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Yukimi Mie was confused.

After being drunk, her brain with severely insufficient IQ is not enough for her to think about complex issues. While stroking Xiao Mi's hair in a random way, the little girl struggled to recall the two contradictory instructions she heard.

Put down Xiaomi, go to Zhijun's place...

No no, Gojo-sensei said, go to him...

So, where exactly is it going?

There is no one to solve Zhizhi's doubts. In the detective agency, there are those who are drunk, those who run away, those who are afraid to speak out, and those who are waiting for answers, but there is no one who makes decisions for her.

She doesn't need others to make decisions, her feet are on Zhizhi's legs, and she can walk by herself.

Without reason, only relying on the most primitive instinct, Xue Jian Weizhi took a slow step.

She straddled Gogo's legs and walked towards Osamu Dazai.

Gojo Satoru had a smile on his face, he retracted his long legs unhurriedly, the arc of the smile on his lips remained unchanged.

Those eyes, like dark clouds all over the place and about to fall like thunder, are heavy and oppressive on the heart of a person.

The back of the girl shrunk in the blue pupils was faltering, Gojo Satoru looked at Mie Yukimi and stopped in front of Osamu Dazai, holding up the ice cream-colored Sanhua cat in his hand.

"Huh?" Osamu Dazai and Gojo Satoru were stunned together.

Osamu Dazai didn’t dare to pick it up rashly. [Disqualification in the World] will cause the power to fail. The middle-aged cat’s transformation into a living person is not the dreamy picture of a cat turning into a maid in light novels and books. Natsume Soseki will die socially on the spot. Detective Agency There is a high probability that a homicide case will splatter three feet of blood.

Natsume Soseki himself thought of this, the little kitty's struggling limbs stopped stiffly, for fear that Yukami Mie would force him to stick with Osamu Dazai.

"Zhijun, Maomao is here for you." Zhi Zhi persistently stuffed Xiaomi into Dazai Zhi's hand, not seeing the gesture of an elder trying his best to preserve his dignity, "Let Maomao warm your bed."

Dazai Osamu & Natsume Soseki: Daba!

"No need." Osamu Dazai retreated without a trace, "Compared to cats, I still prefer cute little sisters who are willing to die in love with me."

"No miss." Zhizhi shook her head vigorously, almost staggered a few times, she said word by word, "Miss sister won't warm your bed—you don't want anyone, warm things, you If you just stand where you are, you will never be able to get such a warm thing that you are afraid of and yearn for so much.”

Osamu Dazai's pupils constricted slightly, and he looked down at the red-faced black-haired girl in disbelief.

The drunk girl who spoke almost illogically shook her head, her eyes closed slightly: "Maomao is very good, it warms your bed today, it will leave the next day, and it will come again on an unexpected day. "

"When you are with a cat, you don't have to be afraid of parting, you don't have to go through retention, and you won't." Xuejian Weizhi looked up at the void blankly, "and you won't feel lonely. Zhijun is a very sensitive cat, and I dare not raise it. ——If you are hurt because of my inadvertent actions, how sad and helpless I should be."

That's why she kept saying—Osamu Dazai is Yukimi Mie's best friend.

"I'm so sleepy." The little girl rubbed her eyes, "I want to go home and sleep."

Xiao Mi struggled to jump away from Zhizhi's hand, her brain was swept away by sleepiness, so she didn't want to worry about anything.Osamu Dazai opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but Yukimi Mie knew that he would not say anything.

Zhijun is that kind of person, very sensitive and timid, afraid of gain and loss.

As a friend, Xue Jian Miie always has the most patience and the most considerate for him.

But today is really sleepy, Zhizhi wants to go home and sleep.

She wobbled and turned around, bumping the tip of her nose into the man's chest.

Xuejian Weizhi raised her head slowly, she blinked several times before she recognized who it was.

The girl smiled softly, and she opened her hands: "Teacher Wutiao, are you here to pick me up?"

Gojo Wu single-handed Xuejian Weizhi into his arms, and stroked her long hair with his palm: "Yes, it's time for us to go back."

