The daily life of Shier and 5t5

Shi Er stood by Wujo Wu's bed early in the morning, and when he saw him take off the blindfold, he stretched out his hand.

Gojo Satoru: "?"

It rained all night, and the sky was still gloomy in the morning.He had insomnia last night, just fell asleep, and now he is a little dazed.

Gojo Satoru stared at the hand and hesitated for a moment, then obediently put his chin in the palm of Shier's hand.

Shi'er wanted to laugh, wanted to rub Big Mao Mao's chin, but forced himself to suppress the too soft emotion.

He shook his baby face away, then reached out.

"Check out. There are a total of fifty thousand and twenty on credit, and the previous owed should be paid off."

After paying off, each will not owe each other, and the bridge will return to the bridge and the road will return.

He is good at taking the initiative to withdraw before the benefactor tears his face, and leave in a cool way, so that he is informed and interesting, and saves face for both parties.

Gojo Satoru was fully awake.

"A card is fifty thousand in the second drawer of the closet." He said slowly, "I have no cash for the remaining twenty yen."

"When will it be given?"

"……In a few days."

Shir nodded, turned and left.

He deliberately ignored that he had cash to give change, and that Master Wutiao could break the whole bill for just buying anything.

—Anyway, there is still twenty yen outstanding between them.

Then it's not over yet.

When Shi Er went out with his front feet, Wu Tiao Wu jumped up from the bed with his back feet, dressed up hastily, and stalked far behind him.

The man said that he was going to do the mission of the curse master, who would believe it?

It must be looking for a new financial backer.

No, what if he is cheated of money and sex, he has to follow.

In order not to be found too embarrassing, Gojo Satoru put away his leaked spell power, and instead of following Shier into the dessert shop, he wandered into the tall building opposite.

He took off his sunglasses, looked at the dessert shop with a slumped face, and the "six eyes" acted as a perspective telescope, passing information to him through heavy rain.

... Well, that's right, Shi Er didn't molested the clerk, nor did he show any look of nostalgia, and his behavior was normal.

and many more.

Gojo Satoru widened his eyes.

Perhaps because he paid too much attention to Shier, he didn't realize it at first sight—the female shop assistant who talked to Shier turned out to be a curse master!

[Spelling method: spirit descending.By extracting the body information of the deceased, all the characteristics and part of the memory of the body of the deceased can be obtained. 】

The psychic mother-in-law, he seemed to have seen this curse master when he was a child, and he had discussed this person with Shier a month ago.

If she doesn't hide obediently, and even leans in front of the sky and the tyrant himself, is this old woman going to die?

Wujo Wu always felt that this was strange, so he took a closer look.

He suddenly understood where the psychic mother-in-law's confidence came from.

——She used the face of Hui's mother, Fu Heishashu.

The poisonous thorn that troubled him yesterday stung in his heart again.

Gojo Wu took a deep breath to hold back the mantra, and turned on his phone to send a text message to Kong Shiyu.

Wujo Wu: Did you even know that the Fuheisha tree had died?

Foxy tool person: He watched her pass away with his own eyes.

Gojo Satoru: Does he remember her now?

Foxy Tool Man: He didn't remember it a few months ago, and I don't know what's going on now.

Foxy tool man: The boss can make a side note.

Text messages and call requests urging Wu Tiao to exorcise the curse spirit kept popping up on the screen of his mobile phone. He pinched the bridge of his nose, pulled all the old oranges into the blacklist with one click, and continued to look out the window.

...How could he be willing to walk away.

It gets dark early.

Sha Shu's work was changed by other people, she changed into a dress that was much more delicate than usual, and walked to Shi'er's table.

"Mr. Fuhei is waiting for me to get off work?"

Shi Erpi smiled, and unconsciously tapped his knuckles on the table: "What do you think?"

"I thought my husband was angry with me that day." The woman brushed her temple hair behind her ears.

