Unusual couples in the world of conjuration

The sound of birds is crisp.

The tall evergreen trees outside the window sway with the wind, and the shadows of the trees are mottled.In the bedroom on the second floor, the shadow of the tree is cast on the white quilt, like the freehand brushwork of a landscape painting.

Under the covers, Bai Ci woke up and sat up.He listened to the sound of birds, looked at the shadows of trees shaking in the wind, and was stunned for a moment.

After knocking on the bedroom door a few times, he mumbled "Please come in", and then the door was opened from the outside.Gojo Satoru was wearing a white shirt and a black apron. Looking at the sleepy face of the boy sitting on the bed, he couldn't help but walk over.

He sat beside Bai Ci, the edge of the bed was slightly concave. ——A hand with strong knuckles pressed on the bed sheet, causing some slight wrinkles.The man's body leaned towards the young man, and the tip of his chin inadvertently brushed against the young man's face, feeling cool.

He raised his other hand, casually touched the remote control of the air conditioner on the bedside table, and turned it off.

There was a "beep" sound, and the hissing air from the air conditioner took a deep breath, and then sighed slowly, and there was no sound.

The sigh from the air conditioner died down, and Gojo Satoru's breath came over, blowing on Bai Ci's face, like a gentle caress with a hand.Bai Ci was about to wake up, but because of his approach, he turned his face and said vaguely: "It's nothing, I had a dream."

"What did you dream about?" Gojo Satoru asked, but in exchange for Baici's long silence.

His face was blank. After a long time, he opened his mouth and said, "I don't remember."

Looking at him calmly—? After a while, Gojo Satoru squeezed the quilt with his five fingers and squeezed slightly, creating slight wrinkles on the quilt as soft as the surface of a lake in spring.Then, as if nothing had happened, he smiled and said, "Really? Then go have breakfast first, I made it myself."

"Or," he suddenly moved closer to the young man, there was no distance apart from each other's clothes, and his lips gently rubbed against the young man's earlobe like a flower, "Should I eat first, or eat you first?"

Bai Ci's earlobes are soft—cut, white, like magnolia flower petals.At this moment, it turned red, like a begonia flower petals churning.

Then, he gave Gojo Satoru—?Body—? Gu Lu turned over to the other side of the bed, and landed on the ground with bare feet.Gojo Satoru patted the bed with a smile, nodded his chin at the slippers beside his feet, and said, "The slippers are still here."

Bai Ci, who was standing on the other side of the bed, looked at Gojo Satoru, who was smiling cunningly. The spot on his earlobe was as red as a spark, and it was about to burn.He simply turned his head and walked out of the room barefoot: "No more." This protest was insignificant, Gojo Satoru said that he could regard it as the interest between the two.Bai Ci on the dinner table didn't speak, and looked up at him from the information file—?

The dining room on the second floor is very large. It used to be a long table like a "Knights Gathering of the Round Table", and twelve carved chairs lined up side by side.On the day they moved in, Gojo Satoru asked someone to remove the original ornate decorations, and put them on—a small square table, two or three chairs, and the two of them faced each other.

The crystal lamps on the top are layered on top of each other, rotating and falling down, shining brilliantly, illuminating the expressions of the two.Light and shadow fall on the miso soup, like fish swimming in the water.Bai Ci sandwiched a mouthful of side dishes, seasonal vegetables, crisp and refreshing, and the juice lingered on the cheeks.

He chewed, put down his chopsticks for a while, and buried his head in reading the materials.The information was sorted out recently, and it was nothing more than those about the curse on his eyes.

Gojo Satoru didn't stick to his gaze, but only looked at the boy opposite him with his chin resting on his hands.The small square table was very small, and the distance between the two of them was very close. When he lowered his head, he saw that the boy's long eyelashes curled up like a small fan, flapping — flapping the ground, and the fanning wind penetrated into the hearts of people.

After flipping through the page -?, Bai Ci couldn't stand the gaze anymore, and said, "Wu, I have something to discuss with you."

His eyes were on the second half of the material, which was given to him by Watson in England, about Moriarty.

Gojo Satoru agreed—with a sound, and then fluttered his small fan-like eyelashes uneasily, and the boy on the opposite side raised his head and said, "I have an appointment with Moriarty this afternoon."

Putting his face in his hands, Gojo Satoru didn't move, he just said, "Sure enough, I should go and blow up this man named Moriarty."

"It's not impossible..." Bai Ci put down the materials, put them on the extra stool beside him and grabbed the chopsticks, —? He held two chopsticks in one hand and held them in the palm of his hand, "But, I hope to handle this matter myself."

"If I say no, you'll go too." Gojo Satoru—the words made it clear, "No one can stop you at all, Liuli."

"Yes." The corners of Bai Ci's mouth curled up, "Also, Wu will not? Say no to me."

Among them, the boy's silent trust and this self-willedness made Gojo Satoru look away and not look at him.The cascading crystal lamps were shining and crystal clear, reflecting the smile at the corner of his mouth.

Even if he turned his head away, what he was thinking of was still the boy's eyes, which usually looked like cold stars when he was thousands of miles away from others, but just now when he was speaking willful words, they were shining brightly, like pearls emitting dazzling brilliance.

"No, I will..." After a few seconds of silence, Gojo Gojo chuckled, unspeakably happy, "If you won't give me a good morning kiss, I won't like you, Liuli."

Bai Ci raised his head, stared at the gorgeous crystal lamp, and tried to change the subject: "This crystal lamp is paired with a small square table, it feels strange, and it will be replaced in a few days."