When the tall man stood upright, he could look down at everyone. His blue eyes and iris eyes met for a second, and Osamu Dazai looked away.

"Then," Gojo Satoru said incredulously, "I'll take Zhizhi home first, you can do whatever you want."

No one reminded Yukimi that Mie's home was not far from the detective agency building. No matter how stupid or irrelevant the rice cook Little Tiger was, he knew that the "home" in Gojo Satoru's mouth referred to Tokyo, which meant that they lived together for three years. year apartment.

It's not impossible to stop them, but each of them has their standpoint and reasons for blocking them.

But everyone can see that it is Zhizhi's own choice.

She chose to go with Wujo Wu.

"Now, the cabbage in the field has really been uprooted..." someone murmured.

The door of the president's office opened silently, and at some point Edogawa Ranpo, wearing glasses and wearing a brown plaid cape, walked out of the room.

He folded his arms and snorted, but didn't say much.

Xuejian Miie's wine is very good, at least that's what Gojo Satoru, who was flying across the sky with her in his arms, thinks so.

No noise or fuss, no other troubles except that he likes to put his head on people's necks.The breath she exhaled seeped into Gojo Satoru's neck and into his skin, because the wine she drank was too little, the girl's mouth had no smell of alcohol at all, only her own light and sweet breath remained.

"I'm home, do you feel uncomfortable?" Gojo Satoru squatted down to take off the shoes of the little girl who was standing there blankly, and asked her.

"Oh." Zhizhi looked down in confusion and saw a white head. She followed her instinct and bent down to hug Gojo Wu's neck. She rubbed her face in the fur and didn't hear what Wujo Wu asked.

Even when you are drunk, you don’t forget to lick cats. As expected of you, you don’t forget your original intention No.1.

Is it difficult to make a cup of honey water? Gojo Satoru rescued his hair from Zhizhi's claws, and patted Zhizhi's head like a rubber ball in retaliation: "Go and sit on the sofa."

"Oh." The girl who could only say oh agreed, and raised her foot the moment Wujo Wu turned to leave, and stepped on the heel of Wujo Wu's plush slippers.

Thanks to the poor body shape, the tragedy of Gojo Satoru falling back and directly GG did not happen.In fact he was not shaken at all, lifted his foot very easily and continued walking.

Was trampled again.

Walking one by one and stepping on the other, they walked to the kitchen like a shadow sticking to a shadow.

When passing by the wooden sign "Zhizhi and Dogs Not Entered" on the kitchen side, the drunk Zhizhi quietly stretched out his hand and snapped the wooden sign in half.

A woman's revenge is hidden in every detail.

The key to brewing honey water is that the water temperature should not be too high, and to take into account the taste of a bad boy who loves sweets, two extra spoonfuls of honey are required.

Gojo Satoru stirred the misty honey water in the white porcelain cup, and there was a crisp sound when the spoon touched the cup wall.He felt the same, and stuffed the porcelain cup into the hands of Zhizhi who was following behind his legs every step of the way.

Sweets always grab Mie Yukimi's attention.She let go of the foot that was clinging to the heels of Wuwu's plush slippers, and held the cup and swallowed it without fear of the heat.

It should stop after drinking, right?Gojo Satoru thought uncertainly.

Zhizhi drank water as quickly as she dried rice, she put the cup on the chopping board, and stubbornly continued her little game of stepping on the heels.

"Okay, drunk." Wujo Gojo flicked the girl's forehead with her fingers, and Mother Goose, who worked hard as a guide, brought Mie Xuejian back to her room.

It is not outrageous to use Mother Goose to describe Gojo Satoru.

Xuejian Weizhi walked behind Gojo Satoru. She stared at the man's broad back and powerful waist, and slowly raised her head to look into the pure snow-like hair. white eyelashes and blue eyes.

"White." The little drunk said abruptly, "I like it."

"Huh?" Gojo Satoru turned sideways.

