I am the sick and weak sister of 5T5

The little guy is still not good at talking, his voice is sweet and waxy, and his words are unclear, but he is extremely serious and cute as hell.

That cold heart suddenly beat heavily, leaving a shallow imprint in a certain corner of my heart.

This kind of wound is nothing to him at all, he has even suffered more fatal injuries than this one, and he almost died once.

For the strongest, these are actually nothing.

He doesn't care, and no one cares much about him.

Feeling the temperature on his face, Gojo Gojo's heart suddenly softened into a puddle of water.In his 28 years of lonely life, he has never been treated like this on the tip of his heart (bushi).

There was still a moist feeling from the tongue licking on the face, and the wound suddenly felt itchy.

Gojo Satoru couldn't see his own face, so naturally he didn't know that the two small holes on his face were slowly healing, and within a few seconds, he couldn't see any scars anymore.

The little milkman held Gojo Wu's face, looked left and right to make sure that there were no traces left, then groaned, quickly backed away with the doll in his arms, and sat on the other end of the chair, separated from Gojo Wu Far away, almost turned his back on him.

Gojo Satoru: ...

With a click, he seemed to hear the sound of his heart breaking into pieces.

The little milk baby exuded the low air of "I don't want to bother with my stinky brother" all over her body, and she was not at all soft and cute when she treated him just now.

"Rin, my brother's wound still hurts—" Wujo Wujo rolled his eyes and elongated his voice pitifully, trying to attract the little guy's attention. It's best to kiss him a few more times and shout again 'Brother' is even better.

"Brother still wants to brag—"

The little milkman didn't bother to pay attention to him, curled up on the chair, hugged the puppet tightly in his arms, automatically blocked Gojo Satoru's deceptive voice, and continued with the unfinished business.

She is still having a temper tantrum with Brother Smelly.

After treating the wound for him, the younger sister continued to lose her temper...

She was so angry that she didn't want to be close to him again.

Faced with this situation for the first time in his life, Gojo Satoru suddenly found it extremely difficult, but the one in front of him was not a super-level curse spirit, but a cub.

Neither hit nor scold.

Moreover, this is the end that he made up for himself.

Thinking about how he had raised children before, it was impossible that he couldn't even handle a cub.

"Hey——" Gojo Satoru sighed, why didn't he realize that he was so disliked by children before.

"cold--?"

"Rin-chan—are you really ignoring my brother?"

"Don't you want your brother?"

Gojo Satoru looked at Rin again unwillingly, covered his face, and emphasized again: "You will lose your cute and powerful brother—"

"I'm really going to lose me—"

Hearing this, the little Naiwa finally looked up from inside the doll, and under Gojo Satoru's expectant eyes, after glancing at him, he simply turned his back to him.

Pfft, an arrow pierced Gojo Satoru's heart.

Wutiaowu: "..."

No, it can't go on like this, otherwise the little guy won't forgive him when the subway arrives.

Gojo Gojo sat next to the little milk baby, leaning over with a flattering face, "Rin, it was my brother who was wrong just now, Rin, don't get angry, okay?"

"No—okay." The little guy buried his face in the doll, and his baby voice was extremely low. Fortunately, Gojo Satoru was close enough to hear these words.

"Rin~" Gojo Satoru, who was extremely thick-skinned, put his chin on the little guy's shoulder, and pressed all his strength on her, almost crushing the little milk baby.

"Don't be angry~ don't be angry~"

The little guy exploded in an instant, his cheeks puffed up like an elastic bun, and he put his little hand on Brother Smelly's forehead, trying to push him away.

However, she didn't have much strength, not only could she not push Brother Smelly, she even made herself out of breath.

Wujo Wu took the opportunity to retaliate and took a bite. Baozi's face was fleshy and extremely elastic. He just took a bite lightly, and there were shallow teeth marks on his cheek.

The little milk baby was stunned for a moment, blinked her long and curly eyelashes, flattened her mouth, her eye sockets turned red instantly, and softly accused: "You, bad!"

"Bad!"

Before the little guy got mad, Gojo Satoru quickly admitted that he was bad, and nodded solemnly, "Yes, brother is bad, so I'll punish him to carry you home."

The little milk baby opened his eyes wide: "???"

"Otherwise, I'll have to walk home by myself—" Gojo Satoru joked, just as the speed of the train was gradually slowing down, he picked up the baby on the seat and walked to the door of the train. While waiting for the train to stop, he couldn't help but say: "That's why, Rin must thank my brother very much."

"My brother doesn't ask too much, let me take a few bites when I get back."

The little milk baby's pupils trembled, and the expression of "what peaches are you thinking about eating" appeared on the small face.

Gojo Gojo burst out laughing with joy, and the little milk baby's expression instantly turned aggrieved, and she was about to cry again. As soon as she stepped out of the train, Gojo Goto hurriedly took her to the nearest shopping mall, and rushed to close the shop. He stepped forward and walked in.

By this time, most of the shops had begun to close.

When the clerk in the toy store saw someone suddenly barging in, his face immediately became a little unhappy, but when he saw the other person's appearance, the slight unhappiness in his heart disappeared instantly, leaving only a sweet smile.

"May I ask what you need, sir?"

"Puppets half the height of a person." Wujo Wuzheng looked around, scanning all kinds of teddy bears, dolls and other things in the shop.

The clerk first glanced at the child in his arms, and immediately led him to the category of dolls suitable for babies, and took out a teddy bear doll that was half the height of a person on the shelf.

"What do you think of this teddy bear?" The clerk handed the teddy bear to Gojo Satoru, and explained with a smile: "This type of puppet is very suitable for babies to play with, and there will be no hair loss. So it's very safe for babies."

Gojo Satoru was not in a hurry to respond, he looked at the little milk boy, pointed at the teddy bear puppet in front of him, "Rin, do you want this puppet doll?"

The little baby just glanced at it, and then looked away uninterestedly. Gojo Gojo suddenly understood what she meant, and after rejecting the clerk's proposal, he picked up the little guy and looked at the other dolls.

The clerk had no choice but to follow Gojo Satoru step by step.

In the end, after a lot of choices, Little Milkman hugged a scary doll and refused to let go.

Gojo Satoru looked at the doll, which was about the same height as the little guy and looked a bit ugly and terrifying. The corner of his mouth twitched, and he couldn't help discussing with her in a low voice: "Rin, do you really want this doll? Why don't you look at the other ones?"

"Look at that corgi doll is also very cute—"

"Besides, this white bear puppet is not bad."

"Yeah!" The little milk boy glared at him angrily, and lightly punched Gojo Wu's chin with his small fist, groaning a few times, making it clear that he only wanted the one in his arms, and was about to accuse his brother of not counting what he said. .

"Okay, okay, I understand, this is the only one."

Gojo Satoru quickly surrendered, not daring to provoke his angry younger sister any more, quickly took out his bank card to pay, and walked out of the toy store with his younger sister and dolls in his arms.

At this time, it was late at night, and there were few people on the street.

Little Naiwa had a doll in each hand, and when she couldn't carry it, she instructed Gojo Satoru to hold one for her.

"Yeah!"

Taking advantage of the good atmosphere, Gojo Satoru suddenly asked again: "Rin, are you still angry with brother?"

Hearing these words, the little milk boy first looked up at him with a hint of disgust in his eyes, then yawned, tilted his head, leaned against his chest, and fell asleep after a while.

"........."

Is it too lazy to pay attention to him?

Gojo Satoru stared at the heartless little guy who was sleeping soundly in his arms. If he woke her up now, he would probably have a few more holes on his face tomorrow, right?

The worst consequence was that the little guy didn't want to lick his wound anymore.