"There are some things that need to be separated from the family, so as not to hide things." Shi'er's tone was ambiguous, "For example, my relationship with you."

The woman smiled sweetly: "Can I call you that? Shier."

Hearing her pronounce "Shier" in that voice, the man's eyes flickered slightly.

He pulled away the chair, took the opportunity to lower his head and covered his thoughts with his forehead hair, and said with a joke: "It's better to call him Mr. Fu Hei—the 'coincidence' that we have the same surname, if it creates an effect of confusing the real one, it will be more exciting."

He approached the woman, and whispered in her ear: "You mean it? Mrs. Fuhei."

With such a handsome guy in front of him, male hormones rushed to his face, a flush appeared on the woman's cheeks, and greed and covetousness flashed in her eyes.

"Sir, you are joking. If you recognize me as your wife, won't the family members be jealous?"

"He won't know." Shi Er twisted a strand of Sha Shu's hair, and let go of it in a flash.

"Miss Fuhei and I hit it off right away." He issued an invitation, "Why don't we change places and deepen the 'communication'."

They left the dessert shop together, held the same umbrella, and walked into a nearby hotel.

"A suite with no one up, down, left, or right." Shi Er tapped his newly acquired bank card on the counter, "I can increase the price."

Under the suspicious eyes of the front desk, he raised the corners of his lips evilly, and whispered in his ear: "I'm afraid there will be too much noise and disturb others."

The little brother serving at the front desk blushed immediately, and handed the key to Shi Er with trembling hands.

When the person left, he was still doubting himself whether he was a crook.

"Cough." Another person came to the counter.

The person who came to see him looked like a tall, rich and handsome man who was used to being pampered, but for some reason he deliberately dressed like a street ruffian.

He obviously didn't open an umbrella, but his shoes weren't even wet.

"Give me the keys to that person's front, back, left, right, up, and down rooms." Gojo Satoru said.

The front desk reacted: "I'm really sorry, those rooms were booked by the gentleman just now. Our store takes customer satisfaction as the first rule, and pays attention to sincerity..."

Five gold cards were patted in front of him.

"Integrity..." The front desk was weak.

Gao Fushuai took out five more cards, and a total of ten cards were displayed in front of his eyes.

"Is it enough?"

"To make you satisfied is the first rule of our store." The front desk showed a polite smile, "Here is the spare key for the room that the gentleman booked just now, can I take you there?"

"Only use the key. All employees evacuate that floor." Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand, "Give me the bank card that the gentleman handed over before."

In the elevator, Gojo Satoru stared at the bank card, grinding his teeth angrily.

—Isn't this what I got from him this morning?

Good guy, spending his money to pick wild flowers and weeds outside, it's a piece of shit, okay?

If the current Gojo Satoru is used to squeeze the juice, it will definitely be more sour than a whole Edogawa concentrated lemon juice.

He had endured it before, persuading himself to wait a little longer, to give Shier room to choose.

He heard the sweet words flowing from the man's mouth, saw him show off his masculine charm wantonly, saw him flirt |

How can you be so proficient.

He couldn't help thinking—maybe when we lived with him, when we hugged and kissed in the house called "home", those words that were spit out from the man's mouth without thinking were also perfunctory under habit.

Wanted to be a player, but was thoroughly played.

Choose a fart for him.

Destroy it.

Gojo Satoru crushed his sunglasses with one foot, ice-blue anger ignited in his eyes, and mantra poured out.

Sure, he thought with a sneer, what he learned from Tsumiji BL manga finally has an excuse to practice.

Imprisonment, bondage, leather whip, women's clothing, human body feast, which one comes first?

Forget it, come together.

the same moment.

In the presidential suite, Shir, who was lying on the sofa, shivered.

Well, the air conditioner is not turned on. Although it is raining, it is not so cold in late summer and early autumn, right?

What was more serious than his reaction was the woman on his lap who claimed to be Shashu. She suddenly began to shake like chaff, her face was ashen-colored, and she almost fell limp.

