After being scummed by four men

The two kissed tenderly like two little birds standing on a tree branch combing each other's feathers...

Weird.

It is unknown who licked each other's lips lightly first, and then the two of them went crazy, young and vigorous, and almost fired.

The sun that was already approaching noon scorched the earth, and the coolness in the morning gradually faded, replaced by a gradually rising temperature, and even the indoor air inevitably became hotter.

The two were panting lightly, their sweaty foreheads pressed against each other intimately, both of them lowered their eyes, their light golden eyelashes and snow-white eyelashes trembling slightly, like two birds shaking their feathers.

He Zecheng felt that he had turned into a puddle of water, being stirred up into irresistible ripples, and those circles of ripples seemed to be swaying into his heart, hitting his atrium one after another.

"Empathy."

Xia Youjie's reminder suddenly appeared in his mind.

He Zecheng tried his best to cheer up, trying to push Gojo Satoru away, but was suddenly hugged, and then he felt Gojo Satoru buried in his neck and took a deep breath.

He Zecheng was so stimulated by the passing air that his body trembled, and his toes almost curled up uncontrollably.

Gojo Satoru raised his head from his neck, moist dark color accumulated in his bright blue eyes, Gojo Satoru looked down at him, the dark color in his eyes almost dripped onto He Zecheng's skin.

He Zecheng felt weak from his aggressive eyes, and reminded Wujo Wu with a trembling voice: "Brother Wu."

"This is the last time."

Gojo Goku pursed his lips, and then he didn't have the intention to continue to do it: "Well, I see."

Gojo Satoru didn't know why, but a sense of loss hit him like a dam collapsed.

But he also said at the beginning that it was just treatment, no matter whether it was Cheng or Jie, he said so.

Especially now that He Zecheng has lost the deep love he most wanted to feel, what he should feel is boredom.

But why did he feel so lost?

So, unwilling.

The magpie has a nest, and the dove lives in it.The magpie has a nest, and the dove has a nest.The magpie has a nest, and the dove is full of it.

Magpies build a nest, and doves come to live in it.The magpie builds its nest, and the dove occupies it.Magpies build a nest, and doves fill it.

The warm and unowned nest attracts the dove to live in, but when the dove wants to leave, it realizes that it has been bound by the nest.

Gojo Satoru walked in He Zecheng's mud, and every step he took, countless muddy tentacles slipped down his calves, like countless devil's hands waving and tearing him.

"Fallen." The devils laughed.

"Fall for him," the demons whispered maliciously in his ear.

"Take back your gift from the barren good man and give it to the rich villain."

"The more you call, the less you call."

It's almost mid-July, and the first semester of the first year of college is coming to an end. Students can choose to go home or stay in school.

Gojo Satoru will definitely stay in school, he doesn't like the Gojo family.

Xia Youjie was going to come back after going back to have a look, so he was considered staying in school.

Only He Zecheng, because of Grandpa Huzhang and Youren, who he watched and grew up with, must go back to Sendai for the summer vacation.

From mid-May to mid-July, for nearly two months, Gojo Satoru didn't know how he survived.

On the station platform, he stared at He Zecheng's red and soft tongue as he licked the strawberry-colored ice cream, and instantly lost interest in the ice cream in his hand.

"I really want to kiss you."

Wujo Satoru scratched his head irritably because he couldn't understand it, and scratched the white hair that was already messy.

He Zecheng noticed his irritability, he seemed to have misunderstood, and said embarrassingly:

"If brother Wu feels hot, go back. In fact, I don't need to be sent."

Gojo Satoru, on the other hand, stared at the pinch of cream at the corner of He Zecheng's mouth, thinking wildly, thinking of having tossed with him in his dreams for the past two months, but had to restrain himself when he was actually face to face, more and more irritability hit him Gojo Satoru's rationality forced him to act impulsively.

Gojo Satoru casually threw away the ice cream that had begun to melt in his hand, and then walked back under He Zecheng's confused gaze.

