It's a power, not a spell

After the exchange last night... or early this morning, Nakahara always felt that Gojo Satoru was even more strange.

The sunrise in December was very late, and the sky was very cloudy at five o'clock today, and until seven o'clock, the window was still gray.The range hood in the kitchen started to work, and Nakahara Nakaya, who didn't need to sleep, was standing there, making breakfast.

Because Gojo Satoru said in the early morning that his hurt heart has not healed, and he still needs the food of love (crossed out here) made by Nakahara Nakaya himself.

At [-]:[-], the doorbell rang, and the man in the black suit who had brought the ingredients before had completed the task he had just given and brought some clothes.Of course, he didn't wear it himself. There are many clothes in his closet, and they are all new.But obviously this model can barely be worn by Natsume Takashi, let alone Gojo Satoru.

Zhongyuanzhong also unpacked halfway through, and felt that something was wrong. He was not the nanny of the Wujo family, and there was no need to cook and prepare clothes, so he piled up all the products bought according to the Wujo model, and then threw them into the Wujo Wu family. In the room I was in, after thinking about it, I unpacked the body I had prepared for Natsume Takashi, put it in a bag, opened the door a crack, and threw it in.

Natsume is different, he is a good boy.

At [-]:[-], Zhongyuan also turned off the switch.

He poured a glass of milk, thought about adding three tablespoons of sugar to it, and placed it next to the finished egg roll.

By the way, the egg rolls are also sweet.

The sky outside was still gray, Zhong Yuanzhong also opened the curtains, the light was still dim, so he turned on the lights in the room.

Gojo Satoru has never worn a blindfold or sunglasses since the two of them met here. In the eyes of Zhongyuan, most of that face is a target that deserves to be beaten, and a small part is particularly worthy of beating. Now is the only exception.

It was only when this guy was asleep that he could fully utilize the advantages of that face.

He closed his eyes, the broken diamonds sprinkled by the light flickered between the silver-white eyelashes, one side of his face sank into the soft pillow, slightly deformed, his lips that seldom uttered human words were closed, they were a healthy pale pink, It looks so cute like a well-made doll.

The only downside is the long mouth.

Zhong Yuan was also calm, avoiding the pile of clothes on the ground and came to the bed, "Hey, five... you, get up and have breakfast."

The delicate puppet on the bed moved, turned over, and made a sticky and inaudible sound, "Well... I only slept for three hours... or four hours... Anyway, I am very sleepy, sleep again a while……"

"What does it have to do with me, get up." Nakahara Chuya was firm.

Gojo Satoru grabbed the quilt and covered it over his head, showing his firm will with actions.

The warm blanket was lifted in a second, and the cold wind came in. He shivered and opened his closed eyes.

After realizing his situation for a while, he stretched out a hand under the gaze of Chuya Zhongyuan, "Pull me up."

Nakahara Chuya's eyes focused on his fingers, then moved to his face.Those blue eyes were still hazy when they woke up, and the light was cut into pieces and melted inside, turning into a sweet sugar color.

The words of refusal rolled on the tip of his tongue, but he finally swallowed it.

Someone who can be indifferent to those eyes is probably not yet born.

He stretched out his hand, and when his fingertips were about to touch each other, Gojo Satoru suddenly straightened his arm, grabbed Nakahara Chuya's wrist with his backhand, and pulled hard.

Unprepared, Zhong Yuanzhong, who was suddenly attacked, also lost his center of gravity. Seeing that he was about to fall on Gojo Satoru, when he was about to use his other arm to support his body on the bed, Gojo Satoru also made a move at the same time.

Zhong Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly, but didn't respond, wanting to see what this guy was going to do again.

His wrists on both sides were encircled by Gojo Satoru one after another, and the guy lying on the bed exerted force on his waist and turned the positions of the two people.

Gojo Satoru's knees fell on both sides of his body, two pieces of the bed were sunken, and his two hands pressed his wrists to the sides of his head, the back of his hands felt slightly rough on the bed sheet.

Of course, there is a difference between a 1.9-meter person and a 1.6-meter person. Gojo Satoru's shadow almost enveloped Nakahara Nakaya. After thinking about it, the latter bent his legs against his abdomen to prevent him from approaching, and separated a certain distance.

"Are you awake?"

Gojo Satoru grinned and said, "No, I'm still sleepy."

But he didn't do anything else, he let go of his hands and lay on the side, closing his eyes as if he was about to fall asleep again.

Zhong Yuan also heard his slightly frustrated voice, it was very soft, but the two of them were close enough, "Zhong Ye didn't react at all."

"If you fight, you will disturb others." Zhongya Nakahara replied.Natsume Takashi's room is next door.

Who said this reaction... Gojo Satoru opened his eyes suddenly, "Is that guy not going to get up?"

Obviously he went to bed earlier than himself.

It will definitely be troublesome if you answer truthfully.Zhong Yuan also got up and got out of bed, thinking for a while.