She hid the shock in her eyes, fear, anger, and despair flashed through quickly, and finally grabbed the only straw to save her life.

"Mr. Shier..." The woman's red lips parted slightly, and she pressed her close.

Her lips were blocked by a hand.

Shi Er wiped off the lipstick in his palm, and said with a smile: "Miss Fu Hei has to sit still. What should I do if I kiss you so suddenly, if I am misunderstood."

"Don't you want me?" The woman looked sad, "Does Shier hate me?"

"I just want to 'communicate' with you." Shi Er laughed it off, "I forgot to mention that I still have a financial backer. Before the bill is settled, I have to abide by the basic professional ethics of the little boy."

"Also," he said with sharp eyes, "one last reminder, don't call me 'Shir'."

"... Fuhei." Under his shock, the woman involuntarily changed her words.

Within half a minute, her "grandchildren" were dying one by one.

Death's footsteps came in a sound.

The backer behind her is hidden behind the scenes, and may have abandoned her.

But the man in front of him is mysterious and unpredictable, and it is difficult to see whether he has amnesia or not.

She had to show her trump card in advance, as the only shield that could save her life.

"Fu Hei," said Sha Shu, "you took this surname for me, and you have been thinking about me for so many years...and now I am alive in front of you, why are you not tempted?"

Shi Er was obviously surprised.

She was right.

The woman took a step closer: "I am Shir's wife, Hui's mother."

Shier's face froze in a moment of shock.

...that's what happened.

No wonder when I saw this face, I felt familiar, warm, and heartbroken.

The brain injury has recovered, and only one opportunity to light up the memory is needed.

At this moment, memories of five years of Fuheishashu emerged in his mind.

After a while, Shi Er spoke with difficulty: "...How could you still be alive."

"You're still alive, aren't you?" The woman held his neck, "The important thing is not the reason, but... we meet again."

Very silent.

She saw the reddish eye sockets of the man, and moved closer.

--Right, that is it.Old dreams resurface, let your guard down.When a man climaxes, it is always the best time to assassinate.

Shir stroked her neck.

In the corridor of the hotel.

"Stand back! Back off!" The curser's voice trembled, and the sharp knife was pressed against the waiter's neck. "Otherwise I'll kill him! Do you want to be charged with killing ordinary people?!"

Then he was pleasantly surprised to find that Gojo Satoru wasn't looking at him.

The room at the end of the line of sight is the psychic mother-in-law.

Fortunately, he was saved...

"Uh."

The cursed master's limbs twisted and flew out, blood splashing all over the wall.The waiter screamed and fainted as the white-haired man approached him.

Indeed, Wujo Satoru's attention was not given to these curse masters.

What kind of thought does it take to trample a tick to death?

Clues formed a network in his mind, for example, Jin Meiji said Shier didn't like her mother, for example, in the photo of mother and daughter in front of her desk, Fu Hei Shashu had a face that was too similar to Fu Hei Shashu.

Do you miss her so much?

She liked it so much that she married her sister who looked similar to her, and she liked it so much that she changed her surname to Fuhei.

I like it so much—even though I know it's a counterfeit disguised as a curse master, I still like it?

Not just Edogawa.The tsunami has been sour.

Arriving at the door of the presidential suite, Gojo Satoru stopped and pressed his forehead to calm down.

——No, no matter what you see when you go in later, you have to pretend not to care.

Don't let him know how much you care about him.

Treat it as the gold master... the privilege that he should have.

inside the door.

Shi Er stroked the woman's neck, and then locked it tightly.

"Hmm..." The woman showed an expression of disbelief.

"The stench of old age is coming, mother-in-law." Shi'er bared his fangs, his dark green pupils filled with rage, "You have one second to release the spell."

Holding the woman's neck, he stood up abruptly and pressed it against the table.

"Anyway..." the psychic mother-in-law said awkwardly, "This is the body of Fuheishashu. Are you going to kill her?"

