Zaizafang

Osamu Dazai finally got his wish, and hugged Fyodor sticky for a while in front of the mirror, holding him tightly.Until the mist on the surface of the mirror was almost gone, he himself shivered from the cold, and was pushed away by Fyodor, who was relieved from the shock.

"It's so cold..."

The house Fyodor rented was a small villa in the country, with two floors, many wooden structures, and a basement. His own bedroom and bathing place were on the second floor. As for Osamu Dazai?Of course, the only thing to do is to kick into the basement before the anger subsides.

At this time, he didn't drive Dazai Osamu back to the basement, maybe it was simply too cold to want to walk a few more steps, or he simply forgot.Osamu Dazai seized this opportunity and followed Fyodor into the bedroom. Cats always have a function that is quite practical.

Warm the bed.

Anyway, he is determined to be a mentally handicapped cat, and if he said something like that, probably in Fyodor's eyes, he has become some kind of irreparable and wonderful creature, so he might as well smash it to the end, put it on the other side's bed, and try hard. Try to be a cute tool person who warms the bed and provides a little bit of warmth.

He thought so.

That's what it does.

After drying himself, Osamu Dazai was barely wearing anything. He was the first to twist into a ball on the bed. After struggling for a while, he sat up again and helped Fyodor dry his hair with a hair dryer, and finally his own hair.

The hot air from the hair dryer effectively alleviated the headache caused by the rapid cooling, but fatigue is inevitable, not only physically but also mentally.

After Fyodor's mournful speech, he fell silent, as if he had exhausted all his energy, listlessly tossing his hair with Osamu Dazai, only reacting when he was hurt.

By the time Dazai finished drying his hair, Fyodor had almost fallen asleep leaning against the edge of the bed, sliding into the quilt along the edge.

So Osamu Dazai turned off the hair dryer, rummaged through the cabinet and found the remote control of the air conditioner, and installed the batteries.Although it is rare to turn on the heating and air conditioning in this season, but... Anyway, I can't wrong myself.

With the sound of the air conditioner starting slowly, he also slipped into the quilt, nestled in the whole bed, then touched Fyodor little by little, and stretched out his arms to hug him.

Fyodor ignored him, breathing lightly into Osamu Dazai's arm one after another, really wanting to sleep.

So it was rare for Osamu Dazai to dutifully be a lovely heater, holding him motionless, not talking or tossing, and silently staring in a daze when he couldn't sleep, thinking about what the hell this abo was.

The part where he said he was having a baby was just kidding.

It is absolutely impossible for him to be whole. Even if there is only a [-]/[-] possibility of encountering such a bad situation, he will completely kill that possibility with the mentality of wasting himself.

Tell him to give birth to one?dream.

But having said that, dreaming about him being pregnant and having a baby is probably just a nightmare.Osamu Dazai was thinking about it, and he felt sincerely disgusted when he imagined that he was holding some kind of terrible unknown human juvenile creature. It was absolutely impossible for him to let this kind of image appear.

And he also understands that Fyodor is just talking angry, the appearance of a child is a horror movie for both of them, and throwing Osamu Dazai into an abo for some not-so-good torture is just a flashback in spare time past fantasy.

Because there is no way to realize it, and I will not realize it, so I took it out and talked about it, and it became a kind of cute threat.

Fyodor, who would threaten with a gloomy face, looked much more familiar. Satisfied, Osamu Dazai felt that the person in his arms was gradually warming up. He relaxed and tried to fall asleep himself.

……

Then woke up from the heat.

One reason was that the air conditioner was strong, and the other reason was that Fyodor turned over at some point and almost got into his arms, sticking to his chest, tightly holding the heat source.

He lowered his head and saw that Fyodor's cheeks, which were usually bloodless, were red, and his warm skin was sticking to him, soft and delicate.Fyodor was originally a rare Russian with an East Asian look. At this time, half of his face was covered by black hair. When he closed his eyes, the indifferent shell disappeared, and he looked very good.

All in all...

very cute.

He felt that such a lovely Fedya should be kept, this soft and beautiful part.

He remembered Fyodor's shocked and bewildered expression when facing the mirror in the small and damp bathroom, so he pressed Fedya so that his forehead was pressed against the mirror, and the hot air from his exhalation distilled mist on it again and again.

I don't know where my fingers landed, and I wiped away the water marks on the mirror in vain.Such Fei Jia's temperature will be higher than usual, and occasionally he will feel superfluous shame, lowering his head and refusing to look at his own appearance in the mirror.

Alas, it is very cute anyway.

Then what did he do.

Oh... He held Fyodor's face and forced him to look up in the mirror, and then muttered some nonsense nonsense.

It was not unreasonable for Osamu Dazai to think that he would be hated by Fyodor.

"What are you thinking about?"

He heard the question while he was in a daze, so he responded without thinking:

"I'm thinking that Fei Jia likes those who are smart and dexterous, or those who are down-to-earth."

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Fyodor sat up, the quilt slipped off him, his face was as cold as ice, and his expression after waking up was completely different from that when he fell asleep.

"Please get out, thank you."

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These chapters are basically my xp show (Wang Tian)

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