[Bungo Stray Dogs] After One Night X

I clutched my head with a splitting headache and before I could recall what terrible crime I committed last night when I was drunk, the orange-haired young man next to me frowned/groaned and opened his eyes, just in time to meet my gaze.

I:……

Accompanied by my wailing and the bang bang bang sound, I hugged the quilt and fell off the bed, my forehead hit the bedside table straight, and for a moment I saw the sky full of stars.The desire to survive made me wake up quickly. I hugged the quilt and kicked my legs back a few steps. I looked at the young man sitting up on the bed in horror, "Did I rape you again?"

For a moment, I felt sad, and I couldn't help but burst out crying, choked up and said, "Yes, I'm sorry, don't kill me."

A few days ago, our detective agency discussed thousands of possibilities and ten thousand ways about Chuya Nakahara slaughtering Tsukimi Saro. I planned to be a good man with my tail between my legs, and I even changed a bar specially. How can this be possible? Encounter, or encounter in this mortal situation.Wow - so what the hell was I doing last night? !

"Shut up!" Nakahara Chuya threatened viciously while rubbing his temples.

"... Hiccup." I immediately covered my mouth and looked at him with wide eyes in horror.I can't blame me, I really can't blame me, I was crying and suddenly I was so frightened by him, isn't hiccup a natural thing?

Fortunately, the other party didn't bother with me, and still frowned and rubbed his temples.He was naked/topless, and I could see the scratches and bite marks on his body through the sunlight coming in through the cracks in the curtains. I didn't expect that I would be so wild when I was drunk.He still has eight-pack abs. I didn't expect him to be so short but... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

I was so bald that I finally woke up a little bit. The memory of last night came back... let me die, I think my body must be cold this time.

We didn't do it last night... I lifted the quilt a little and looked down at my clothes, and felt it again, um, we really didn't do it last night.But I would rather I fucked him, and what happened to me falling asleep after teasing him.etc!Does this prove that Zhong Yuanzhong, who didn't wake me up, is also a good person?Maybe I still have the possibility to live?

I never thought that my wine quality was so bad, and I would hug someone and act in a romantic drama when I was drunk.Thinking of last night when I was drunk, I walked through the crowd and hugged Nakahara Chuya who had just entered the bar door, crying and yelling for him not to leave me. I really love you for many years, and I just used that person as a stand-in , I feel bald.Although the other party is good-looking, but even when I am drunk, I can automatically and consciously find the brightest star in the crowd. What kind of great sentiment is this, bah, what kind of terrible idiot is this.

Nakahara, who was looked at by everyone with meaningful eyes, couldn't wake me up, and he was so entangled by me that he had no choice but to open a room in a nearby hotel and throw me in. He couldn't bring the members of the detective agency back to Hong Kong. Black stronghold it.Well, for not throwing me in the street, he's a good guy with a big conscience.However, can I rest like this? It’s impossible. I hugged his waist and refused to let him go, crying not to leave me alone, pressing him on the bed, stripping off his clothes and slapping him. , and after, after that I fell asleep.

I feel that he seems to be very friendly to me. I subconsciously thought of Nakahara Chuya in my brain. Not only was his pure body taken away by me, but his pure heart was also taken away by me. Smiling, he gave up struggling and lay on the ground, closed his eyes serenely, with a smile on his face, "You killed—"

wrong!I jumped up, thinking I could struggle a little more.Lying on the edge of the bed watching the young man cautiously, half straightened up and slowly put my knees against the edge of the bed—he glanced over—I was so scared that I immediately rolled back to the bottom of the bed, only after a while did I stick my head out to look at him, and started the first A movement climbed onto the bed - he glanced over again - I immediately stopped the movement of crawling towards him, as if there was nothing else going on, I cautiously crawled to his side and said cautiously, " I can rub it for you."

He glanced at me from the side, very nice, well, now is not the time to talk about that.Seeing that he didn't object, I stretched out my hand to press his temple, but as soon as I touched him, he frowned, and I immediately withdrew my hand in fright.He should not let others touch such a fragile part of the human body. I guess he has committed suicide again.

"Why are your hands so cold?"

Scared, of course I can't answer like that, and I'm not a fool.Kneeling obediently on the bed and replying, "I'm cold."

