Plunder X Strongest Magician

Gojo Satoru was very used to the fact that he found himself lying on the floor when he opened his eyes.

After all, no matter how big the bed is, Li Hui will be able to kick someone out of bed in his dream in the future, as long as he pats the ashes and goes back to sleep.

However, when he rubbed his head and sat up, he found that Li Huifu's eyes were clear, and he was sitting on the bed wrapped in a quilt and looking at his mobile phone.

Clearly kicking him down sanely.

...It's not easy to go back to sleep at a time like this.

Gojo Satoru's eyes lingered for a moment on the afterglow of the setting sun that slanted into the room, and sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her with a smile: "What kind of sleep is this? It's very strange."

She glanced at him with a calm expression: "Nap."

"Sleep in the afternoon?" He drew out an 'oh' in an inexplicable way, and skillfully shifted the topic to the colored part, "This way...are you planning to stay up at night?"

It's okay with him, but can she really have a third round with him just to pretend not to know?

"Yes." She nodded, "Some operating procedures still need further verification, and it is estimated that I will go to bed very late, and the needs there are tight."

Wutiaowu: "..."

Li Hui future sternly: "Is there any question?"

"Where did you go last night? You were so sleepy during the day." Gojo Satoru, who had no shame and rarely felt embarrassed, asked directly, lying without blushing or heartbeat, "I've been waiting for you all night."

She glanced at him and said nothing.

"After zero, it's 18 years old and you've come of age?" Wujo Gojo said in a voice, "So, you can..."

He stared at her, trying to read her expression.

However, the girl did not show that meaningful expression or a smile that was not a smile, but her eyes were blank for a moment, as if recalling something, her eyelashes moved away slightly, and her voice was much softer: "Yesterday Late... I drank a little too much."

But this expression is fake to death.

This guy never shows weakness when he is sincere, and only when he is deceiving people, he will make a pitiful and weak appearance, making full use of that pretty face that is not aggressive.

A certain hidden inferiority in the man's psychology caused him to do this trick, but he was also aware of her deception intellectually.

...cute and exasperating.

Usually in this situation, he really wanted her to cry, so that she would really turn into the pitiful appearance she pretended to be.

This kind of thought is only fleeting. After all, even if Rie will cry in the future, it is probably the false tears shed by the crocodile before devouring its prey.

And... deliberately making your girlfriend cry or something, male high school students wouldn't do that, right? How is this different from setting up a suicide device for yourself?

○ except above.

But for Wujo Wu, this is a real hammer, and Lie will know in the future that he is Wujo Wu.

Because if she really didn't know anything about it, she would probably tell him "ah, I didn't come back last night because I did ○ with Gojo-sensei. Is there any problem?" instead of pretending to be fake here decorated.

She won't feel guilty with twinkling eyes.

She will always have a willful look of "I am like this" when facing him, even if she has done bad things to him.

The slightly itchy touch on the side of the little finger is fleeting.

It was the casual touch of the girl's finger protruding from the corner of the quilt.

"Well?"

She was deliberately disrupting his thinking, trying to reduce his ability to think normally.

In normal times, this kind of small touch has no strange feeling, but today is different.

For the first time, when you face the girl you like, you are no different from the boys who are rigid and enlightened. Every corner of your brain is covered with color.

When he sees his eyes, he thinks of the mist on the sea surface swaying in the wind, when he sees his hair, he thinks of the soft bondage feeling wrapped around his fingers, when he sees his fingers, he thinks of the slight pain when he brushes across his back... Even every breath can make him shudder. move.

Proper separation can't get relief, but it will become worse and flood.

Compared with the physical perception of the body, what is really fascinating is the spiritual glue that two people are closely connected with.

It seems that at that moment, the fetters of lovers can be pure eternity.

Before his little fingers touched, he didn't know what she was thinking—whether she was as addicted to it as he was, or couldn't restrain herself from thinking about everything related.

Yet she knew how to get his imagination going, even if it was just a small gesture.

—Because she is just like him.

She is restrained and indifferent, and she doesn't seem to have excessive desire/desire for him, but she understands what he is thinking, and understands him as she understands herself.

She was equally uneasy.

He didn't speak, just held her wrist, and slowly moved it to cover the entire palm, only showing the girl's slightly red fingertips.

Nodding, kissing from index finger to little finger, gentle and tender.

The girl's fingertips trembled slightly, and the defensive line of bluff suddenly collapsed, even the eyes that looked at him were dyed the color of roses.

There is no hypocritical whitewash, bright and warm.

The sugar wrapping that wrapped the sweetness was unwrapped again, and the mottled rosebuds on the snowfield were particularly clear as far as the eye could see.

The man's fingers froze slightly, and his expression could not be seen clearly between the hanging white hair.

The girl seemed to have just remembered her purpose, and said again in a slightly hoarse voice: "It."

"It's ok."

Gojo Satoru's index finger lightly landed on her lips, stopping what she was going to say that was either deceitful or annoying.