Gojo Satoru stretched out his fingers and wiped off the cream.That point of white hangs very clearly on Gojo Satoru's fingertips, against the slight pink on the fingertips, it looks extremely charming.

Gojo Satoru, under He Zecheng's dazed gaze, put his finger near his mouth, stuck out the tip of his tongue, licked it lightly, and swept away the bit of cream, and doing such a rather erotic thing, that The pair of blue eyes stared at him very coldly, like the gaze of a god.

He Zecheng blushed for a moment because of the strong contrast, and his heart beat.

"Empathy." He Zecheng told himself, this is "empathy".

But Gojo Satoru and Ryoso, He Zecheng can actually clearly distinguish the difference between them.

The "divine nature" of Wujo Wu and the "demonic nature" of Suso are completely different.

But He Zecheng resisted himself to find out these things, he avoided the fact that he betrayed the dead Junko, and escaped the guilt that came from it.

Deliberately turning a blind eye to Wujo's unknowing desire.

It is often said that time heals all things.

Makoto He Ze thought that the indifference during this period would make Gojo Satoru forget all this, but he didn't expect that things seemed to intensify on the contrary.

Gojo Satoru is standing in front of him now, his delicate face is full of indifference, which is the most authentic gesture of his six eyes.

He stayed where he was, motionless, and stared at He Zecheng with this extremely indifferent expression for a moment, as if he wanted to enter his heart. At this time, the body became the biggest obstacle between them.

He Zecheng turned his head away in panic, not looking at him.

He Zecheng went straight back to the knotweed house instead of his own.

As soon as he entered the door, he was warmly welcomed by Youren Zaizai:

"Nissan!"

He Zecheng knelt down to stick with Youren Zaizai, and Grandpa Knotweed smiled and asked him how he was doing recently.

He Zecheng briefly talked about school life, skipping the withdrawal reaction and did not mention it. Grandpa Hu Zhang was afraid of encountering his sadness, so he did not mention it.

Youren couldn't stay still, so he pulled He Zecheng to flee, but He Zecheng had no choice but to hug him and walk out.

"Don't indulge Youren too much!" Grandpa Hu Zhang shouted from behind.

"Got it, Grandpa!"

In the alley, Gojo Satoru sat on a mountain of people, pushing his sunglasses expressionlessly.

He just killed a group of idiots who came to hunt down He Zecheng.

Although the teacher said that Cheng already has the level of a first-class conjurer, so he doesn't have to worry about chasing and killing him, Gojo Satoru still came to protect him.

"Rotten oranges." Gojo Satoru stepped on the back of the hand of a dying high-level lackey with disdain.

The so-called benevolent people who protect ordinary people are unwilling to even try to save innocent people. Their poor consciences and barren virtues are the high-level people in the magic world.

He pushed his sunglasses, and suddenly noticed a little orange cat looking at him timidly by the trash can. The moist and timid eyes reminded him of He Zecheng.

So he went over and picked it up in one hand.

He Zecheng was shopping with Yuren Zaizai in his arms, when he received a call from Gojo Satoru.

"Hello? Brother Wu?" He Zecheng put You Ren Zai Zai down and led him, and then Your Ren Zai Zai started jumping around non-stop, He Ze Cheng almost couldn't hold him.

Gojo Satoru held his mobile phone in his right hand and stood quietly in the crowd.

The flow of people was bustling, swimming past him in groups like fish without any stop.

Wujo Satoru felt as if he had fallen into a deep sea, no one approached him, no one knew about him, only passing, missing, leaving, repeating, curse-like cycle.

Gojo Satoru felt the dark sea water surging up in his consciousness, and called out to him, "Sincerity."

"Is there something wrong, Brother Wu?" He Zecheng asked, while trying to grab Youren's cub with his hands.

Why is a two-year-old child so strong.He Zecheng was distressed, and He Zecheng was confused.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a few "meows" from Gojo Wu's end.

Eh?Brother Wu has a cat?

"Where are you?" Wujo Wu's clear voice came from the phone, as well as his gentle breathing.