"Yeah." His voice sounded a little careless, and after a moment of silence, he turned his head and looked at me dissatisfied, "Go on."

ha?What to continue?It took me a while to react, and tentatively pressed his temple again. This time he didn't say anything, and closed his eyes to enjoy my service.From memory, I gave him a set of eye exercises. If it weren't for my lack of skills, I would have bought a set of Bbox as background music.

But as a gangster who licks blood on the tip of a knife, he can't do this.In view of the little guilt of doing something wrong, I couldn't help reminding with worry, "You are so unguarded, the temple is the fatal part, what if I want to do something to you?"

"Hmph, is it just you?" He snorted coldly, a little disdainful, waved away my hand that was pressing on his temple, turned around and quickly grabbed my neck and pressed me on the bed.

I stared blankly at the young man kneeling on top of me, seeing my figure in his blue-purple eyes, my heart skipped a beat.

"I don't care what happened before," he lowered his voice, like the thorns of a rose, dangerous but alluring, "but I will definitely kill you next time we meet, Detective Agency."

"If you don't make an example, I will definitely kill you next time."

Inexplicably, as if being hurt by a ruthless scumbag, I felt strangely depressed, obviously I was the one who did the wrong thing in the first place.I turned my head to look at Atsushi Nakajima, who brought back a girl in kimono after going out. It is said that the girl was manipulated by Hong Kong gangsters to kill 6 people within 35 months. She is a famous assassin in the neighborhood.Yes, the detective agency and Hong Kong gangsters are always at odds with each other, and Zhongyuan Zhong also wanted to kill me, which is why, or he should have killed me a long time ago.

It was not easy to save Atsushi Nakajima who was arrested from the mafia. The kimono girl Izumi Kyouka was taken in by the detective agency. The sand sculpture Osamu Dazai also managed to escape from the mafia and got an important news. Back to the busy daily life of the detective agency.

The reward for Atsushi Nakajima is a group of supernatural beings called Combination in North America. The name of this sand sculpture has been complained by me for a long time.Unexpectedly, the other party came so fast, Osamu Dazai broke the news on the front foot, and their president directly drove the helicopter to the road in front of the detective agency, and even carried a box of money to buy the detective agency .

At the same time, I didn't expect him to return to China at this time, and he even asked me to meet at a coffee shop not far from the detective agency.

"I've also heard about the combination. The Detective Agency's battle will be very difficult. I want you to go back with me."

I looked at the young man sitting across from me, fell back, leaned on the back of the chair and brushed back the broken hair on his forehead, "This really doesn't sound like something you can say, Gangji."

Sawada Tsunayoshi understood and smiled helplessly, "I knew it, you definitely don't want to."

"Yeah, how could you be willing." I sat up straight again, took a sip of black tea, put down the teacup and looked at him, raised my eyebrows, "So, you didn't come back to China just to persuade me to go back to Italy with you, did you?" .”

"You have been protecting me since I was a child. My good-for-nothing sister and good-for-nothing younger brother must have received a lot of stares. It was the same that time, obviously unwilling, obviously resisting like me, but because of my useless brother No compromise." Tsunayoshi Sawada took out a small velvet box from his suit pocket, opened it, and inside was a ring inlaid with transparent gemstones.

I stared at him blankly. The child who used to be scared by the Chihuahua and hug me and cry has grown into a man who can be relied on.His brows and eyes showed a tolerant smile, he took my hand and put the ring into his finger, bowed his head and kissed the gemstone, like a knight.

"I know your concerns, but let me protect you for once, sister," he said.

I raised my hand and looked at the ring on my middle finger in a daze for a while, and suddenly, for some reason, I turned my head and looked out of the floor-to-ceiling glass wall, facing a pair of blue-purple eyes.

He looked at this side through the passing crowd and traffic, with a look of astonishment on his face, as if he didn't expect me to suddenly turn his head and look outside.

I thought he was going to kill me like he said goodbye last time, but he didn't.He opened his mouth to me, then turned and disappeared into the alley, and the last thing that caught my eye was his fluttering black coat.

[This is not an example. ]

I recognized his mouth.

The author has something to say:

#You think you did it?Actually not hahahaha.

#中原中参显示: The woman who said she loves me already has a boyfriend, and still accepts a ring from another man, scum!

Substitute Irie Masaichi: Damn, did I speak?

In fact, the color of their hair is a bit similar, it's green haha ​​[X.

#The next plot will probably be ups and downs like a roller coaster, with no gap between sugar and knife, sand sculpture and drama [X.