Half an hour later,

Cut Long Hasebe dragged his sore and numb body and carefully got up. After turning off the lights in the room, he returned to the bed.

There, the black-haired young man was lying on his side, his head sunk into the soft pillow.

His eyes were closed and he was motionless.

Hearing the sound beside him, he struggled to move his arm from his side to his face. His muffled voice formed into a small and soft murmur, "So sleepy … Hasebe … in twenty minutes … wake, wake me …"

In a daze, The Inquisitor put his other arm on Fu Mourning God's waist as if he was hugging a plush toy. His whole body relied on this arm as a fulcrum.

He curled up towards this side and then became motionless as if he had successfully completed his task.

He fell into a deep sleep.

At first, Cut Long Hasebe was surprised.

The Inquisitor had become limp and motionless in less than a minute after he had finished touching him. Then, he was happy for this rare moment of solitude and peace.

In the early hours of the morning, the night had faded, and the lights were like stars and gauze.

They gently enveloped the room.

They wrapped the two people on the bed in it.

Time seemed to slow down.

In the cold night, the despair and pain that had been haunting him merged with the bone-piercing pain on his body when he had entered.

It drifted far away.

Then, it settled down somewhere.

As long as he did not touch it, he could obtain temporary peace.

Cut Long Hasebe could not explain why.

When the fact that "The Inquisitor was willing to fall asleep in front of a sword" entered his mind, this change happened instinctively.

He could not suppress the beating of his heart in his chest. He could not stop the thought that was squeezed out of the gap with difficulty.

No matter what the cause was, no matter whether the new The Inquisitor had other needs for him, he trusted him.

He was willing to get close to him, who had fallen in the dark …

With this thought in mind, Cut Long Hasebe maintained the state of being hugged. With his upper body leaning against the headboard in a slightly awkward position, he silently watched The Inquisitor fall asleep.

Unlike the inexplicable pressure he had when he was awake, when his black curly hair fell on his fair and handsome face, the young man appeared particularly young and naive.

Looking at him, Hasebe felt as if he could see the original ribs in This Pill. They were so soft, slender, and obedient, making people want to protect them behind their backs.

Cut Long Hasebe couldn't help but reach out and push away The Inquisitor's messy black hair, revealing her smooth and full forehead.

In the next instant, Fu Mourning God realized what he had done and immediately froze.

Long breaths sounded in his ears.

After a while, he came back to his senses and clumsily withdrew his arm. Then, he carefully tucked The Inquisitor in.

Twenty minutes later, Hasebe was supposed to wake the young man up, but selfishness made him delay for a while. It was not until more than half an hour later that he leaned over and whispered in the young man's ear, "Lord The Inquisitor, it's time."

The black-haired young man's curly eyelashes fluttered. He slowly sat up and yawned sleepily. Then, in the next second, he leaned his head forward and used Hasebe as a large pillow. His whole body squeezed into Hasebe's arms.

"Lord The Inquisitor …" The gray-haired knife hesitated for a few seconds and asked softly, "If you continue sleeping like this, will you be able to make it in time to do what you need to do later?"

"…" The young man, who was struggling in his sleep, pushed Hasebe away. His hair was messy, and he glared at him in displeasure.

It would be worth it if he continued to sleep like this in the middle of his beautiful dream. However, this man brought up this matter at this moment, and he could not ignore it even if he wanted to.

Cut Long Hasebe was embarrassed by his stare. He only thought that His Majesty was angry when he woke up, but he did not know that his habitual "advice" had really provoked His Majesty.

He made a mental note of this for the time being.

The Inquisitor thought so in his mind. He reached out and touched Hasebe's chest and abdomen. Then, he slid out of bed and walked towards the door.

Hasebe quickly opened the closet to change his clothes. Unexpectedly, Ji Kai frowned and grabbed him, pulling him out of the door like a rabbit.

The two walked down the stairs. There was already someone busy on the stove in the open kitchen on the second floor.

Hearing the sound, the man in the apron said without turning his head, "You're up?

Just in time. Breakfast will be ready soon. "

Hasebe subconsciously looked at The Inquisitor.

Fu Mourning God knew very well that there was a slight hostility between the two since the first time they met.

This hostility came from his relationship with The Inquisitor, and it was beyond his ability to deal with.

It was not something that could be eliminated in less than a day.

His instincts were correct, but Wei Tao's words were indeed said to his roommate, who was living under the same roof.

When Wei Tao came back from overtime last night, he found a brand new living space.

As a successful person with maxed out cooking skills, the man, who was used to taking care of people, could not let a big bag of instant oatmeal go.

Ji Kai, who knew Wei Tao very well, correctly understood the meaning of the man's words.

He smelled the aroma and walked to Wei Tao's side. When he saw the food in the frying pan, he said in surprise, "Wow, spinach omelette … Is there a share for me?"

The person who was heating milk on another pan was startled by him, "When did you walk as silently as Zhou Sen?"

"Hmm …" Ji Kai tilted his head and looked at him, "Probably after I was bitten by him."

"What?!" When Wei Tao heard this, he quickly turned around and even forgot to turn off the fire.

He anxiously grabbed the young man's shoulder and wanted to check his neck, "What are you two doing now?!