"Hahahahahahaha!" Shi Er laughed wildly, "Did you think you could fool me? Shashu's ashes were taken away by me. What did you use to copy her body?"

Crazy enough to throw away the ashes of the original partner?The psychic mother-in-law trembled more and more.

"Fu's black gauze dress is not like her." Shi'er said viciously, "Your gauze body is even worse—it's disgustingly greasy."

The psychic mother-in-law broke out in cold sweat all over her body, but she didn't dare to lift the spell.

That was her only support, without this face, she was no different from the bugs who died at will outside.

"I bet you...you can't be cruel and hurt this face."

Shi Er was extremely angry, he snorted heavily, and his arm muscles twitched.

At this moment.

"Clap la la la."

A bottle of makeup remover was poured down, and the makeup remover washed away the psychic grandmother's makeup, and the colored powder that made her look more like a sand tree turned into dirty tears, overflowing.

"Ahhhhh...quickly stop!"

After the black sewage flowed away, she even lost Shashu's face.

After pouring out the last drop of liquid, Gojo Gojo threw the empty makeup remover into the trash can with a bang.

Shi'er looked up at him, his eyes sparkling.

"The kind-hearted people who see injustice and help each other make a grand debut~" Gojo Satoru smiled relaxedly, "I hate bad guys who are cheating on online dating photos the most."

While performing exaggerated performances, he paid faint attention to the man's expression.

It's hard to describe what Shire looks like now.

but……

All the dark thoughts just now dissipated, and now Gojo Satoru just wanted to hug him, to give the homeless wandering black panther a peaceful embrace.

Stop staring at him with those wet eyes.

...Staring at him again, he was afraid that he would not be able to pretend.

Forget it.

"Can I help you deal with her?" Gojo Satoru proposed.

Shir said nothing.

Gojo Satoru sighed, covered one of his eyes from behind him, and popped "Cang" with his fingertips.

The killing scene was clean and gentle, without blood spatter, and the face seemed to disappear out of thin air.

"Look, she's just an old woman." Gojo Gojo said warmly, "Well...not even a speck of dust now."

This spring and summer, he has grown a few centimeters taller, and he is already able to wrap Shier in his arms.

They seem to maintain an intimate posture, but in fact Shire has always kept a certain distance from his chest, as if they were close, and did not bear any force from him.

"You don't need to tell me, I will do it too." Shi Er pushed away the hand in front of him, completely out of Gojo Wu's temperature.

He fumbled in his trouser pocket as if looking for cigarettes, but because he was absent-minded, he simply gave up.

No visible pain, no hunched over from exhaustion, looking like he doesn't care about anything as always.

"Let me take a vacation." Shi Er seemed to naturally stagger Gojo Satoru's gaze, "Stay alone for a while, don't follow."

He opened the window and turned into the rainy night alone.

"What are you pretending to do?" Gojo Goku twitched the corner of his mouth lightly, "You even forgot to fight with me for the bounty offered by the curse master, so why not pretend to care?"

After a moment, he repeated it again.

"Why are you pretending not to care?"

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Ten years ago, when Zenyuan Shier first accepted the killing task from Kong Shiyu, he was not omnipotent.

He also had a time when the tip of a knife licked blood, his whole body was covered with wounds, and he could only hide in the garbage dump.

"Where did Kong Shiyu go, you idiot?" He cursed with blood all over his body, "I'm starving to death."

The rain kept hitting his face, seeping into his wounds, it hurt, it hurt, it hurt.

It's not that if you hurt more, you won't hurt.

He just learned how to live with the pain.

The aroma of the cake wafted from the window, accompanied by the warm orange light.

Zenyuan Shier leaned on the garbage dump outside the back kitchen of the dessert shop, cursing all those who have bright homes, those who don’t need to be beaten, and those who can eat enough.

... Grass, starved to death.

