The strongest scum after me

Bad is bad, but Gojo Satoru is not a man with poor bedding, at least he won't do things like drop the girl and fall asleep instantly after finishing the work.

Shimizu Sakura was hugged by his waist and held in his arms, and he held a strand of pale golden hair that reached her waist, playing with it one after another, never getting tired of it, the soft hair slipped lightly from her fingers, as if she couldn't hold it Live the golden quicksand.

She was a little sleepy, so she closed her eyes.

Gojo Satoru at this time is always very gentle and talkative, even if she ignores him and sleeps alone, he will not be angry.

Drowsiness welled up, and she quickly fell asleep.

That night, Shimizu Sakura had a dream.

She dreamed of a lush row of white dove trees.

It is early autumn, and the heat has dissipated a lot. The sound of chilling cicadas and the evening wind blow away the only trace of heat left.

In the dream, she was still a child, laughing and running under the pigeon tree, and the boy who followed behind looked slightly older than her, and asked her to "slow down" gently and helplessly.

She acted like a baby to him, but climbed to the tallest pigeon tree in an instant.

She stood on the branch of the pigeon tree, looking at the end of the horizon in the distance, and stared blankly at the orange-red sunset sinking into the horizon little by little in the gorgeous fire clouds.

The sky is located at the borderline between day and darkness, as if it was painted with colorful colors by a wild painter with a random brush. The mysterious deep purple and the light pink smeared by the soft mist are mixed together, which is as beautiful as a fantasy.

"It's 'Akane'." The little Shimizu Sakura looked at the sky and couldn't help sighing. She lowered her head excitedly to greet the boy below, "Jie! Come and see! It's 'Akane'! It's so beautiful! "

[Note: "Akane" (あかねぞら), a very beautiful word in Japanese, means the sky that is dyed orange-red by the sunset in autumn.Shimizu Sakura's eyes are this color. 】

He raised his head, looked into her Qian Kong-colored eyes that seemed to have been smudged layer by layer, and smiled at her: "Yes, very beautiful."

"Sakura, come down, we should go home."

She heard his call and responded, but perhaps she had maintained the same posture for too long, and just as she started, she felt a sudden numbness in her legs, she lost her balance and fell directly from the tree.

Shimizu Sakura closed her eyes tightly in fear, but in the next second, she felt herself falling into a warm embrace.

"Don't climb so high next time, it's dangerous."

The boy put her down, exhorting her worriedly, with a little seriousness in his gentleness.

In the dream, she threw herself into his arms indifferently: "It's okay! I know Jie will definitely catch me!"

She woke up from the dream.

……

Waking up from the unimaginable dream, Shimizu Sakura immediately fell into an extremely embarrassing and shameful mood, followed by doubts and bewilderment.

How could she dream of Xia Youjie?

And obviously, it's not the juvenile version of DK Jie, but the juvenile Jie.

In the dream, he was about eight or nine years old, and he had a close relationship with her. If the phrase "go home together" is not misunderstood, they seemed to be very close in the dream.

But this is impossible.

It was Wujo Wu who grew up with her. She was adopted by the Wujo family when she was eight years old, and has been living with him in the Wujo family since then. How could it be possible to know Xia Youjie when she was eight or nine years old?

Although she also understands that dreams have always been so bizarre and illogical, many people will dream of all kinds of strange things that even they can't explain, so don't get too entangled in this.

It's just that this dream is... so real.

So real that even the texture of the leaves of the pigeon tree is clearly visible.

【... Forget it, it might just be a too real dream. 】

Shimizu Sakura thought.

The quartz clock hanging on the wall pointed at three o'clock in the morning. She was a little thirsty, so she got up to drink water, but her waist was so weak that she realized that Gojo Satoru, who had been sleeping beside her, had disappeared.

...Have you already left?

A faint sense of loss welled up in her heart.

There was a lot of moonlight outside the white curtains, and through the floor-to-ceiling windows, she could vaguely hear voices from the balcony, Gojo Satoru seemed to be on the phone.

It's so late, who is he talking to?

Shimizu Sakura couldn't hear clearly, not to mention that her good upbringing made her unwilling to eavesdrop on other people's calls. She returned to the bed, and just about to lie down, she heard his voice suddenly louder, as if being overwhelmed by the person opposite The words were so exasperated, laced with cold anger, that she could hear his every word clearly.

"...It's better for those rotten oranges to give up and play less tricks. I said I can't marry Shimizu Sakura, right?"

"Reason? There is no reason, impossible is impossible."

She couldn't hear the rest of the words, because just hearing these two decisive words, her brain was already blank and buzzing.

It is already a known fact, why do you have to let her hear him say it over and over again, and let her review it soberly over and over again?

It would be nice if you didn't wake up.

If you haven't heard these words... just fine.

She thought blankly, her hands and feet were cold.

I don't know how long it took, the person on the window sill ended the call, walked in, and he was slightly startled: "Why haven't you slept yet?"

"I'm a little thirsty, so I got up and poured a glass of water."

she whispered.

Shimizu Sakura is sitting on the bed with the quilt in her arms, her long light golden hair is scattered on her collarbones and shoulders, and her white nightgown makes her look very weak and petite—in fact, in Japan, Shimizu Sakura’s height of 1.6 meters is among the most ordinary girls Definitely not petite, he could even be called tall—but Gojo Satoru is 190+ tall, and in his eyes, Shimizu Sakura, who is 168, is indeed petite.

The look of holding the quilt blankly is also very cute.

The anger caused by the call just now dissipated unknowingly, and his eyes slightly softened when he looked at her: "There is still training tomorrow, so go to bed early."

He hugged her into his arms, intending to lie down and rest like before, but he was gently pressed against his chest with his hands, pulling the distance between them.

Gojo Satoru was slightly taken aback: "...what's wrong?"

Shimizu Sakura was still half-embraced by him, her expression was still quiet and soft, she just looked at him and whispered: "Why is Wu still here?"

This question is very strange.

Nights like this before... They always slept together.

She should have gotten used to it.

He raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "Shouldn't I be here?"

Shimizu Sakura didn't answer him directly, but said in a low voice: "If there's nothing else to do, Go-kun should leave. If someone else finds out that you're not in your room tomorrow morning, it's not easy to explain."

It seems to be a reasonable approach, and it is in line with Shimizu Sakura's consistent style of thinking about him.

But he heard the rejection in the words, the person who was still relying on his arms to fall asleep just now would suddenly push him away?

This is clearly a euphemistic expulsion order.

And what did she call him just now?

"Wu Jun"?

The addition of honorifics is really a fresh rhetoric.

She had never called him so distantly before.

he thinks.

Although I don't know why the girl who has always been well-behaved and sensible will suddenly be awkward - but if she thinks that he will coax her or find out the reason for her awkwardness - then she is too naive.

Though thinking like this... But for some reason, the anger that calmed down because of her just now seemed to show signs of resurgence.

I was irritable in my heart, and of course I couldn’t make others happy—Gojo Satoru casually put his coat on his shoulders, and before leaving, he raised the corner of his mouth to her: “You’re right. After all, with our relationship, we only need to do it.” "Business" is enough—there's really no need to sleep together when it's over."

He left the room, and Night Breeze closed the door for him.