The strongest he will never OOC

The curse spirit was slapped onto the carpet, and Wu Wu's fingertips poked his forehead. Just like that, he couldn't get up.

"Do you know what you're talking about?" The white-haired man suppressed violently with force, flicking his fingertips on Zhou's forehead, "Next time if you do this again, I'll kill you right away."

"..."

The boy frowned as he watched the human return to his room, leaving him with a particularly indifferent back.

What, arrogant humans!

After lying down for a long time, he recovered from the frustration of not being able to beat the opponent, got up and packed up those DVDs and put them in the cabinet.

He looked out of the window boredly. This apartment is in the suburbs of Tokyo. Although the facilities are complete, the scenery outside the window is really not good. The sandy beach, devoid of even moonlight and starlight, is hidden in the smoggy exhaust gas of the city.

I really want to sleep.

Manu Ling has basically not closed his eyes in the past two days. Even though Manu Ling does not need to rely on sleep to recover his physical strength, in the long silence, Day has already adapted to the long sleep without consciousness in the water.

He now has an indescribable thirst for sea water, and he really wants to lie on the bottom of the icy cold reef...

Zhou yawned softly, and ran around the house until he found a comfortable position with satisfaction, hesitated before going to bed, and took off his clothes.

……

Gojo Satoru was woken up by the sound of splashing water.

The man got off the bed with bare feet, his whole body froze suddenly, and he raised his feet in disbelief.

His high-grade wood grain floor is full of water stains, and there is a steady stream of liquid flowing in through the cracks in the door.

A bad premonition swept through the strongest body. To be honest, he was never so nervous even when he was stabbed in the head by Fu Heisher in the high school.

Gojo Satoru pursed his lips, his blue transparent eyes pierced through the thick darkness of the house, and he walked quickly to the bathroom.

The stagnant water here is even more serious, the bathtub faucet is dripping down, the water has already overflowed the bathtub and is rolling out.

And the culprit of everything was the black-haired curse spirit who sank in the bathtub, with her eyes closed tightly and her whole body naked.He seemed to have fallen asleep inside, with his bright red lips slightly parted, bubbling small bubbles.

If he didn't know Zhou's identity, the man would almost think that this was a murder scene.

He walked over viciously, tightened the faucet, and mercilessly opened the stopper of the bathtub.

When the water fell from the top of Tian's head to below the tip of his nose, the curse spirit suddenly woke up from the dream. The fat blue crabs and oysters in the dream disappeared, and turned into a sinister smile on the white-haired man's face.

"...Good morning?" Day remembered that human society would greet people with this sentence when they woke up in the morning and met them for the first time.

"You mustard red bean porridge, it's only three o'clock in the morning." Gojo Wutiao clicked his tongue, and regretfully found that he really couldn't be angry with the innocent curse spirit in front of him.

"Wasabi red bean porridge?" Hiroshi keenly grasped the key words, "What is that?"

"..." Gojo Satoru scratched his head, and threw the clothes that Curse Spirit put aside on him, "You dress me up, and then go to the bedroom to sleep."

"No, I'm going to sleep in the water." Zhou refused, accusing by the way, "You just interrupted my dream of eating crabs."

"You enter the room for me, and I will take you to eat crabs tomorrow." Gojo Wujo stepped on the water, thinking about calling Auntie Cleaning again, and promised, "Really, don't look at me like that. "

"Okay." Tempted by the food, Mana Ling hurriedly put on his clothes, and followed Gojo Wu into the only bedroom of the bachelor apartment.

Gojo Satoru's bedroom is as simple and flamboyant as his own. The colors are only black, white and gray. It is so cold that it looks like the model room model that comes with the apartment for sale. It has a full sense of design and is also extremely poor in livability. It is the place where human beings live.

He seldom returns to this place. Gaozhuan has his special teacher’s dormitory, and there is a more luxurious real estate in the center of Tokyo than here. When he has to deal with official business, he will return to the Gojo family’s mansion.

Even the games and comics in the living room are devices that are equipped with each suite for convenience and enjoyment. If it weren't for the curse spirit in front of you, this suite might have remained vacant forever.

"Hello." Gojo Satoru took out a set of bedding from the closet, "This is a pillow, you have to put your head on it when you sleep, this is a quilt, you have to cover it to sleep..." Halfway through the sentence, he suddenly had an illusion , as if I suddenly changed from a college teacher to a kindergarten principal.

"Anyway, that's it." Wujo Satoru said while picking up his own quilt.

"Where are you going?" Hiroshi asked suspiciously.

"Go out and sleep." Wujo Wudao said, "It's a good thing you didn't wet the carpet, otherwise I can only take you out to stay in an express hotel tonight."

Ju Ling paused, "You can sleep with me, I don't mind."

"But I don't mind, brat." The white-haired man pulled a warm smirk from the corner of his mouth, "I, Gojo Satoru, have lived for more than 20 years and am still an innocent, handsome diamond single youth. If you take advantage of me, what will happen to me in the future? fall in love."

"Oh." The curse spirit sighed regretfully, a little confused about the complicated rules of human beings.

Obviously, it is said on TV that if you like someone, you should sleep with him, but the man in front of you doesn't seem to think so.

Before Gojo Satoru left, he still raised his hand and tugged at the corner of the other party's clothes, asking out his doubts.

"Then when can we sleep together?"

Gojo Satoru stretched out his fingertips and pushed away Curse Ling's fair forehead, "It's never possible, I'm not interested in men."