112: Extra: About Honeymoon Travel (End)

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Chapter 112 Extra Story About Honeymoon Travel (End)

    Qingchi Lianyang didn't react, and his usual way of dealing with matters that he didn't react to was to ignore them.

    The young man held a calm posture, showing no joy at all, and seemed to have completely ignored the crisis just now.

    "You're here."

    This appearance caught Dazai's eyes extremely dazzling.

    As long as it is Dazai Osamu, as long as he has this face he likes... anyone can do it?

    He thought...

    he was unique.

    A hint of sadness flashed in Dazai Osamu's eyes, which was the despair of falling into the abyss in an instant. He raised his head, and there was a pool of darkness under his kite-colored eyes.

    "Blue Pond." It was a sound like falling into ice.

    Qingchi Lianyang hates physical contact with people the most, including not wearing a mask in front of outsiders, and the other self...not only touched him without resistance, but also intimately hooked it with a finger The strap of the mask.

    With just a slight movement, the mask will be torn apart, and the exception of Lianyang Qingike is no longer an exception.

    Peers...

    "Huh?"

    Qingchi Lianyang was a little confused.

    He had just seen the joy of finally finding him flashed in those mandarin eyes, why did the weather suddenly turn cloudy and rainy?

    Osamu Dazai pursed his lips, walked to Aoike Lianyang without saying a word, and covered the fingerprints that Dazai had just grabbed with his hands.

    He rubbed that slender wrist self-consciously, it looked like a wild animal wiped before taking a bite of its prey.

    Aoike Lianyang sensed something was wrong: "Dazai?"

    This call slightly awakened Dazai's rationality, and he finally stopped playing with his hands, but he did not let go.

    "Have the traces here healed?"

    trace? It refers to the bandage...

    Qingchi Lianyang was taken aback for a moment, then panic flashed in his eyes, and he pretended to be calm.

    "Well, because it didn't weigh much."

    "Disappeared."

    Dazai Osamu murmured, then raised the novelist's hand and lowered his head.

    Qingchi Lianyang felt a pain on the back of his hand, and he frowned.

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