"On the street." He Zecheng said without knowing why.

"Specifically, report the address."

He Zecheng said the address.

"Don't move around, wait for me there."

He Zecheng asked in confusion, "Brother Wu, are you in Sendai City?"

Then, as soon as he finished speaking, he was patted on the shoulder.

When He Zecheng turned his head, he was surprised to find that it was really Gojo Satoru.

Brother Wu can't teleport long distances yet, it seems that he was really in Sendai just now.

The two went shopping together with a pink cat in their arms and an orange cat in their arms.

The flow of people on the street at night is still unabated, and the colorful lights emanate faintly from the shops on both sides, and pounce on the passing pedestrians like smoke.

He Zecheng turned his head away from Gojo Satoru's indifferent expression, and tried hard to restrain his heartbeat.

"Empathy."

He Zecheng has always remembered this incident clearly.

But Gojo Satoru's god-like feeling made his heart beat like a drum uncontrollably.

He seems to have seen the most real side of Brother Wu.

This sense of contradiction between being so far away and so close at hand made his already empathetic heart agitated.

He Zecheng bit his lip unconsciously, but his chin was twisted by a slender white hand.

"Brother Wu?" He Zecheng didn't resist, because of the habit formed by the withdrawal reaction in the past.

He was used to Gojo Satoru's physical touch.

Wujo Satoru wore sunglasses to cover his eyes tightly, making it impossible to distinguish his emotions.

Gojo Satoru lightly pinched his face with his fingers, then leaned closer to him, with a low voice:

"Cheng, let me ask you, even if it's because of empathy, do you have any feelings for me?"

He Zecheng was stunned, he never thought Gojo Satoru would ask directly.

Because during this period of time they were still as they were at the beginning, putting on the appearance of a big brother and his little brother, even though the relationship between the two has actually changed because of the entanglement, but the two of them coincidentally did not mention it. , He Zecheng thought that this matter was over...

"You don't think this matter is over, do you?" Gojo Satoru chuckled, then scratched his nose again, "How silly."

He Zecheng felt his face burn with his movements.

"Sometimes I wonder, if I hadn't hugged you that night and you hadn't hugged me, would the situation like today not have happened."

Gojo Satoru's voice sounded very soft, as if he was imagining the situation while talking.

He Zecheng lowered his head, and his gaze stayed on Gojo Satoru's hand holding the cat, not knowing what he was running away from.

Then he listened to Wu Tiao and enlightened again: "But no matter how many times I think about it, I don't regret getting you, no matter how despicable or clumsy the method is, or even make you hate me—"

"He Zecheng, listen carefully, I must get you."

The figure of Gojo Satoru looked extraordinarily cold and sharp in the blue cold light scattered from the street shops, attacking He Zecheng's heart irresistibly.

bang... bang... bang...

He Zecheng felt his heart beating with joy at the announced attack.He didn't dodge like before, but resisted Wujo Satoru's sense of oppression, and looked straight at him.

Gojo Satoru took off his sunglasses, reached out to caress his cheek, and his suppressed voice contained a passionate desire: "I want to kiss you."

"I want to kiss you," he said again, more forcefully.

Then bowed his head and kissed it.

He Zecheng didn't refuse anymore, but trembling his lips, opened his teeth obediently, hooking his tongue like an invitation to invite him in.

"Invade me, Gojo-kun."

Gojo Satoru also felt his initiative, and his breathing became heavy. The hand holding his cheek slightly pushed him towards him, and Gojo Satoru himself kissed him back even more eagerly.

Just when the two were in a daze, kissing back and forth until they were out of breath, the cats and cats in their arms protested unanimously:

"It's so crowded, Nissan!"

"Meow meow meow!"

He Zecheng blushed and pushed Gojo Satoru away, forced himself to be calm and concerned about how Youruhito was doing and whether he was injured.

As a last resort, Wujo Wujo, who had separated from He Zecheng, turned dark, and only then did he show the frustration of a DK of his age:

"It's really annoying, you guys, I will hate cats the most in the future!"

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