Me Who is in Love with Sliced ​​Dazai

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Chapter 37 Jealousy.

    At noon that day, Terao Yashu came home from get out of class and saw Dazai's shoes at the entrance.

    Dazai is home? This time is a little early.

    He went upstairs and found Dazai sleeping soundly in the bedroom. He should have just taken a shower, his hair was still wet, and he was wearing his clothes.

    Dazai always dislikes his clothes being too small, but he wears his clothes every time he takes a shower.

    The afternoon sunlight twisted into strands, making the sleeping face transparent and clean.

    He stepped forward quietly, checked the wounds on Dazai's body, and he was relieved when he found that Dazai had only a few scratches on his wrists and neck.

    He was so worried, every time Dazai ran out to fight, his nerves were highly tense, for fear that the bullets and weapons would not be eye-catching.

    He fetched the medicine box, knelt and sat by the bed, and helped to deal with the few small scrapes.

    He has been as light as possible, but the other party was awakened quickly, and muttered: "Mr. Terao?" "

    Well, it's me, go to sleep."

    Dazai was sleepy, and his hair was scattered on the pillow in a mess , curled up in a blanket like a lazy basking cat.

    Slowly blinked and looked at him for a while, then suddenly rushed over and hugged him, screaming pain in his mouth.

    "It hurts, Mr. Terao, look—" Dazai raised the wound on his hand in front of him in a serious manner, "I suffered a serious injury." It's not serious, it's just a little scratch,

    Dazai began to deliberately create weakness image.

    Terao Yashu nodded, and cooperated with the other party to play the game: "Yes, it's really serious. I saw it, so I'm rubbing medicine on you." "Look, look, the

    skin here is red——" "

    Yes Yes, be obedient and lie down, and I'll handle it for you."

    At this moment, the other party changed his posture and hugged him, resting his head in his arms, almost pushing him down on the bed.

    He had just finished playing basketball and was dripping with sweat, but his clothes were still slightly damp.

    But the other party didn't care at all, he put his hand into his clothes, and the slightly cool fingertips brushed over the hot pores on his body, and he couldn't help but tremble.

    "You let go, I didn't take a shower."

    "It's okay..." The other party buried his face in his neck and sniffed, "Mr. Terao smells very fragrant, even after exercising...let me smell it again..." Terao