"You don't need to explain to me, and now, I won't ask you anything." I don't blindly believe what comes out of your mouth. "

The rose-colored sunset disappeared inch by inch in the mountains and forests.

The two were extremely gentle, but it was tacit understanding.

"Because I can trust all your honest feedback."

When Li Hui came out of the bathroom wiping her hair, the small dormitory was already filled with the smell of frying incense.

The aroma comes from a plate of fried rice with golden rice grains as the base, dotted with red and green.

...It looks edible.

Lie Miku thought to himself, and then looked at Gojo Satoru.

Probably because of some kind of filter that temporarily blinded his eyes, Gojo Satoru unexpectedly looked very homely.

It was already dark the day after the end, and I couldn't order takeaway in Gaozhuan, and I missed the meal, so I had to cook by myself.

Obviously, Lie won't be able to cook in the future, and he won't be willing to do it when there is another person who can order him around.

——So she moved out the previous unequal clauses, which contained a clause "need to prepare meals when necessary".

It just so happened that the leftover ingredients from yesterday's birthday were in her dormitory, and they seemed to be able to make an edible meal together.

Sensing her gaze, Wujo Gou raised his eyebrows, and then... beat an egg with one hand.

"Handsome?"

One opening ruined all the atmosphere.

"In this regard, there is no need to pretend." She complained.

Gojo Satoru: "At least you can put it on in front of someone who breaks an egg with two hands and can still fall into several eggshells."

Draw the future: #

Sure enough, he woke up early that day and was still pretending to be asleep.

She didn't answer, and refused to accept his connotation, walked closer to the cooking table, watched him beat the eggs very quickly, and glanced at the fried rice that was about to cool down: "What are you doing?"

Gojo Satoru glanced at her: "Cat food."

Li Huifu did not refute at all, but just stared at him, the air was eerily quiet.

After more than ten seconds, Gojo Satoru finally spoke first: "Do you still want to stare at me like this? It's really hard—I not only want to feed you, but I also want to feed you."

Li Huifu still stared at him without saying a word, as if to watch him change his words.

Gojo Satoru just smiled, held the egg liquid in one hand, picked up the girl leaning against the cooking counter with the other, placed her on another free countertop, and touched her head: "Well, the very hungry kitten is here first Just wait, it's blocking the pot."

"It's so strange." She said slowly, wiping her hair, "The cat will make its own cat food."

"Let's not talk about this first." He adjusted the temperature of the induction cooker, heated the pan and rubbed butter, "What will happen to me if you praise me."

Li Huihui answered very honestly: "If you praise you, you will definitely make progress."

"Eh - no, so praise me." He looked at the girl beside him with a smile, his tone was so sweet that he was a little childish and coquettish, "Men are the kind who like to be praised by their girlfriends and have a great desire to show off." strong creature."

Saying what's on your mind is all it takes to grow a fluffy tail or ears that quiver to express emotion.

Li Huifu let out a hum, and rubbed the essential oil on her half-dried hair evenly.The aroma even overwhelmed the warm frying incense, wafting into his nostrils.

"Just a compliment, just one."

Gojo Satoru persevered, as if trying to pry a good word out of her mouth.

"The pot is about to dry." The girl raised her chin.

"Hmm." He glanced at the pot, and found that Ri-e Mirai's rare judgment was correct in the kitchen, so he chuckled, "Okay."

The egg liquid is poured into the pot, and there is a sound of "stabbing", followed by the continuous sound of water and oil jumping.

At the same time, contained in this crisp sound is a sentence that the girl said out of her mouth.

"Huh?" He didn't hear clearly, turned his head to look at the girl who jumped off the cooking table, and caught her flashing sly smile, "It's too bad, who can hear clearly at this time, say it again Well."

A damp and fragrant towel was placed on his neck, and the girl's half-dry hair fell freely, shaking with her movements.

"Say it again? Yes."

She is surprisingly easy to talk to.

Immediately, the girl wearing only a thin bathrobe walked around behind him, her soft and boneless hands fluttered across his waist, and embraced him from behind.

At the moment when his body was stiff, he pressed his cheek intimately against his warm back.

"I just said—"

She lowered her voice very softly, like a negotiating tone during kissing, making it impossible to refuse or interrupt.

It was clear that the sound was transmitted through the air, but he had the illusion that the sound was transmitted through the bone for no reason.Her voice seemed to penetrate into his spine, clinging to his bones and reaching his brain.

It is a sound that cannot be isolated and dispelled.

But he also clearly knew that what she said on purpose would never be anything good.

But sanely looking forward to it.

As the body touches, the breathing rhythm becomes more and more synchronized.

He saw that the egg liquid in the pan was overcooked, but he didn't intend to turn it at all.

"What?" He slightly bent his legs and leaned towards her.

A few seconds later, she laughed out loud, tiptoed to his ear, and then said words that both of them were very familiar with, with a bit of evil elements.

——"Good performance, I will pay you, 50."