Dating game NPC just wants to break off the marriage

When he was indoors, Gojo Satoru didn't wear the white bandage, and the dark sunglasses slipped slightly along the bridge of his tall nose, revealing a corner of the blue sky, with a clear smile inside.

Seeing Shenjian Liuyi remained silent, he dragged his voice again and asked lazily: "Are you giving it all to me?"

Although he didn't quite understand why he was so obsessed with asking for a reply, Shen Jian Liuyi still said helplessly: "That's right, these are all yours, Mr. Wujo."

Gojo Satoru then asked: "Did Liu Yijiang make it herself?"

"Yes, I borrowed the kitchen from Mrs. Hezi." Shen Jian Liuyi's tone was still gentle, and she didn't feel impatient because of Gojo Wu's pursuit, "Because it was my own whim, and the existing raw materials are not very complete. , the taste may be a little different from those sold on the market, please don't mind."

Gojo Satoru couldn't help laughing out loud. After laughing for a long time, he restrained himself a little from Fukami Liuyi's puzzled gaze, but there was still a smile in his voice: "How could you mind... It's better to say, It was more than I expected, it was a surprise.”

"Then, let me ask one last question." After a pause for a few seconds, Gojo Satoru took a step forward, leaned over and looked at Fukami Ryuki, "Ryuki-chan, did these snacks also give to other people?"

Why does the strongest conjurer insist on fussing over every detail?Fukami Ryuyi finds it a bit funny, this situation is like a cat protecting food, capricious and childish.

She bent her lips and made a rare joke: "I have asked so many times, what are you worried about, no one will grab you for it--a snack with double sugar, except for Mr. Wutiao, No one else has such strong taste buds, can you eat it without changing your face?"

Gojo Satoru was not ashamed but proud, and after getting a satisfactory answer, he snapped his fingers smartly and said with high spirits: "Isn't this better, in that case, all the dim sum will be mine alone. Although I'm not a person who likes to eat alone, but sure enough, I don't want to share anything special at all."

The tall, long-legged white-haired man finally got out of the way contentedly, allowing Fukami Ryuki to enter the room, took the tray from her hand, put it on the table in the middle of the room, and then forced her to sit cross-legged together.

"Hmm, the taste is superb!" Gojo Satoru didn't know how to write the word polite, and he wiped out the few pieces of Daifuku on the plate in the blink of an eye. He would choke on himself with this voracious eating.

"It doesn't matter if you slow down, Mr. Gojo?" Fukami Ryuki didn't know why, but when he realized it, his hands were already brewing tea automatically on the tea set beside him.In the previous bridal courses, tea art was also a compulsory course, so she was quite proficient, and the curious white cat was firmly attracted by her smooth and smooth technique.

As the head of the Wujo Patriarch of the Three Royal Family, it is not that Wujo Wu has never seen the so-called tea ceremony kung fu practiced by the servants at home, but he does not like this set of cumbersome etiquette from the bottom of his heart. He eats junk food everywhere, but this person in front of him is the only one who can completely catch his attention no matter what he does.

Let Gojo Satoru see no one else except her.

... The fingers holding the teacup are beautiful, the profile of the concentrated and serious face is beautiful, and every strand of hair is beautiful.Gojo Satoru leaned on his chin with one hand and stared at her intently. This man cleverly restrained the aggression in his eyes, so Fukami Ryui didn't notice this gaze much.

"Excessive intake of sugar will make you greasy. Although I know you are a big sweetie, for the sake of your health, let's drink a cup of bitter tea to relieve the greasy."

Fukami Ryuki lowered her head, while softly persuading, she gently poured boiling hot water into the teapot. Because of loose hair, when she bowed her head like this, the grayish-purple hair that reached her waist became restless. It slipped from her shoulders, and in order to prevent the strands of hair from falling into the tea, she quickly brushed all her long hair to one side with her backhand.

Without the cover of the hair, looking at it from Gojo Satoru's angle, he could just have a panoramic view of the exposed snow-white neck and the hickey mark that has not completely faded yet.

The blue pupils shrank slightly.

Fukami Liuyi was lowering her head, busy with the things in her hands, suddenly, but felt a warm touch on the back of her neck.Her skin was cold, and she shrank her neck reflexively after being so stimulated.

Raising her head in astonishment, she realized that Gojo Satoru had leaned over half of her body at some point, maintaining an unusually awkward hanging posture, with one hand resting on the back of her neck.

No, this description is not accurate. This action is more like pinching the back of her neck, just like... Humans do the same when restraining cats, gently pinching the soft flesh at the back of the neck.

"Mr. Gojo, you—" Fukami Ryuki turned sideways uncomfortably, trying to shake off his hand.

Before she could question her, Gojo Satoru interrupted her and asked a strange question abruptly: "How do you feel?"

Feel?