The door was suddenly opened, and the girl carried the remaining cakes in the shop to the trash can.

She heard a belly rumble, saw the pale young man in the garbage dump, and saw the man blushing in embarrassment.

Shi Er pursed his lips and lowered his head without opening his mouth, waiting for this guy to throw away the cake before picking it up to fill his stomach.

As a result, the girl returned with the cake.

How unlucky, Shi Er thought, could it be that he went to call the police?

He stood up leaning against the wall, and just as he took a step, he heard the girl behind him calling.

"Wait a minute!...Well, are you hungry? Just now those cakes have expired, so I replaced them with some fresh ones."

In the dark alley that no one would care about, the Black Panther and the Aries each took a small step towards an unfamiliar territory, tentatively and cautiously, stepped into each other's space.

Shi Er was holding strawberry mousse and devouring it hungrily.

"Is it that delicious?" Sha Shu scratched his hair happily, "The cook still criticizes me...don't choke, I can still cook."

The rough chewing sound did not stop, and her initial fear gradually dissipated, and she began to feel distressed.

"Hey...don't cry."

No one knows what the strawberry mousse on that rainy night represented to Shier.

That is the taste of being cared for for the first time, the taste of being loved for the first time.

If love is so sweet, if the person who gives him the sweetness needs his love, he is willing to gather the poor soil in his heart, try to plant such seeds, and take good care of the relationship that is too extravagant.

Two people from different worlds fall in love, get married, and have children, which is unimaginable but logical.

The marriage cannot be made public, nor is it accepted by Sha Shu's family, so that's fine.

He has long been used to not being accepted by others.

Shier in the Buddhist monastery gradually forgot that he had nothing to do with extravagant relationships until his wife was lying on the hospital bed, dying.

"Sorry, I can't continue to accompany you." Sha Shu said softly, "But you have to believe it, in this world..."

She thought for a while, and tried her best to smile: "There will be many people in this world who will love you, and they... are worthy of your love."

"Hui will entrust it to you."

Amidst the baby's cries, Shi'er watched her being swallowed by the flames, and watched her ashes scattered into the river along with the snowflakes at the end of winter.

He was too aware of the methods of those curse masters, and he didn't want Shashu's ashes to be used by those dirty hands.

If you can't protect something, it's better not to keep it by your side.

So is Shashu, and so is Megumin.

His life is meaningless, he just lives on instinct like a beast, eats and drinks instinctively, and solves the desire to reproduce instinctively.

The sand tree appeared in his life as the first meaning, and then disappeared in an instant, throwing him back to the origin of nothing.

Then he will go on living like a beast.

Very simple logic.

...that's all.

On the bridge across the river on a rainy night, Shi Er flicked his cigarette butt, and the last spark popped out.

The rain has been falling continuously, dousing out the cigarette he finally lit, and now even the flame of the lighter is suppressed and he cannot lift his head.

The soot ash accumulated on the muddy floor, a small pile of ashes like ashes, which was washed away by the rain in an instant, and jumped into the Edo River.

The man stared blankly for a while, then suddenly climbed over the guardrail and jumped down.

"Hey!!!"

In the torrential rain, he seemed to hear a familiar voice calling him.

The fathers did not come home very late.

Hui lay in bed and had a strange nightmare.

In the dream was a city street he had never been to, desolate and desolate, the air was filled with the smell of blood and dust.

He was exhausted as if he had gone through a great battle, and his father stood in front of him, holding a broken three-section stick in a hostile posture.

"What's your name?" asked the father.

"...?" 16-year-old Hui said, "Fu Hei..."

"It's not Zenyuan."

Father said with a smile.

"That's great."

The tip of the three-section stick pierced his temple, and the corpse fell heavily.

Blood pools spread on the soles of the feet.

"... Shier!!"

Gojo Satoru forgot to use teleportation, and followed him directly down the cross-river bridge.

