The strongest he will never OOC

Day to day rarely thinks about anything. He didn't need to think in the curse spirit period, and he could solve all the troubles he encountered at that time by relying on force. But when he truly became a human being, he had to learn to use thinking to solve problems.

For example, in the matter of kissing, Hiro once again lamented that human beings are a great race, and this kind of intimate behavior that makes one's scalp tingle is just a one-time attempt.Since the last time he and Gojo Satoru confirmed their relationship in kisses, Hiroshi has been thinking about how to frequently get Gojo Satoru's kisses, and transform the kisses into a closer relationship - just like the one drawn in the manga that Panda gave him. like that.

Zhou has tried many times recently, learning the morning kiss and the kiss before going to bed in TV dramas, but Gojo Satoru brutally pushes him away every time he tries to succeed, and only rubs him symbolically at the corner of his lips to dismiss him, Once he resists, he is expertly quilted into a caterpillar.

But what Hiru wanted was the in-depth relationship last time, so he was very dissatisfied with Gojo Satoru's perfunctory behavior.

He knew that he had to create a beautiful opportunity to eliminate men's resistance to intimate touch.

He even took advantage of Wutiao Wu's business trip to do a task and sneaked into the high school, asking the emotional counselor Panda for a solution.

Although this fluffy emotional counselor has no practical experience, he has read countless films and has rich theoretical experience. He opened the bottom of the bed to reveal stacks of pure love books.

""Succubus's Love Magic", "Innocent Dizziness Heartbeat", "Fishing System Heartbeat Secret 321"——" Panda dug out three books, ignoring the overly revealing cover, and said sincerely, "Day, you As long as you familiarize yourself with these three classics of pure love fighters, you can also win ten Gojo Satoru, please don't work carelessly!"

Zhou happily patted his good brother on the shoulder, and before leaving, the panda reminded cowardly, "Don't be seen by Wujo Wu! Don't let him know that I lent you these books! I'm going to die miserably in Zhou's class!"

Hiru nodded very seriously, his eyes were shining when he read the comic book.

Gojo Satoru was going back to Tokyo from Kyoto the next day. He spent the whole afternoon studying manga knowledge, but his literacy age ranged from six to eight years old. After he became a curse spirit, Gojo Satoru forced him to learn for a while. It is a semi-literate state, and the reading speed is very slow.

Zhou read it all afternoon and didn't finish reading it. For dinner, he ate eel rice delivered by Wutiaowugekong.com. Seems to be still at war.

Wujo Satoru's breathing was not disturbed at all, and while removing the curse, let Zhou eat well and he will be back soon.

At this time, Hiroshi was attracted by the delicious grilled eel in honey sauce, and didn't realize what Gojo Satoru said, so he hung up the phone after a few hums.

After eating and drinking in the afternoon, he realized that he still had the last manga to read, but the TV show he was obsessed with recently started. The boy thought, anyway, before Gojo Satoru left, he said that he would not be back until noon tomorrow, and when he took a bath at night It's okay to look again.

The wonderful TV program made this young man who had little contact with the world completely forget the time. When he finished watching "Spicy Teacher's After-Class Teaching Rules" and then secretly switched the TV back to the children's mode, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

Zhou hurriedly took the manga into the bathroom, preparing to study while soaking in the bath, so as to save time.

But daylight, who had just transformed into a human, didn't realize that the most likely thing to cause after eating and drinking was sleepiness.The warm jacuzzi quickly made him unconscious, and the words in the comics crawled around like ants, and soon hypnotized the dazed teenager into sleep.

Gojo Satoru was originally on a business trip for two days, but considering that there was still a kid waiting at home, he solved the troubles in Kyoto with great efficiency, and took the last bus back to the apartment.

When he entered the door, the man was carrying a bag of Uji Matcha Shengqiao, which is very famous in Kyoto recently, waiting for the little ghost to greet him like sparks hitting the earth.

When he changed his shoes, put down his keys and took off his blindfold, there was no movement in the room.

It's not that he didn't notice that Hiro tried every means to kiss him recently, but Hiro always picked a time when he was easy to get angry, and Gojo Satoru had to refuse.

Could it be that he was having a fight?The white-haired man raised his eyebrows.

There is no one in the living room, no one in the kitchen, no one in the game room, and no one in the bedroom, but the TV screen is still on, and I am smart enough to know that after watching 18. Banning TV dramas, I turned back the children’s mode, and at the same time, I am too stupid to know about smart TVs On-demand has a history.

Gojo Satoru glanced at it, deleted the history record for him, and knocked on the bathroom door again.