Seeing Liu Yi froze for a moment, just such a few seconds of error, Gojo Satoru squeezed an inch again.The nape of her neck is a particularly sensitive part of her, but now it is occupied by a temperature that does not belong to her. Fukami Ryuki pursed her lips and tried to avoid it, but Gojo Satoru saw through her intention immediately. The strongest conjurer thought Dealing with her is a hundred times easier than exorcising the curse spirit.

So, as a matter of course, Gojo Satoru was unmoved at all, and even moved closer, the corner of his eye faintly slid across the blooming red plum, and his fingers lightly covered it, and asked again: "Will it hurt?" , do you still feel itchy?"

Seeing that Liu Yi couldn't help but struggle, he said angrily: "In terms of feeling, I very much hope that Mr. Gojo's hands can be tied up now."

"Okay, if it's you, you can do whatever you want to me." Unexpectedly, Gojo Satoru agreed without hesitation, with an expectant expression on his face, "But it's a pity that I didn't bring a rope when I came out this time." .”

After confirming that those hickey marks would not make Fukami Ryui feel pain, and that they would disappear in about a day or two, Gojo Satoshi withdrew his hands without a trace, and then put them in front of her in a serious manner, with a look The appearance of giving up resistance, as if he really wanted to urge Fukami Ryui to tie himself up.

Seeing the heat on Liu Yi's face, she actually didn't understand why there was a hint of embarrassment in her heart, and she glared at the person in front of her: "Mr. Wujo, don't joke, what normal person would bring such a thing on vacation? !"

"That's right, so Liu Yi's wish to tie me up has come to naught, what a pity—"

"Please don't misinterpret my meaning! Besides, why do you feel pity? For the strongest, isn't it a shame to be treated like this by others?"

Gojo Satoru didn't show any embarrassment on his face, and he replied naturally: "So, Liu Yichan is surprisingly innocent in this kind of place. For a man, it is definitely not a shame to be treated like this by someone he likes."

The overly beautiful young man tilted his head, looked at the girl who was obviously stunned with a smile, and said in a sigh-like tone: "This is purposeful connivance."

"..."

Fukami Liuyi's hand holding the tea cup trembled slightly, almost spilling the hot tea, her eyes widened unconsciously.

After coming to the high school, Wujo Wu never concealed his closeness to her, and his words were always out of tune. She could faintly feel the meaning behind this series of special treatment, but Wujo Wu really did. In her impression, this should be the first time that she said the word "like".

Without any foreshadowing, and without the slightest omen, he just said it so normally, like talking about the weather.

If Gojo Satoru was serious and serious, Fukami Liuyi might have to think about how to respond, but now, this person seemed to say it casually, and obviously didn't expect her to answer, so she didn't know what to do.

Without giving her a chance to regain consciousness, Gojo Satoru suddenly slammed his palm, and his whole body became excited: "Thinking about it, since there is no rope, you can use a belt instead, right?"

Shen Jian Liuyi: "What, what?"

In the next second, Gojo Satoru excitedly began to pull the belt tied on his clothes. He was tied loosely at first, but after being pulled like this, most of it immediately fell apart, and the wide neckline of the yukata was opened. After one glance, he immediately felt as if he had been scalded, smashing the teacup onto the table, and backed away in shock.

"Mr. Gojo!" She couldn't help but raise her voice.

Gojo Satoru didn't think it was messed up enough, so he tilted his head deliberately pretending to be innocent, and asked, "What's the matter, this is fulfilling your wish, Liu Yi."

This, this person... A well-educated girl wouldn't say those cursing words, she just covered her face, rolled up the hem of her yukata, turned around and ran, but with Gojo Satoru's excellent eyesight, she didn't miss her crimson earlobes .

After seeing Ryuki's footsteps disappearing outside the corridor, Gojo Satoru couldn't help laughing: "Ah, bad, I've teased too much..."

Even though he said so, there was no trace of regret on his face, and the blue eyes were full of extremely vile pleasure.

This kind of youthful reaction is simply too cute.But with such a thin skin, what should I do in the future?

The really mean-spirited adult pretended to be for Fukami Ryui's sake: "Sure enough, I should get used to it sooner?"

Get used to his intimacy, get used to his love, and even everything about him.

The white-haired conjurer took Fukami Ryuki's boiled tea and poured a cup for himself. Regardless of the order of tea tasting, he poured a cup into his mouth directly. The bitter taste of the tea leaves rushed from the tip of his tongue. I don't like the taste, but when I think about who made the tea, the bitterness seems to be bearable.

"Liu Yijiang, did you secretly add sugar to it...?" Gojo Satoru guessed wildly, with a brisk smile on the corners of his eyes and brows, "But, this sweetness is not enough."

Whether it's Dafu or tea, it's far inferior to her own, it's so sweet...you can't even bear to swallow it.