He tried his best to stretch his arms, but he couldn't reach the corner of the other party's clothes.When he fell into the river, he grabbed the man's wrist and pulled him to his side.

The turbulent river was rushing them downstream. After catching the man, Gojo Satoru calmed down a bit and led them to the shore.

Shi Er looked surprised and innocent, like a black cat that fell into the water in a mess, just let him hold his wrist like that.

"What are you doing?" Gojo Satoru asked with suppressed anger.

"...Take a shower." Shi Er replied calmly, "Otherwise you think I'm doing something."

"You..." Gojo Satoru was speechless.

Can't think about suicide for a while?They are all 30 years old.

That's right, he can swim back after throwing Tian and Tyrant into the center of the Pacific Ocean, so what can such a mere river do to him.

It's all Wujowu who cares about himself and is chaotic.

Realizing this made him even more irritable.

Shir smiled slowly.

... He had never seen a baby face so flustered.

Even if he stabbed his ribs with a knife and his head with a knife, Gojo Satoru has always been able to perform with ease.

Gojo Satoru, who panics because of him, is so cute.

On a humid rainy night, they stood by the river, closed without a lower limit, and let the rain wash away their bodies and souls.The passing lights on the bridge have nothing to do with them.

"Let's do it," Shir said.

"Hmm..." Gojo Gojo was stunned for a moment, "Huh?!"

"Let's do it." Shi'er moved closer, snorting hotly, "Didn't you always want to fuck me, now it's your wish."

The tone is as casual as an announcement of "let's have a salad this afternoon."

"Forget it", "whatever", "it doesn't matter", words like this, and the tone like this, will always come out of Shier's mouth flatly.

He sold his son casually, went to die casually, jumped into the river casually, and sold the ass of a virgin who had been lonely for 30 years.

Wujo Wu's own casualness is for the sake of easy life, so what is his casualness for?

What did Shir take him for?

An automatic massage stick that spits out money?

To be honest, Gojo Satoru also admired himself. When things got to this point, he could still hold up a forced smile and say ridiculous words of persuasion.

"Shir, calm down."

"Don't you want to?" Shi Er curled his lips, "At worst, I'll give you money."

"Do not."

"How much does Master Wutiao pay for one night?"

"Do not."

"I'll prescribe it for you personally | You took advantage of it."

"Do not."

They seduced and refused on their own, Shi Er remained calm, and the smile on Gojo Satoru's face became more and more creepy.

He's never been that angry, but he's still smiling.

"Then I'll go find someone else." Shi Er shook off his hand.

The fire letter is about to go off.

Gojo Satoru pulled up his collar and almost hit the bridge of his nose: "It doesn't matter what you do, why can't you respect yourself?"

Can't you just feel sorry for yourself?

Even if the desire to survive is not so strong, even if the person who can't forget is no longer there, then you can't see Hui... and you can't see me?

In the dark night, his eyes burst out with dazzling light, and when he was stared at so seriously, it was difficult for anyone to resist the temptation and not sink into it.

The other party's face full of emotions is close at hand, and it seems that getting closer can turn a quarrel into a forced kiss.

Shi Er looked straight into those eyes: "Isn't it just for fun, so what should you do seriously?"

He held Gojo Satoru's hand on his collar: "Besides, who are you to me, what right do you have to control me?"

"Kacha", as if something was broken.

The collar was pulled tighter and tighter, and he was almost suffocated.

Shier is waiting, waiting for a result.

Whether he has any expectations, what kind of expectations he has, he himself does not know.

The noise of the rain.

Gojo Satoru finally spoke.

——then turned his head abruptly and sneezed.

He shook his head like an angry cat, with a serious expression, and just about to say something, he turned around and sneezed.

Shir: "..."

Shi Er: "...that, the reversal technique, there is no lower limit."

Although today is a little colder than summer, and the river is a little icy cold, but the strongest in the magic world caught a cold because of falling into the water, which is too bad.

Shir couldn't help laughing.