"Already contacted, change in the afternoon." Wujo Wu interjected, and the topic went back, "Kiss good morning before you can go out."

Bai Ci looked at him, and said a little angrily, "Every day?"

"Every day. If you don't kiss me, I won't be happy every day." Gojo Gori said confidently.

Bai Ci usually hates being threatened the most. If it were someone else, such as a treacherous person like Moriarty, he would have the patience to see through every trick and bury every step.However, Gojo Satoru is different after all.

——A kiss represents something even more different.And, I've kissed him before.

Even Bai Ci couldn't explain why he took the initiative that time.It seems that because Gojo Satoru was wronged, I also felt that? He was wronged, I couldn't bear it, and wanted him to be happy-?

And he was sure in his heart that a kiss of his own could make him happy.

Logically speaking, this -? set is completely unreasonable.Bai Ci pushed back what happened before three times, but couldn't figure it out.As I was thinking about it, the chopsticks in my hand "slapped"—?, and fell on the table.

Then, he woke up, looked up and saw Gojo Satoru with his chin resting on the opposite side, suddenly very angry.

After this person made unreasonable demands, he actually stood on the sidelines?If it were someone else, Bai Ci would have been angry long ago.However, his face was serious, and the words came to his lips: "Wu, were you happy when I kissed you before?"

Facing the young man's thoughtless question, Gojo Satoru replied without hesitation: "Of course."

In an instant, Bai Ci felt logical or rational, unhappy or awkward? It didn't matter.He suddenly became happy, snorted-?, and promised: "Then start from tomorrow."

"No." Gojo Satoru patted the table lightly, and said, "Right now."

As he spoke, he pushed the table away, the chair backed away, and stood up.Two steps, three steps, stepping over to Bai Ci.Bai Ci sat and looked up at him suspiciously.Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand, held the boy's face, bent his waist, and brought his head closer.

Then, a kiss, rippling.

Deeper than before, just like? A drop of dew on the petals of a double-petaled crabapple rolled over, going deep, dragging down a wisp of crystal water.

Then, the scorching sun turned in the early morning, and the water vapor evaporated, making the boy feverish and dizzy.He felt thirsty, thirsty deep in his throat.Feeling heavy again, Wujo Satoru seemed to be leaning on him with his whole body, so heavy? There was nowhere to escape.

But Bai Ci is not a weak person.Sitting, he slowly stood up. He was propping up the tabletop with his hands, but his head was dizzy and dizzy, like a kaleidoscope of gorgeous spectacle blooming in front of his eyes.

Unknowingly, his arms climbed onto Gojo Wu's shoulders as if asking for help, only then did he realize that his shoulders were broad, like a person climbing a cliff, he clung to his broad shoulders cautiously and tightly, with both hands The arm is fully retracted.

Feeling Bai Ci's tightened arms, Gojo Satoru regarded it as a sign of support, and even more as a sign of permission.The two kissed inseparably, and Gojo Satoru hugged Bai Ci's waist, as if performing a dance. Their bodies spun around each other, and Bai Ci was staggered a few steps.

But these lips have never parted.

Wait? His body accidentally knocked against the door frame, and Bai Ci felt that something was wrong.He—? hand fell limply, and he pulled—? the door frame.Gojo Satoru stopped, and his lips finally parted.

The feeling of lack of oxygen welled up, and Bai Ci breathed heavily.Gojo Satoru saw the timing right, pecked his lips lightly again, and said softly, "What's wrong?"

The voice is low, with a sticky nasal tone, and it's indescribably sexy, like a hook that tickles people's hearts.

From the corner of Bai Ci's eyes, he saw the bed in his bedroom, and the reaction after hypoxia finally appeared on his face.His face flushed suddenly, he could only turn his face away from looking at the bedroom,—? He didn't say a word.

Naturally, Gojo Satoru couldn't let go of this opportunity to bully him, and rubbed the corners of Bai Ci's lips with his full lips, but didn't speak.However, snorting, whistling, annoying enough.

Baici turned his head away again, and Gojo Wu chased after him with his lips.After chasing again and again, the young man's face stuck to the door frame, unable to retreat, he simply closed his eyes, and said dissatisfied: "Will the daily good morning kiss be so intense?"

"Where is it?" Wujo Wudao said, "It's obviously Liuli, your kissing skills are not very good, I'll teach you."

This reason is really bad enough.However, he was so angry? Bai Ci—? Turned his face and looked at the person in front of him: "Who is not good at kissing?"

"Then come again." Wujo Wudao.

How can a man say he can't do it.Bai Ci didn't even want to lean in, and the two kissed for a while longer.

But Bai Ci has mastered it——holding the doorknob with both hands, no matter how Gojo Satoru leads him into the bedroom, he won't be able to move him.After the kiss, Wujo Wu snorted heavily—— and said, "I'm still jealous, Liuli."

Bai Ci showed an expression of disbelief: "Are you jealous, Wu?

Then, he asked puzzled, "Whose food?"

The teasing came out of the mouth, but because he didn't understand the style, Wutiao Wuqi snorted and said: "Eat some heartless guy."

"Oh"—?, Bai Ci understood: "Are you eating Moriarty's? He's just a passer-by."

"..."

There was such a moment, Gojo Satoru really wanted to drag him to the bed and torture him severely.

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After the good morning kiss, Gojo Satoru sent Bai Ci to see Moriarty.

Moriarty and Bai Ci sat at a table. This table was not a warm dinner table for him and Gojo Wujo, but a table for gamblers to gamble their lives.