Yokohama Heart Fraudster

13

    "Aren't you afraid, what will I do to you?"

    The whispering next to his ear made He Quanlian's ears go numb, and he was almost distracted by this unintentionally provocative magnetic voice.

    With his palms down on his side, he slammed into his thighs, and took a small deep breath, trying to make himself more awake.

    ——Otherwise, he would be about to stretch his claws to Mr. Dazai’s waist.

    "I believe in you." He Quanlian replied in seconds.

    He raised his head and smiled brightly, without a trace of hypocrisy.

    "..." Dazai Osamu couldn't help but fell silent.

    Dazai Osamu didn't know the origin of He Quanlian's trust in him, but this whole-hearted trust was the first time he had ever experienced it in his life, and an inexplicable strange feeling suddenly rose in his heart.

    In addition, there is a trace of vigilance and suspicion.

    His kite-colored eyes stared at the soft black hair beside him without blinking, and a fleeting depth flashed through his eyes.

    "Okay."

    Finally, he responded with a smile.

    But before He Quanlian's downcast eyes burst into a sly light, he put down the arm that clamped the opponent's chin, turned his palm up, and placed it in front of He Quanlian.

    He Quanlian stared at the white palm for a while, and a question mark slowly appeared above her head.

    "Pay me." Osamu Dazai waved his palm with a smile on his face. "When I'm so busy, I have to hire me to accompany you on the road to chat with you. You wouldn't expect it to be free, kid."

    His smile grew brighter, "I'm not such a cheap man." He

    Quanlian: "..."

    The perfect atmosphere that had been set up just now vanished in an instant.

    As the so-called chess meets an opponent, Dazai Osamu's lines made Izumi Lian completely speechless.

    This dog man puts himself and money on the same scale, what else can he say?

    He Quanlian was silent for a second, but still took out the only meal for next week with difficulty, his eyes were heavy.

    For the task, he endured.

    However, even though he was able to cut meat and feed the eagle, Osamu Dazai, a troublemaker, was still not satisfied, but there was some inexplicable sense of oppression in his smile: "Do I look like such a tacky person who would bend over for money?

    " looks like?

    Seeing that the food expenses seemed to be kept, He Quanlian immediately took her hand back, and the speed was so fast that only afterimages remained.

    He breathed a sigh of relief, but his face was obviously confused: "...then what do you want is a greeting or something? If I can do it...what specific requirements?"