After being scummed by four men

He Zecheng met his former lover "Koizumi Junko" at the gate of the Panxing Sect, and was inexplicably kidnapped by Junko and forced to return to his body to be resurrected.

Just as He Zecheng was going to fight him to the death because he didn't agree with Junko's persuasion, a white-haired man wearing an eyepatch suddenly fell from the sky and repelled Junko.

Junko didn't know what method she used to escape, and the white-haired man didn't know why she didn't catch up.

He just stood quietly under the fiery red maple tree and looked at He Zecheng.

"Brother Wu?" He Zecheng reminded him a little puzzled, seeing that he was not moving, he anxiously wanted to catch up.

However, Gojo Satoru took a step forward and stopped him.

"Don't go, leave him alone." Gojo Satoru whispered.

The golden dusk sprinkled on Gojo Satoru's white hair, and also shone on Gojo Satoru who stood against the light, giving his figure a vague anxiety and nostalgia just like dusk.

"But, but..." He Zecheng was confused by Gojo Goku's emotions, he hesitated subconsciously.

"No! Makoto! I don't allow you to go!" Gojo Satoru grabbed He Zecheng's hand and pressed it to his lips, saying urgently.

"Brother Wu..." He Zecheng's heart was thumping, and the mood like a jumping elf hovered in his heart.

"If you..." Gojo Satoru said something short of breath, then stopped suddenly, and then begged, "Cheng, shall we go home?"

However, because of his words, He Zecheng once again thought of his identity as a curse master, he withdrew his hand, lowered his head and turned to the side.

"Cheng?" Gojo Satoru took a step forward, raised his hand tremblingly, and tentatively supported He Zecheng's shoulder.

His movements were very light, just vainly touching He Zecheng's clothes, as if holding a fragile dream carefully.

"Brother Wu, I..." He Zecheng bit his lip lightly, then turned around abruptly, not daring to look at Gojo Wu again.

"Brother Wu, our matter is over." He Zecheng gritted his teeth and said this sentence, his nasal voice made his words sound harsh.

"So let it go."

After finishing speaking, He Zecheng suddenly set off and walked out, avoiding Gojo Satoru's trembling hand touching his back.

Makoto He Ze walked on the streets of Tokyo in a panic.

It's already autumn now, and the leaves are beginning to wither, like the thoughts of people who have no choice but to grow old with the years, swirling and falling from the treetops on both sides.

He Zecheng didn't look at the man behind him, but the man behind him attracted his footsteps like a magnet, walking slower and slower...

Finally stopped.

Then he felt Gojo Satoru slowly sticking up to him from behind, and the entanglement of suffering and sweetness flowed out from the bottom of his heart, flowing to all limbs, and finally came to an end when Gojo Satoru completely embraced him in his arms.

He Zecheng didn't speak, neither did Gojo Satoru, the two of them were silent in the crowd at dusk.

Gojo Satoru buried his face in his neck to hide his expression, while He Zecheng hid his emotions in the blurred shadow of dusk.

Both are doing their best to delude themselves, coveting what might be a farewell embrace.

Finally Gojo Satoru opened his mouth to break the silence, his nasal voice was thick, like a sad and anxious child who has done something wrong, he said anxiously:

"If I keep looking at you seriously, will I..."

Will we not have to go through all the hardships of separation later on?

"Brother Wu," He Zecheng couldn't help but grabbed Wutiao Wuhuan's hand in front of him, and whispered as if pleading, "Don't blame yourself, don't blame yourself."

He felt as if his heart was pinched by something, and the feeling of difficulty in breathing made him grab Wujo Satoru's hand even more forcefully, just like grabbing the life-saving driftwood in the torrent.

"I'm just... a blind man with six eyes!" Gojo Satoru suddenly yelled hysterically, his hot breath sprayed on the skin behind He Zecheng's ear, and the tossing and turning, painful mood disappeared all of a sudden. Passed to He Zecheng's heart.

"Brother Wu!" He Zecheng finally couldn't help turning around, holding the man's painfully drooping head.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have lost you." Gojo Satoru tremblingly grasped the hand that was attached to his cheek, rubbing it with nostalgia, the back of the hand swelled with blue veins due to excessive restraint and force.

"Don't blame yourself, please." He Zecheng coaxed this big man softly like a child over and over again, but the tears in his own eyes couldn't hold back and rolled down his cheeks.

"But I can't even let you come back to me!" Gojo Satoru roared hoarsely, then grabbed his hand and kissed him lightly.

Tears wet his eyepatch and flowed down his delicate cheeks, and because of Gojo Satoru's kissing action, He Zecheng's grasped hand was wet.

"Brother Wu..." He Zecheng gently shook his head, the tears in his eyes shone under the light of dusk, a kind of brokenness that was both warm and beautiful flowed in his eyes.