"I only made your breakfast. If you want to eat cold, you can sleep as long as you want."

Gojo Satoru felt very satisfied with this answer.He finally got up.

Then I saw a pile of well-packed clothes, "..."

Whether to eat breakfast first or take a shower and change new clothes, he chooses the former.

The egg rolls in the breakfast are very ordinary egg rolls, with cheese, mushrooms, tomatoes and other common side dishes added in it. The only difference is that Zhong Yuanzhong also added sugar when spreading the eggs, a lot of sugar.

It's definitely sweet just by smelling it.

It is also very sweet to eat.

The sugar in the egg rolls and milk well replenished the energy Gojo Satoru consumed yesterday, and the sweet taste was also pleasant.

Zhong Yuanzhong, who was sitting on the sofa, also looked at him for a while, and said, "Is your wounded heart healed?"

"Well, resurrection with full blood!" Gojo Satoru drank milk, with a milk mustache on his lips, he hadn't drunk this stuff for a long time.

"After that, you will be responsible for the three meals. If you need anything, tell Yazaki." Yazaki is the man in black suit who picks up the child, delivers food and clothes.

Gojo Satoru looked up, "Huh?"

It's the same color as the hair, and the white milk foam sticks to the face, making it look a little stupid.He held his chest pretentiously, "I'm hurt, Chuya's ruthless words just now are the last straw that overwhelms me."

Nakahara Chuya: ...

A pack of tissues next to him suddenly grabbed his hand, and after borrowing his strength, he slammed into Gojo Satoru's raised palm.

"Sorry." He apologized without sincerity.

Unfortunately, the target should be that face.

"It's okay." Gojo Satoru didn't care, "Can't Chuya eat anything?"

"This kind of thing can be known at a glance, after all, it is not a living person."

"Eh……"

Gojo Satoru made an unintelligible sound, drank the last bit of liquid in the cup, and took out a tissue to wipe his mouth.He stood up from the dining table, walked to the sofa and sat next to Zhongya Nakahara, his inquiring eyes fell on him, "But apart from the body temperature, he looks no different from a normal person. The organs in the body are working ?"

"If you ask me...the five senses are still there, but the pain is very weak."

"That's it."

He looked pensive, and at first glance he seemed somewhat reliable.

The distance between the two was relatively close, and Gojo Satoru could easily smell the faint fragrance of the other's shower gel. Even last night, Nakahara Nakaya only smelled of blood mixed with dust. It didn't look like he had been buried in the ground for two years. There was no trace of the corpse at all.

Normally, corpse spots will appear 1 to 3 hours after death, even if it is sealed in a coffin, it will start to rot after seven days, and only bones will remain after a year, let alone two years.

Nakahara Chuya's hair is longer when he is an adult, and his orange hair sticks to the side of his face, but even at the age of 22, his face still looks like a teenager.The young man on the sofa faced him half sideways, with his head slightly raised.

When speaking, from his angle, he could see the pale tongue in the middle of the other's open and closed lips.Like normal people, Zhongyuan Zhongye's mouth is moist.

Wujo Wu hooked the strands of hair behind his ears with his fingers, and rubbed the cold skin underneath with his fingertips. The next second his wrist was tied, he blinked.

"I have a guess."

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned, and finally just threw his arm aside, and said concisely: "Say."

Gojo Satoru didn't speak immediately, he got up from the sofa and poured a glass of water, then handed it to Nakahara Chuya.

"Prove it first, then I'll tell you."

"Proof of drinking water?"

"Well, I want you to eat something more, it should be more intuitive, but it's too slow to do that."

Now there is nothing here that is ready to eat.

So Nakahara took the glass, took a sip, then sat on the sofa and was observed by Gojo Satoru for 5 minutes.

"Well... before drinking, the energy distribution of Zhongye's body is like this. Although there is a little bit all over the body, the eyes and ears are obviously higher than others."

"After drinking water, there are changes in the abdomen, from top to bottom..." He pointed to the location, from probably the stomach to the lower abdomen, "The concentration has increased."

His body relies on strength to maintain movement.Central Plains also somewhat understood what he meant, since the power of Huang Ba's vomiting can make his ears work in a non-living state, it can also make other organs play their roles in life.

The only problem is consumption.

In the past, after he used his ability, his power would slowly recover over time, but now the consumption is one-time and cannot be regenerated.It is probably because of this that this body selectively only allows a few parts to work.

He will stay here for a while, and he must always ensure that the energy reserves last until the end.

Gojo Satoru said, "Don't worry about that, it's totally enough. So let's go out and eat crepes."

Central Plains Chuya:?

Where is the causality?

He glanced out the window, and when the sun was supposed to be bright, the lights were still on in the room, so he knew the weather was not going well.It wasn't raining or anything, but it was windy.

A white plastic bag flew over, stuck to the window with a 'snap', lingered for a few seconds and then flew away.

Nakahara Chuya retracted his gaze and looked at Gojo Satoru.

In this weather, should we eat crepes or ashes?