After being scummed by four men

It was already dark when Gojo Satoru arrived.

He Zecheng, who was sitting by the bed at that time, heard the click of the window being pushed open and sliding in the groove.

He Zecheng turned around and saw Gojo Satoru, who was not wearing a blindfold, wearing a black T-shirt and kneeling on the windowsill on one knee. Seeing him looking over, he raised the corners of his lips childishly, and gave him a wink playfully.

The night wind blew the curtains up and rattled, and the youthful man knelt on one knee on the window sill and pushed the window upwards with one hand, as if he was here to have an affair.

He Zecheng couldn't help his heart pounding, subconsciously bit his lip but was reluctant to look away.

The night behind him is dark and distant, those blue eyes are like deep lakes with dark colors dancing, the snow-white and thick eyelashes are slowly drooping, and then his gaze slowly sweeps over He Zecheng with a faint look The neck of the red mark.

Gojo Satoru stretched out the tip of his tongue and slowly swept across his lips.

He Zecheng blushed, turned his head abruptly, bent his slender and soft neck, and lowered his head firmly, not daring to look at Wujo Wu again.

Gojo Satoru came over with a light smile and hooked his finger on the black chocker on his neck, which made the snowy skin that was already stained with a layer of pink more lively and fragrant.

"Brother Wu..." He Zecheng couldn't help turning his head around, grabbing his hand to keep him from moving, but Wujo Wu took the opportunity to hold his face and kiss him.

sand...

He Zecheng's belt was taken off, and He Zecheng's body softened and collapsed on Gojo Satoru.

He Zecheng felt the sunken spine being gently rubbed by his fingertips, and his brain couldn't help but go blank. He wrapped his hands around Gojo's neck, and then raised his slender and soft neck under Gojo's gaze, and put the black chocker on The small lock was exposed in front of Gojo Satoru.

A small silver lock with the words "incaged" (*captured) printed on it.

Gojo Satoru breathed heavily and stared at the slowly shaking little lock.

"Woo--Brother Wu." He Zecheng's cheeks were flushed, he looked up at Gojo Wu, his eyes were filled with hazy tears, his soft red tongue was looming between his white teeth, his hands were like a snake Rubbing the back of Gojo Wujo's neck, he murmured, "Kiss me, kiss here."

Then he brought the small lock on his neck up to Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru suddenly lowered his head and kissed him.

Gojo Satoru's lips pressed tightly against Xiaosuo, and his moist and hot breath sprayed directly on He Zecheng's skin.

"Ha——" The tears in He Zecheng's eyes slid down all of a sudden, and his legs wrapped tightly around Gojo Wu's waist.

Gojo Satoru's heart was beating rapidly, and that idea became more and more clear in his mind. Finally, he couldn't help but blurted out:

"Stay here, Cheng."

These words made He Zecheng suddenly wake up, and pushed Wujo Wu away, unspeakable complexity and reluctance lingered in his heart, but he opened his mouth and said:

"I'm sorry, Goku."

After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes, not daring to look at Gojo Satoru's expression again.

However, the sound of breathing in the room did not change unexpectedly, Gojo Satoru even had the mood to rub his back again.

He Zecheng couldn't help but opened his eyes, only to see Gojo Satoru not only without any sadness, but also with the corners of his lips curled up, a darkness looming on his delicate face.

Like crazy.

Calmly let yourself sink into the doomed torrent of madness.

"Conjurers are crazy."

The night moth Zhengdao who taught He Zecheng once told him so.

"Brother Wu?" He Zecheng looked at him in a daze, and subconsciously called out to him.

Gojo Satoru touched the back of He Zecheng's head with his palm, stroked his hair gently, as if comforting a cute pet, and said with a light smile:

"It's late, Cheng."

"What do you mean?" He Zecheng's heart beat faster and faster, so fast that he could hardly breathe, and subconsciously opened his lips slightly.

Gojo Satoru dotingly leaned over and kissed him on the lips, and said with a frivolous smile:

"Nanako and the others have already confessed to the higher-ups what they did."

However, he was extremely nervous when he said this. He knew that He Zecheng might have taken special care of his children because of his unfortunate experience as a child.

So when he said that, He Zecheng might get angry immediately.

Then he saw that He Zecheng was stunned for a while, his eyes were blank, and he couldn't see any emotion. Gojo Satoru panicked, and quickly added:

"So, Cheng, you are no longer charged with any crime."

He Zecheng stood up hesitantly when he heard the words, Gojo Satoru immediately stood up nervously.