Gojo Satoru stared: "Don't change the subject, I haven't finished yet..."

Shi'er blocked his words with an unemotional | kiss.

"Go home," he said.

"..."

"Home", this is the first time Shire called the house they lived in "home".

A passer-by regards the place where he lives temporarily as his home, and the passer-by is no longer a passer-by.

After all, Shi Er still stingily dug out a small piece of heart and kept it in his "home".

The anger that Gojo Satoru had accumulated for several days disappeared inexplicably when he uttered this word.

Well, let's go home.

he thought.

When he opened the door, there was a group of youngsters guarding the door.

Hui curled up in the porch, with tears in his eyes, and when he saw Shi Er's appearance, he rushed forward heavily.

"Hui!" Shi Er was surprised, "What happened? Dad is covered in water, change his clothes before hugging you."

Hui shook his head without saying a word, and pressed hard into his arms, big and big teardrops gushed out and fell silently, and made his clothes wet in an instant.

Shi Er had no choice but to take off the wet clothes of both father and son, and hugged the little boy with his warm chest.

Gojo Satoru was also very surprised, this was the first time he had seen a child so emotionally exposed.

"You, change your clothes, soak in hot water, dry your hair, and make ginger tea for yourself." Shi Er pointed at Wujo Wujo while holding Hui.

"I have already used the reversal technique..."

"I think it's done."

Gojo Satoru rubbed his nose, thinking they were arguing, how could Shier order him so naturally.

Although, do it obediently.

While drying his hair, Shier on the sofa had already coaxed his son.

"...No matter what, dreams are the opposite." Shi Er rubbed his hair and said, "Besides, your father is a selfish ghost, how could he commit suicide for others."

The ginger tea in Gojo Satoru's hand almost spilled out.

He's almost PTSD to the word "suicide".

Hui thought and thought, and hesitantly said "Yes".

"Okay, if you want Dad to coax you to sleep, just say so. Dad will tell you a bedtime story, okay?" Shi Er said with a smile, "Isn't tomorrow the first day of school? You have to get up early to participate in the opening ceremony."

Hui didn't want to hear those weird and bloody bedtime ghost stories, but he wanted to be with his father.

So he nodded: "Yeah."

Gojo Satoru held two cups of ginger tea in his hand, staring blankly at the father and son entering the bedroom intimately, but still didn't get a chance to talk to Shier.

He thought about it carefully, and decided to change Huihui's number note to "Son of the Fox".

When Shier came out of his son's room, it was almost dawn.

A day and two nights of heavy rain finally disappeared when Hui fell asleep.

The city seems to be immersed in the ocean, the river rushes into the sea, and the water drops float in every breath.

But when the sun rises in the morning, the water droplets on the grass blades evaporate, and when people open the windows, they will find that the weather is still hot, and it can catch up with the end of summer.

The big black panther tiptoed open the door, the bed next to Gojo Satoru was sunken, and there was an extra sound of breathing in the space.

There was a swallowing sound of "Gudu Gudu", Gojo Satoru turned his head and wanted to say not to drink cold tea, but his mouth was blocked again.

...is hot.

The ginger tea he made had already been reheated by Shi Er.

After feeding, there was a lot of lip|tongue entanglement|entanglement.

Gojo Satoru's original source of sexual desire, funny to say, was the assassination three years ago.

He was born different from ordinary people. Those A|Vs that can make ordinary people blush and heartbeat can't arouse any of his desires at all - just like humans watching two fish mating.

But it was different then.

At that time he reached the unparalleled peak, both mental and physical|physical.His sexual desire will always be connected with this, it is Fuheshier who can stimulate him to the peak of magic, and it is Fuheshir who can stimulate him to the peak of pleasure.

However, Gojo Satoru sometimes wondered, would he still be attracted to this man without the assassination?

Maybe it will.

