It's a power, not a spell

Due to various reasons such as the weather, it is not a good idea to go out now anyway, and it cannot even be counted in the 'normal' range. Gojo Satoru may not be blown all over by the wind and sand, but Nakahara will, or even if he can still use the abnormal Ability, he doesn't want to use it in this kind of place.

Unexpectedly, after being rejected, the guy who always went his own way just nodded his head flatly and said, "That's fine."

On the contrary, Zhong Yuanzhong also felt that every cell in his body was uncomfortable, like a super difficult game. He exhausted all his efforts and finally reached the end. He was about to meet the final boss. He originally thought that he would display his superb skills here. Wrestled with the enemy with advanced technology, and the result was a flat A, and the level was passed.

After a moment of aphasia, he glanced at the weather forecast on his phone.

"...you can go in the afternoon."

"Then it's settled." Wujo Wu quickly replied, as if he had expected it.Then when he remembered something, he bent down and approached the young man on the sofa, and when the latter moved his eyes from the phone screen to himself, he said, "Just to make sure, there are only two of us on this afternoon's date, right?"

Youbao|Raising 'Jewels come first', Zhongyuan Zhong also skillfully ignored the 'dating' in that sentence.

"If you want to go alone, I'd be happy. Just put it on the table over there, and just take it yourself when the time comes."

"Just kidding, of course we go together."

Gojo Gojo straightened up and walked towards the stairs, intending to go to the bathroom. He stretched out one arm, folded the other side, raised it over the shoulders and stretched it back. The thin bottoming shirt outlined the beautifully shaped butterfly bone outline.

After stretching, he said again: "I'm looking forward to it, the appointment in the afternoon."

"..."

The figure of the other party disappeared behind the stairs, and Nakahara Nakaya rubbed the skin on the side of his face with his fingertips. The distance was very close just now, and Gojo Satoru's warm breath sprayed on his face when he spoke, making it a little itchy.

He cupped his fingers, as if he could still feel a little warmth.

Although he is not cold, the cold temperature of his body still affects him. Occasionally, he has the illusion that his soul is frozen, and his perception of heat becomes more sensitive.Zhong Yuanzhong also got up and took a cup of hot water with the cup just now, held it in his hand, and looked down at the subtle ripples on the water surface.

It seemed a little boring to just be in a daze. After a while, he pulled out the remote control and turned on the TV in front of him.

The TV drama that is currently on the air is playing on it.

Because it started from the middle, he didn't know exactly what it was about, but from the current point of view, it seems to be a love story between a killer and an ordinary person.The killer is the hero.

When the heroine refused the confession of another man, the latter kissed her suddenly and was seen by the hero. The next plot may be that the killer kills that person, or the killer catches the adulterer (?) and the heroine, Nakahara also drinks it After drinking the water that had lost its temperature, he planned to pour another glass and come back to continue watching, when Gojo Satoru's voice came from upstairs.

calling him.

Nakahara Nakaya didn't really want to go, but Natsume Takashi was also in the room on the second floor, and Gojo Satoru would definitely wake him up if he kept shouting like this.

"……What's up?"

At the same time as the sound was made, the frosted glass door of the bathroom was opened from the inside, and Gojo Satoru, who was only wearing a bath towel, said, "I forgot to bring clothes, but it seems that I can just go back to the room and change, so I'm fine."

White mist poured out from the open door, and Zhong Yuanzhong also took a step back reflexively, avoiding the water vapor hitting his face.

Nakahara Chuya: ...

been played.

He wanted to give the guy some memory, but he was a little out of the loop.It feels weird to punch anywhere without clothes on.

During the short interval of thinking, Gojo Satoru had already passed him and walked towards the room.

Turning his head subconsciously, he saw that the opponent's back was not covered by the cloth, and his muscles were not very obvious. Because of the opponent's height, the overall appearance was a bit thin.

Tsk, height.

Unhappy Zhong Yuan Zhong also returned downstairs, and the screen just happened to show the male protagonist and another male, called the male second, confronting the male second.

Is it the first development?

It was all the same boredom anyway, he didn't feel anything.Sit down on the couch, cross one leg over the other, and continue to look behind you.

The first man and the second man looked at each other for a few seconds, the first man moved first, he approached the second man, and the second man retreated at the same time, until he reached the wall, the first man approached him, suddenly put his hands on the wall behind the second man, and then read Line: "You are mine, it seems that you are not quite clear about your position."

Central Plains Chuya:?

Central Plains Chuya:!

"Hey~ so you like to watch this type?"

When he was shocked by this development, the two people were already talking mouth to mouth on the screen, and Gojo Satoru just came down from the stairs and followed the sound to look over.

"No, I just... didn't expect it to be this type." Nakahara Nakaya turned off the TV with a blank expression.

"So what kind of genre do you want to see?" Gojo Satoru asked curiously, "I can't even imagine what kind of character you would like."

"I don't like to watch this kind of stuff." This TV should be turned on for the first time since it came here.

Zhong Yuanzhong also rubbed the space between his eyebrows. If possible, he would rather pour a glass of red wine and listen to his collection of records to spend his leisure time.

But now the record is missing, it is estimated that they took it away when collecting the relics, and the wine cellar is below, but now is not the right time for wine tasting.

"I'm really interested."

Gojo Satoru sat next to him, put his arm on the back of the sofa behind him, raised one leg, took the remote control in Nakahara Nakaya's hand with the other hand, and turned on the TV again.

Zhong Yuanzhong also smelled the familiar smell of shower gel, and the other person's body was still hot. He stared at the lit screen, leaning back against the back of the sofa. The body near Gojo Satoru seemed to be less It's cold.

When Natsume Takashi went downstairs, he happened to see such a scene.

The tall, white-haired young man was holding the black remote control on his lap with one hand, and the other arm was embracing the slightly petite young man with brown hair. He leaned his head back against the back of the sofa, and closed his eyes tightly.The latter was still awake, his eyes were looking at the screen ahead, and his body was slightly tilted towards Gojo Satoru.

The sound of the TV floated in the air, overshadowing the ripping wind outside, the warm lights on the ceiling poured down, and Zhong Yuanzhong also looked in the direction of the stairs.

"Wake up, how do you feel?"

Natsume Takashi nodded and lowered his voice, "I feel better, thank you very much for the clothes."

Nakahara also said 'hmm' in a nasal voice, stood up from the sofa, and only then did he notice that Gojo Satoru's arm was behind him, "I'll change the bandage for you."

Although it is not a technical job, the position of Natsume Takashi's wound is not very convenient for him to change, and it is just a matter of lifting his hands to help him.

Takashi Natsume thanked again.

Zhong Yuanzhong also didn't know how many times he heard the syllables of "thank you", but the other party's voice was soft, and the sincerity in it was not fake, and it was not annoying.

The wind was still blowing outside, and the weather forecast said that it would be much better in the afternoon, so he suggested that Natsume Takashi, who wanted to say goodbye, could wait for them to go out together in the afternoon, and Yazaki could drive them back by the way.

Natsume Takashi nodded and thanked again.

Zhong Yuan also looked behind him, "Where's Madara?"

"Mr. Kitty is still sleeping."

Let him sleep then.

"Shall we watch together?" Zhongya Nakahara sat back next to Gojo Satoru, and gestured to the single sofa over there.

Now it's a decent variety show, if it's the same as before, he will definitely not invite it.

absolute.

Gojo Satoru next to him slightly licked the corner of his lower lip when he leaned over.

However, although the distance is very close, the gap between them is like a barrier.

has always existed.