano Juri.

This smile is not irony, but...

How should I put it, maybe it was a kind ridicule of familiarity.

Or maybe...

It is he who is delighted that only he can see this side of the other party.

Asano Juri was already half-sober when he heard Higakiri calling him to wipe his face. He knew how much he was drinking. Unexpectedly, when he opened the door and appeared in front of him, he suddenly knocked his sanity away, which made him think he was drunk.

So he was quietly led into the room by the other party, and then relaxed on the sofa and narrowed his eyes.

Although reason kept clamoring that he couldn't relax so quickly and had to keep his eyes open to see clearly, but he really didn't want to miss such a beautiful dream.

So he let himself indulge in the reality of fantasy.

Or maybe, he had already glimpsed the truth, and it was just a delusion pretending to be a fantasy.

So he looked down at the big ghost who was pushed down by him, and scanned the other's face sharply and strangely.

The shape of that face was obviously exactly the same as that of the white-haired ghost, but it didn't have the slightest aura of madness, and it didn't look ferocious or irritable.

Quiet, silent, with a submissive and humble posture when she is under her, she looks a little cute.

Thinking so, Asano Juri lowered his head in obedience to his alcohol-inspired brain, and brushed away the other person's hair covering his eyebrows and eyes, completely revealing that beautiful face.

Hikiri’s face shape is very good-looking, unlike Minamoto Yorimitsu’s sharp-edged male face full of arrogance, Hikiri’s face is more neutral, it is the kind of handsome man’s favorite face shape for nobles in the Heian period, with soft contours , with round cheeks and slender eyebrows, although he was indifferent and silent when he was in Genji, wearing a black suit and fighting bloody battles on the front line of killing demons, but when he was quiet, it was not that no one had peeked at Higakiri.

He has always known that mustache has a good-looking face, and he has always known that mustache is actually very attractive.

So he lowered his head and carefully looked at the face that reappeared in front of him after an unknown amount of time. After brushing away the hair that accidentally covered his eyebrows and eyes, he rested his fingers on the other side's face. corner of eye.

This left eye...

As he thought this way, Genji's family crest suddenly appeared on the back of his hand, and what echoed it was the left eye of Hikiri.

The same gentian pattern on the back of his hand soon appeared in the bright red eyes, which was the proof that the person they came to had made a vow.

The fingers pressing the corners of the opponent's eyes suddenly increased a little bit, maybe it was a little painful, or maybe it was because he was inexplicably uneasy about the state of Asano Juli, Hidekiri frowned, and he stretched out his hand to hold it. The opponent's wrist, intending to get rid of the man who is drunk and has no reason to talk about as soon as possible.

"Shallow..." Just as he opened his mouth, before the first sound was fully uttered, he saw the man in front of him leaning over and making a gesture that made him unable to fully pronounce the other person's name since then. action.

Asano Juri leaned down and kissed Higeri's left eye.

The hot, alcoholic breath, the lips that were so soft that they shouldn't have grown on the face of the cold-hearted man in front of him just like this were printed on his eyelids.

The hand holding the opponent's wrist suddenly tightened its strength, and for a moment, an unbearable groan could even be heard from the tightly clenched wrist, but the two parties did not pay attention to this at all.

One is that the pain perception is reduced after drinking too much alcohol, and the other is that one is completely unconscious when frightened.

This caused the wrist of the man who really sobered up the next day to be swollen thicker than a carrot, and even went to the hospital to have a plaster cast and a bandage, and he had to work with the injury for a whole month.

Obsessed with sex, this is the most typical representative of obsessed with sex!

However, as far as the present is concerned, a certain obsessed party did not expect the painful and sweet time in the future, but stared at the big ghost who was frightened by his sudden action, and will attack the city next time. The goal is eager to try.

He took a fancy to the lips that he forgot to close because of surprise.

The eyes of ghosts and gods are very kissable. When he kissed them, the warm eyelids trembled slightly because of the owner's bewilderment, and there were some physiological tears unconsciously oozing out due to the weight being pressed down. The imprint of being clearly marked as one's own, combined with the high feeling caused by the effect of alcohol in the body, it's all amazingly beautiful.

and so……

What does this lip taste like?

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Curie: To kiss or not to kiss?