After all, he is so sexy, charming, mature and powerful, even after staying up for a few nights and feeling drowsy, lying on the side of the bed unkempt, it seems that he is always tempting someone to kiss him.

But now Gojo Satoru is more willing to hold back his physical instincts in exchange for a word or two of truth.

It was Shir who spoke first.

"Do you like strawberries?"

"It has nothing to do with preferences, it's just a habit." Wujo Satoru said.

But then he thought about Shire and Strawberry.

At the Chanyuan home, the man unexpectedly bit off the strawberry on his fingertips, and his lips did not touch his hand, but left behind a sweet and sour red juice.

On a first date—if it can be called a date—they snatch a piece of strawberry mousse, and at the end one stays behind, with white roses stuck among the remains of the strawberries.

After feeding again and again, how much strawberry taste came from Shi Er's mouth.

And... the sourness when everything was reversed when the Fuheisha tree appeared.

Not just habit.It's more about preference.

Gojo Satoru likes the person connected to Strawberry Flavor.

He couldn't bear to let go of the person who stung him with the smell of strawberries.

"I like it." He corrected himself.

"Me too." Shi'er looked at the ceiling lightly, "That was the first food I ate when I was the hungriest. That taste will make me feel satisfied and warm."

"Are you thinking about her?" Gojo Satoru asked.

"Where did you know? Kong Shiyu is a traitor." Shi Er thought Lemon Meow was funny, so he said truthfully, "I thought about it just now, but I don't think about it now, and I don't think about it when I eat strawberries."

Many years have passed since Sha Shu left.

Rather than saying that she represents the taste of strawberries, it is better to say that she taught him how to like a taste and taught him what love is.

Shi Er felt that if the heart of an ordinary person was fertile soil that could naturally grow strawberry seedlings, then his heart would be filled with gravel, and it would be difficult for young strawberry seedlings to take root.

After a strawberry seedling dies, there will be no more for life.

——There is also a very small possibility that after a long, long time, after many, many suns and rains, a sprout emerges from the gravel.

He should cherish that bud.

Shi Er's expression was very calm, Gojo Gojo stared at him for a while, and temporarily believed this sentence.

He asked the question almost cautiously: "Why did Nasher die for her?"

"?" Shi Er was confused, "When am I going to die?"

"The bridge across the river."

"...Didn't you say it, it's for taking a shower."

Gojo Satoru gave him a look of extreme disbelief.

Shi Er sighed, and had no choice but to say, "I just saw something falling, and I wanted to pick it up. There is no danger in jumping into the river..."

"What is it?" Wujo Satoru displayed the inquisitive spirit of Maomao.

"The lighter." Shi'er pursed his lips tightly, "It won't light anyway, so throw it away if you lose it."

"I'll give you a new one tomorrow." Gojo Satoru rolled over and sat up, "What about the time before that? Three years ago at the Panxing Sect."

He could see that in that duel, before he launched the imaginary "Chi", Shi'er had already realized the danger and had every chance to slip away.

But Shier faced "Che" directly, and finally "died" under the strongest spell.

Apart from his desire to die, he couldn't figure out why this fast guy didn't run or hide.

"It hurts me so much, you dare to mention it..." Shi Er rubbed his face viciously, "I was absolutely out of my mind at that time."

"?"

"You think I'm for Shashu or someone else?" Shi Er laughed at himself, "On the contrary, I'm for 'you'..."

He quickly changed his words, "To die for myself."

"???" Gojo Satoru was shocked, "Please explain clearly to me."

"No." Shi'er buried his face in the pillow, "I'm dozing off."

"Ten thousand yen."

"Sleep."

"fifty thousand!"

"..."

"One billion!!"

"Huh." Already fast asleep.

Wu Miaomiao was full of question marks, desperately wanting to know the answer.He used all kinds of methods to toss on the man, money, power|sex|seduction, but he didn't wake up the man who was pretending to be asleep.

...Forget it, there will be a long time to come, and one day I will be able to dig out this secret.