Zaizafang

Bai Zai was almost completely nestled in the soft quilt. He piled up all the things that could be rolled up, hugged his knees, and shivered slightly. The humidity in the air may be because he was really sweating a lot at the moment, as if As if just out of the water, the brown hair on the forehead sticks wetly to the face.

Close your eyes, probably very painful.

Even though he was mentally prepared, when he really saw Osamu Dazai, Fyodor froze for a moment, and many messy, purely emotional sentences were about to spit out from those thin lips.He squeezed his hat tightly, not noticing that his knuckles were turning white, trying to retract most of his irrational speech.

"Dazai-kun."

Bai Jae trembled violently. Before he opened his eyes, he wanted to stand up earlier, but he was so weak that it looked like his whole body threw himself miserably in the direction of Fyodor, and fell softly on the bed. Inside, stuck in the quilt.

Inevitably, Fyodor had to admit that the situation hit a softer part of him.

Even a little pity.

He stepped forward, squatted down, and picked up Bai Zai's weak hand, which was soft because every joint was unable to exert strength, and the joints were protruding because they were too thin, and the wrist part was hanging down by gravity.The palm of his hand was still warm to the touch, but it felt cold for a moment, and the excessive sweat took away most of the heat. For a while, he couldn't tell why Osamu Dazai was shaking.

"Fei Jia..." Bai Zai hooked his fingers, still in a pitiful, curled up appearance, his eyes sparkled like never before, "I knew you were still there."

He looked like he wanted to say something, but his tongue was stiff and his body was shaking all the time, so he couldn't say something smoothly.

"It's embarrassing, Dazai-kun."

"Yeah, it's very embarrassing." Osamu Dazai grabbed his hand and sat up a little, as if the candle in the cover suddenly had a burst of oxygen, and the flame ignited suddenly.It was difficult to pronounce the words, and the slow tone regained some strength, "Who is it all because of? Fei Jia."

His expression soon softened, like a dessert, covered with a layer of delicate sugar shell that can be broken when knocked, and inside is a light-colored jelly that is melting.Sitting in the middle of the soft quilt, Osamu Dazai stared at Fei Jia with wet, cat-like eyes, like a poor abandoned puppy, a little aggrieved, and a little arrogant accusation.

"Fei Jia, are you going to abandon me again?"

"I should ask you that."

Fyodor reached out and stroked his hair, leaning down as if to hug him, but no.He had a clear purpose, to brush back the hair on the back of Bai Zai's neck, and accurately find the newly formed tissue, which was swollen due to the flood of pheromones.

He is not a creature of the abo branch, and he can't smell any different smells, so he seems quite calm, but Bai Zai obviously froze, his breathing became heavier, and he instinctively wanted to push Fyodor away to prevent him from touching it, Muscles tense.

"Fei Jia..."

He lowered his voice, was vague, and finally chose to relax and fell into the other party's arms, closing his eyes and allowing himself to be dealt with.

I felt something cold and sharp stuck in, it was an injection or something.Bai Zai groaned and groaned twice, and pressed his forehead against Fyodor's shoulder, making a sound of reluctance, but silently hugged him tightly.

He still doesn't know much about Omega, but this kind of injection in this case is nothing more than two kinds of results.

It can effectively suppress his current bad feelings.

would again exacerbate his present misery.

He can accept any outcome, at least he is staying in Fyodor's arms at the moment-this sounds a bit love-minded, but it's not a big problem, he has already calculated enough, and there is no need to rest for a while at this moment. hinder.Besides, the little bit of bad habit he had developed over the years made him like to leave the decision-making power of major events to Fyodor.

Fortunately, his prediction was right, the unbearable burning sensation in his body was quickly suppressed, and the irresistible physiological reaction was gradually disappearing. He took a breath, and felt that the weird smell that kept coming out of his body had eased.

After the physical discomfort disappeared, the pitiful and cute part of him also disappeared, and there was extra energy to spend on extra thinking.

In short, the cute cells die, and the sperm cells begin to divide again.

There were so many things he wanted to say, for example, he was not sure that he would see Fei Jia alive again, everything was a gamble on whether Fei Jia would leave him alone, or he He didn't mind Fyodor inflicting some punishment on him, and he himself knew that he had gone too far.

I kind of wanted to ask Fedya if he forgave him.

I also want to ask Fei Jia if he has any ideas about some r18 plots.

And the smell of his pheromones.

Anyway, the messy thoughts were going around in his head one by one, and he felt that it doesn't matter to wait to say these rubbish words, because saying these things when they reunite and hug after a long absence will spoil the atmosphere.

His thinking gradually slowed down. Fyodor hugged him, stroked his back one after another, and smoothed his hair down the spine like a cat, until Baizai's breathing was completely stable, and he fell into a coma. in his arms.

The part of the sedative added to the inhibitor worked.

Looking at the completely harmless Dazai-kun who was asleep, it was indeed much more pleasing to the eye than when he was awake, Fyodor wondered for a moment whether he should keep Dazai-kun like this forever.

At present, this is not a difficult task, Osamu Dazai does not refuse him to do some bad things at all.

before completely forgiving him.

Fyodor himself didn't know what to do.

He thought about this situation for a few seconds, and finally rubbed Bai Zai's hair, reached out to wipe off the thin sweat on his forehead, and said to himself:

"Are you going to keep leaving you here?"

……

"Taking it away and locking it up is like fulfilling your wish."

……

"specimen……"

Well this last thought is a little too far, at least not to air here.Fyodor stood up with difficulty holding the person, feeling like he was holding a handful of bones, not very heavy.

The author has something to say:

Continue to abuse / small black room / specimen

(meditated)