"I want you to come back, Cheng, I want you to come back." Gojo Satoru said coquettishly, his voice was sticky and coquettish, his tone was brisk, but what he said was only a kind of despair that was forever separated from the sky.

"I..." He Zecheng opened his mouth, but he could no longer utter the cruel reality. He looked at the tears on Gojo Wu's face and gently wiped them for him.

He Zecheng's brain was in a mess, and in his peripheral vision, the sky was the golden sunset glow, with light pink yarn fringing the edge of his field of vision.

For some reason, he felt that his heart was beating slower and slower, and the beating was getting lighter, and his brain was as light as floating on a cloud.

Feeling dizzy, He Zecheng gently snuggled into Gojo Satoru's arms, and said in an erratic tone:

"One day, one day, take me where no one is."

This small apartment is where the young Gojo Satoru and Kazawa Makoto often come.

The school is somewhat inconvenient for a couple who are in love, so this small apartment has become a love nest for the two.

bell...bell...bell...

On the snow-white ankle, there is a circle of golden silk rings and a circle of small golden bells, which are swaying slightly as the master is enduring the shaking, making a series of crisp sounds.

The young man with blond hair like a flower raised his slender and snowy neck, revealing the black chocker on it, leading the person behind him to lower his head and kiss the little lock on his neck.

"Wu, brother Wu..." He Zecheng's cheeks were pink, and his eyes were tactfully looking at Wujo Wu's face with white hair bristling under the blindfold.

The Gojo Satoru in this dress is not the one he is familiar with. He is more familiar with Gojo Satoru when he was young, either wearing old-fashioned small round sunglasses, or directly showing his beautiful blue eyes.

Gojo Satoru heard his call, and from his slightly parted lips, followed by the movement of him lowering his head to kiss him, the wet and hot breath rushed directly between his lips and teeth ambiguously and longingly.

He Zecheng couldn't help trembling and twitching all over his body. After crying and complaining about Wujo Wuyitong, he passed out.

After waking up, he saw that Gojo Satoru had taken off his blindfold, and was leaning on top of him, looking at him gently and teasingly with those blue eyes.

Just like he used to be like this many times when he was young.

"Brother Wu." He Zecheng's embarrassment dissipated in an instant, and his legs softly wrapped around Wujou's waist again, and at the same time put his arms around his neck, and kissed him proactively.

"Uh...uh..." He Zecheng looked at Wujo Wu with tears in his eyes, and all the words he wanted to say were shattered by Wujo Wu's lingering lips.

So tired...too much... He Zecheng's tears kept falling, but Gojo Satoru didn't give him a chance to protest and beg for mercy.

I don't know how long it has passed, but I can only guess that it is already late at night through the faint night light on the curtains.

At the beginning, the youthful and memory-filled lingering relationship between the two also faded away, and it became dangerous at some point.

He Zecheng choked with sobs and twitched all over again, but Gojo Satoru didn't intend to stop at all, instead his movements became more fierce.

The muscles on He Zecheng's beautiful and slender legs stretched into deep and shallow lines, and his waist began to avoid it unbearably, but Gojo Satoru firmly grasped it.

"Don't go, Makoto, don't go!" Gojo Satoru begged heavily while breathing heavily, while treating He Zecheng fiercely.

"Let go of me, uh... let me go..." He Zecheng said intermittently, while his brain gradually went blank, and his eyes couldn't help but roll up.

"Stay by my side, today is the same, and tomorrow will be the same!" Gojo Satoru said softly, seeing his overly happy appearance, he couldn't help but leaned down to kiss his sweaty hair.

Yes, Gojo Satoru can no longer be satisfied with one day of intimacy.

He is such a greedy person. After he has a little, he will be insatiable to possess everything.

But gods are qualified to be willful and greedy, right? An omnipotent god, so what if he is greedy for a small wish?

A day later, He Zecheng found that he couldn't go out.

When he was lingering yesterday, Gojo Satoru had tied a pair of golden anklets with bells on his ankles.

At that time, Gojo Satoru held his ankle and kissed him lightly, and said coquettishly:

"I want to see Cheng like this, I think it will, it's delicious."

So He Zecheng blushed and agreed, because he had always been obsessed with Gojo Satoru and his own legs to a certain extent, so he didn't think much about it at the time.

However, he who wanted to leave today discovered to his great surprise that these were actually a pair of magic tools.

Wearing this pair of anklets, he couldn't use any spell power.

Now He Zecheng is just an ordinary person who knows some physical skills.

He Zecheng once tried to climb over the balcony to leave, but his actions almost scared the man he saw by accident on the opposite side to the police...

Annoyed and annoyed, He Zecheng had no choice but to give up doing so.

Perhaps out of helplessness, or out of some expectation, He Zecheng didn't do anything else, just sat by the bed, quietly waiting for Gojo Satoru to return.