The crossing point is the bedding of 5T5

The surroundings were quiet, and the vision was dominated by blue domineeringly. The slightly hot breath sprayed on the skin, causing a subtle itching, as if it wanted to go all the way into the heart.

I stared blankly at the young man in front of me whose outline was blurred due to being too close. The trembling string seemed to be pressed straight down by a big hand, and everything that was on the verge of collapse was tyrannically and unreasonably brought to a standstill. Only a brief hum of protest remained.

It has been 12 years, Wutiao's kissing skills have not improved at all.

Time passed slowly, and Fei Yuan's rationality slowly returned to his brain again, but he went astray in an instant.

The breath was full of familiar and unfamiliar breaths, I finally raised my jaw slightly, and lightly bit the soft lower lip of the other party.

At that moment, the white-haired young man seemed to have been pressed the pause button, and the wanton kiss stopped abruptly, even the blue flames in those beautiful eyes remained in the same position and stopped beating.

So, for a while, we just looked at each other quietly like this, even though we knew that the distance was too close and we couldn't see clearly, neither of us tried to separate and widen the distance.

The second hand stopped and stopped, and the itching on the skin finally penetrated into the heart silently, and soon spread to the internal organs with the surging blood.

The apex of my heart suddenly burned, and I was overwhelmed by strong emotions. I turned my wrist and broke away while the other party was stunned. Then I raised my forearm and wrapped it around his neck.

The temperature of the cheeks is rising, and even the air is pulsating.

Facing the five indistinct gazes, I slowly loosened the softness between my teeth, and then slowly closed my eyes.

The setting sun outside the window was just right, and through the glass, you could only see the girl's long black hair loosened naturally on the bed, and her slender and pale arms. The young man's arm above her head was half supported by her head, and his slender, bony palm gently supported her. the nape of the neck.

Lips leaning on each other, breaths smelling each other, incomparably close, peaceful and relaxed, just like trekking endless years in the boundless desert, now, I can finally rest.

***

No matter how difficult the day is, there is always something to live on.

From that day on, I started a long road of self-cultivation.

Gojo Satoru said, my soul is very special, the real person should have suffered backlash on the spot when I touched it, he was seriously injured and almost died, but I was just unconscious.

In this regard, I don't know what to say except "I have done it myself".

In addition, it is worth mentioning that I also met a person who has almost forgotten, the super conjurer 99 Yuki.

It is said that what she is researching is related to the soul, spell power, and body, so she was specially invited to "see a doctor" for me.

Under Gojo Satoru's unblinking gaze, this woman, who still has the same charm as before, took out a lot of things and fiddled with me, and then the excitement on her face turned into a listless one of disinterest.

"The strength of the spell and body are the same as that of ordinary people, but the soul is very strong. This kind of injury will heal itself after nourishing it."

Leaving behind a perfunctory "doctor's order", the other party left without looking back.

Therefore, I would like to follow the doctor's advice and continue to cultivate.

Life was not as boring and sad as expected, because a certain white-haired man unilaterally asked for a long vacation willfully, and made a bed on the floor in my room with the bedding in his arms.

Neither Gojo Satoru nor I have specifically confirmed anything. It seems to be the same as before, but I know that there are actually many differences.

For example, because of the constant pain in my body, I have always had some mobility difficulties, and young people will always appear when I need it, or support me when I fall, or remove my hand that was almost scalded by boiling water.

This is really a matter that requires a lot of energy. I thought that his character would not be able to resist offering to do everything for me and let me accept the arrangement obediently. As a result, a month passed in the blink of an eye, and the other party did not mention a word. They all worked hard to clean up the mess I caused.

Human beings are boring.

My body is gradually recovering as 99 Youji predicted.And when I changed from an ugly monster that hurt my eyes to an ordinary ghost that can still be seen, I still couldn't help but speak.

One day, while eating the lunch box delivered by Nitro, I asked Gojo Satoru in a joking tone, why he didn’t make a big deal and engage in dictatorship, but the other party reached out and rubbed my head.

"Because it's what Taojiang wants to do."

The young man withdrew his hand and smiled at me. The maturity of the man and the clarity of the youth were strangely blended, and he looked as if he was shining. He said, "It's okay, no trouble."

These words are considerate, so considerate that I can't help but reflect on whether I did something wrong, whether I was too stubborn or too stubborn.

"What are you thinking about, Peach Jam?"

A hand stretched out to cover my eyes, next to my ear, the magnetic and pleasant voice was a little helpless.

"Otherwise I'll buy a cane? This should be more convenient."

I suggested.

"No, that's fine."

The other party lowered his hand covering my eyes, and before I could react, he leaned forward and kissed the corner of my lips.

My field of vision regained its light, and I raised my eyes to meet those familiar blue pupils.

We looked at each other for a long time, and after a while, the white-haired young man blinked at me, raised his eyebrows and said, "Well, after all, I still hope that Taojiang can rely on me a lot."