How many times have I told you, you can't play with this kind of thing!

You can't play with it!

You — "

With a chirp, Ji Kai kissed him on the cheek that he had brought over.

Wei Tao's body froze.

He turned his head mechanically and saw a pair of familiar black eyes staring at him without blinking as they closed in on him.

He unconsciously stepped back and touched the countertop behind him. The cold marble made his heart tremble.

"Hahahaha, your reaction is really interesting!"

A burst of laughter suddenly broke the strange atmosphere.

Ji Kai let go of Wei Tao and consciously retreated to the stove. He turned around and picked up the frying pan. He smiled and helped him pour the food into the plate, "The breakfast smells good. Thank you for taking care of Hasebe for me.

But he won't be eating here today. We have to hurry, so we'll leave first. "

After that, the black-haired young man waved his hand at Wei Tao and hurried down to the bottom floor with his arm around Fu Mourning God's shoulder.

The two walked towards the gray wooden door in the corner.

Along the way, The Inquisitor was silent and intimidating. The hand on his shoulder was so strong that Hasebe felt that his bones were about to break, but he still endured and let the Inquisitor go.

Thinking back to the situation just now, Fu Mourning God felt that he had bumped into something that he should not have.

The kiss that almost happened was definitely not a joke. Wei Tao and Ji Kai were well aware of this.

In a flash, the gray-haired young man had an explanation for the strange hostility.

Cut Long Hasebe did not understand why The Inquisitor gave up halfway.

From his perspective as a bystander, there was no need to worry about this matter.

When The Inquisitor turned the doorknob, Cut Long Hasebe gathered his courage and looked up. For the first time, he took the initiative to look at The Inquisitor, "Mr. Wei likes you."

"I know."

"Huh?"

"You've been with him for less than a day, and you already understand."

The black-haired young man turned around. His voice was low and hoarse. He sighed, covered his eyes, and said helplessly, "I grew up with him. I'm not blind. How can I not understand his thoughts?"

"If it was in the past, this would not be a problem at all …"

The Inquisitor murmured, thinking back to the distant past.

At that time, there were so many men and women who wanted to climb into his bed. He would choose the ones he liked and keep them like pets and pamper them. Occasionally, there would be people who were equal in strength. They would be pure bedmates, cuddling each other for a night, and then going out the door, they would be enemies who would fight to the death.

In his hometown, relationships were the most useless luxury.

He never desired to have them, nor would he be bound by them.

They silently followed the rules and never crossed the line.

But Wei Tao, who grew up in this world, could not accept his point of view.

And he did not want to see his heartbreak.

Thinking of this, the Divine Inquisitor hooked his finger at Hasegawa, and the gray-haired swordsman obediently walked to his side. His movements were much smaller, as if he was afraid of disturbing the Divine Inquisitor. Meanwhile, the beautiful purple eyes that fell on him were filled with undisguised worry and concern, as well as an unspoken anxiousness that could not be explained.

"Can I kiss you?"

With a thought, he closed the distance between the two of them, reached out and hugged him, and asked softly.

At such a close distance, The Inquisitor's beauty was even more stunning.

The gray-haired young man's ears were touched by the hot air. His ears and neck instantly turned red, and his whole body froze.

"As long as, as long as it's your wish …" He stuttered and answered.

"I'm really not a qualified The Inquisitor." The young man smiled bitterly and sighed. Then, he lowered his head and sealed the gray-haired young man's lips.

Cut Long Hasebe felt dizzy. After a few seconds, he could not even breathe.

The young man's kissing skills were very good. His lips were very soft and his body temperature was very hot.

Especially when he smiled, his eyes seemed to be shining with thousands of brilliance. Fu Mourning God was completely reluctant to close his eyes.

The initial unfamiliarity and discomfort had long disappeared. The gray-haired young man was quickly immersed in this matter.

He liked the desire and passion in The Inquisitor's eyes.

He could not help but arch his body forward, instinctively wanting to get closer to the source of the heat.

However, at this moment, their connection was broken.

Cold air entered his mind. In his vision, another person pulled away from him and looked at him with a slightly distressed expression. "You're really a headache, Hasebe."

The Inquisitor leaned forward again, gently bit his lips and ears, and whispered seriously, "I really want to eat you now."

Eat, eat, eat???

Fu Mourning God leaned weakly against the wall, unable to recover for a long time. He could only let the black-haired young man drag him into the door. Therefore, he did not see Wei Tao's lonely figure not far away.

*

Cut Long Hasebe looked a little dazed until he sat in the courtyard of This Pill in a bathrobe.

The two newly appeared swords and sabers were introducing themselves to everyone one by one.

"I'm Mutsuo Moriyoshi.

Yes, I'm known as Sakamoto Ryoma's sword.

It's not easy to come to such a luxurious place. Let's seize the world! "

Looking at the various new things in the courtyard, the young man with a ponytail laughed. He was wearing a very bright red bathrobe, which was very impressive.

In contrast, the second swordsman of This Pill had thin arms and legs. He was very short and thin, and his presence was very low. If Gokusen Kanazane was not so happy that he almost sang a song, he would probably hide in a corner and not come out.