Xuejian Weizhi and him endured to the extreme, no matter how soft his voice was, he could hear it clearly.Gojo Satoru thought that Zhizhi was talking about his hair color, so he couldn't help chatting with the drunk: "Do you like cats that much? You only like white cats?"

"Maomao, of course, any color is fine." Zhizhi shook her head, "White, black, red, as long as you like it, it's my little boy."

You said it, you playful woman, you actually said it.

Gojo Satoru knew that he shouldn't have secret expectations, so he asked casually, "Apart from cats and cats? What else do you like in white?"

"Eyelashes." Yukimi Mie said clearly, "I like white eyelashes."

"Blue eyes, too," she added.

Dongtang Aoi's voice was too penetrating, Zhizhi was unknowingly infected, and said frankly:

"I like it, it's the liking of a fetish."

Gojo Satoru suddenly became speechless.

He wanted to laugh, but felt that it was pointless to laugh at a drunk, maybe she wouldn't remember anything when she woke up.

"Don't just use a new word after you learn it." Gojo Satoru taught her, "It's easy for people to misunderstand you. Of course, it doesn't matter if I misunderstood it, no, it still matters a little bit."

Because it's annoying.He still needs to work hard and patiently to calculate, but the little girl can tease her by herself without being responsible.

It's not fair.

Xuejian Weizhi didn't speak again.

She seemed very dissatisfied with Gojo Satoru's tone of teaching her, and decided not to be a good and understanding child Zhizhi today.

Your friend Rebellious Branch is online.

"I didn't use words casually." After a while, Gojo Satoru heard the girl behind him say sullenly, "My Chinese scores are super good."

"I'm afraid your Chinese teacher won't be pleased to hear that." Gojo Satoru finally led Yukimi Mie back to her room, and consciously completed a big task.

The man unbuttoned the two buttons on his neckline to breathe, without turning his head, he explained: "Can you take a bath by yourself? You can't just fall asleep and talk about it tomorrow. In the middle of the night, you came to knock on my door with a headache, but you only drank so much A little wine should be fine..."

Gojo Satoru was talking, and found that Xuejian Weizhi had not said a word.

Could it be that he fell asleep standing up?

Gojo Satoru turned sideways, meeting Zhizhi's gaze.

She was watching Gojo Satoru very, very intently.

Gojo Gojo could feel the girl's gaze lingering on his eyes for a long time, thinking of her vowing before that "it's the kind of liking of sexual fetish", he couldn't help laughing.

"Are you not convinced?" Wu Tiaowu teased Zhizhi, "I have a sexual fetish in my mouth when I was just an adult, and I don't know who taught it."

"I learned it myself." Xuejian Weizhi said slowly.She spoke slowly, but sounded organized.

If it wasn't for the fact that her pupils were slightly dizzy and unable to focus, Gojo Satoru didn't even think Zhizhi was drunk.

The truth is that she was drunk, and very drunk.

"I learned it myself." Xuejian Weizhi repeated, and she suddenly said, "I have learned a lot, do you want to see it?"

Before Wujo Satoru could answer, the black-haired girl nodded in response to her own question: "Well, you want to see it."

"Okay." Gojo Satoru was annoyed by the drunk, "I want to watch."

Yukimi smiled.

Her smile is completely different from the previous cute, sly, and brisk style, a smile that Gojo Satoru has never seen before.

Just a little arc evoked makes people haunt their dreams, and under the sweetness is a deadly trap.The unprovoked extreme sense of danger shot up the man's spine like a ray of lightning, making him numb all over, and all the cells in his body screamed and fled.

But he couldn't move his pace, and was held in place by the smile.

The little devil with different pupils raised his hand and tore off the choker around his neck.

The complex metal suppressor rolled down to the corner of the carpet, disappearing under the curtain of night.

The black rose coquettishly climbed onto her fair skin, and the scorching flames forced Gojo Satoru to lower his head.

A pair of soft and cold hands wrapped around his neck, and his lips, stained with the sweet scent of honey, locked his breath.

The tough power is savage and wild. From the perspective of falling at a high speed, Gojo Satoru tasted the tingling rust on his lips.