There was a warm yellow halo from the crack of the door, and the day was silent inside.

Are you really mad?

The white-haired man raised his eyebrows slightly, then knocked on the door again, "Day?"

"I'll bring you something delicious."

"If you don't come out again, I'll eat it up."

"Hey, brat, I'm coming in without talking."

"..." He was answered in silence.

The man's not-so-abundant patience was exhausted little by little, he twisted the doorknob and found it unlocked, and pushed open the bathroom door.

The first thing that caught his eyes was the sleeping figure lying in the fish tank during the day, and he breathed a sigh of relief. This guy didn't fall asleep once or twice in the bath.

Immediately afterwards, a book with a bright pink cover on the absorbent carpet attracted the man's attention. The illustration on the cover was the type that would be mosaiced on the Internet. The title of the book was "The Love Magic of Succubus".

Wujo Satoru flipped through the pages expressionlessly, the unsightly pictures and the lines of um, huh, huh, huh, pierced his temple like needles, and the man who faced the problem of teenage sexual exploration again suddenly had a headache.

Although he has read many such books at Zhou's age, reading by himself and reading with his lover are two completely different mentalities.

He put away the manga and looked at the sleeping face of the daytime. The boy's cheeks were still blushing, and he was lying peacefully in the water where the bubbles were about to dissipate.Gojo Satoru frowned suddenly, feeling something was wrong, he stretched out his hand to touch the bathtub, the water was completely cold.

He touched Zhou's forehead again, and found that the blush was not from taking a bath at all, this guy's head was scorching hot.

Wrapping the person up in a bath towel and putting them in the quilt, Gojo Satoru clicked his tongue in frustration, forgetting that Hiroshi no longer had the physique of a curse spirit, and a human being who has just been ill for a long time will get a fever if he sleeps in cold water for a long time.

The man quickly took out his mobile phone, found Wutiao's family doctor who he hadn't contacted so far from a corner, and sent the address to him.

The doctor arrived very flattered, and being a family doctor in a magic family whose physique is comparable to that of Tarzan the Ape, is as leisurely as a white-collar worker who does not go to work. Major injuries will be dealt with by professionals in the magic world, and those with minor injuries will be treated. I don't care at all, let alone a cold or fever.

After a checkup in the daytime, the doctor told Patriarch Wutiao that it was wind-cold fever, and he prescribed two medicines to take and sleep for a while and he would be fine.

During the day, the man pinched his throat, and stuffed the medicine into it in a gentle way. The whole night's dream was hot, and he was pressed by something, and he couldn't move.

The boy slept until noon the next day, and when he woke up, he was alone in the bed.Dayi was so dizzy that he didn't realize what was wrong, he frowned and recalled how he ran from the bathtub to the bed last night.

His eyes scanned the room, and there were three comic books neatly placed on the bedside table.

Zhou's heart skipped a beat suddenly, at this time the bedroom door clicked, and a man in a thin sweater walked in, holding a cup of hot milk in his hand, staring at Zhou with a half-smile.

The boy suddenly covered his head with the quilt, wrapped himself into a caterpillar, and pretended to be dead in the quilt.

"Heartbeat thump, huh?" The frivolous voice came to Zhou's ears clearly through the quilt, and his whole body burned even worse, subconsciously grasping the quilt tightly.

In the next second, Hiroshi's body suddenly flew into the air, Gojo Satoru pulled the quilt and ruthlessly shook the guy out.

The young man crouched on the head of the bed with his face flushed, and buried his head in his knees like an ostrich.

Gojo Satoru almost laughed angrily at this guy, pinched his mandible, raised his head and looked at himself.

"..."

Day slightly widened his eyes.

A soft kiss fell on the corner of his lips, and went deep along the crack of his lips.

This kiss lasted for a long time, the young man was kissed so much that his eyes were full of moisture, and the bed sheet was about to be scratched, before Gojo Satoru let him go, flicking his fingertips between his eyebrows.

"Drink." The cup was stuffed into the palm of his hand, his head was still mushy from the fever just now, and he drank all the milk very obediently.

When Wujo Wujo collected the cup and left, the corner of his clothes was suddenly grabbed by this guy.

The black-haired boy stared at the man with bright eyes, "Wu, that one just now, please do it again!"

Gojo Satoru and Hiruru looked at each other for a second, then turned their heads, "...let's talk about it next time."

The bathroom door slammed shut, and soon there was the sound of running water.

Zhou looked at the cup on the bedside table in a daze, and sighed regretfully.