"Gojo Satoru!" He Zecheng looked at him with anger that terrified Gojo Satoru, "They are still children, and you let them bear such a crime at such a young age, how will they live in the future?!"

"They're already bigger than you were! They're not children anymore!" Gojo Satoru was also angry, and he held his face hard, not allowing him to run away.

He Zecheng, who was forced to defect, was only 16 years old, but now the rescued Nanako sisters are 17 years old.

He Zecheng watched Gojo Satoru's tears fall with his eyes open, and he felt his heart trembling.

"I know I'm an asshole, but I don't intend to change." A crystal teardrop dripped from those six godlike eyes, his voice was hoarse and acted like a spoiled child, "I like you, I like you, I like you! I just want to do it!"

"Brother Wu..." He Zecheng's lips trembled.

Gojo Satoru suddenly laughed, his face was full of tears, his face was delicate, his fair skin, red lips, cheeks red from tears and the tip of his nose made him look like a flower withered in a rainstorm.

Gojo Satoru's voice was full of sadness, he was crying and laughing, as if mocking He Zecheng or mocking himself:

"He Zecheng, you only think about what will happen to Nanako and the others, have you ever thought about me?"

"I, I..." He Zecheng felt that he was drowning in guilt, and it was so difficult to breathe through his mouth and nose.

"Have you ever thought about how to live without you!" Wujo Satoru cried out sadly.

"You are so ruthless! He Zecheng, you are so ruthless!" Gojo Satoru complained in pain and despair.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." He Zecheng murmured with difficulty breathing, he felt his heart was about to be torn apart, he raised his hand, trying to wipe away tears for Gojo Satoru, but was grabbed.

Gojo Satoru grabbed his hand and pressed it tightly against his wet face, staring at him, murmured like staring at a silly dream that could never come true:

"Stay, stay, don't go! I need you, I need you!"

He Zecheng took a step back subconsciously, but was dragged back abruptly, clinging tightly to Wutiao Wujin's thin and hot body.

He Zecheng struggled, the golden bells on his feet rang, and he was still wearing a magic tool, so he couldn't use the magic power to break free from Wujo Wu's shackles, and he was far behind Wujo Wu in strength and physical skills.

He was picked up by Gojo Satoru and placed on the soft bedding.

He Zecheng looked nervously into Gojo Satoru's eyes, like a frightened deer.

His appearance reminded Gojo Satoru of the first time he hugged him, and He Zecheng had the same eyes back then, with a kind of pure timidity.

Wujo Gou's heart softened, he half-kneeled in front of He Zecheng, held up his ankle, kissed it lightly on the inside, softened his tone, and muffled with some reluctance:

"Don't worry, Nanako and the others are under my protection, everything will be fine."

It's just that they were sentenced to do the task to offset the crime, because after all, they were only 6-year-old children at the time of the incident.

In addition, the parents of the two had already been killed by those villagers...they just deserved to die.

"Really?" He Zecheng stood up anxiously, looked at Gojo Satoru, and confirmed to him.

"I didn't lie to you." Wutiao Wu's tone was a bit sour, he kissed all the way up as he said, and said angrily and coquettishly, "You are not allowed to care about others, you only have me in your heart!"

"You, why are you still jealous with the child?" He Zecheng panted lightly, blushing and scolding him, his beautiful legs trembling.

Gojo Satoru raised his head at the end of the kiss. He looked down at He Zecheng with deep eyes, lined with white and thick eyelashes, like the snow in the mountains at night. He Zecheng's eyes trembled slightly, and his heart skipped a beat. be clear.

"He Zecheng, you have to be responsible to me." Gojo Satoru's voice became much lower than the clear and clear voice of his youth, which made He Zecheng blush.

He Zecheng's light golden eyelashes trembled slightly, and he scolded him in a low voice:

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Who told me to fall in love with you? So you have to be responsible to me." Gojo Satoru said this very confidently, lowering his head to touch his forehead, and dawdling affectionately.

"Really, I won't tell you."

He Zecheng's heart was beating like a drum, resisting the heat on his face, he stroked Wujo Wu's face, raised his head and pressed his lips against it.

What does it mean for a god to be in love with someone?

Willingly fall into the fireworks of the world, and from then on, his heart and feelings will be bound by him.

Learned to love also learned to be lonely.

Those nights, looking at the bright moon, thinking of him in my heart, thinking of his smile, his shyness, and his looking back.

He Zecheng tightened the quilt with his fingers, his snow-white arches slowly tightened, and a hot heart poured into his heart, which made him curl up his toes involuntarily.

The night was long, the wind stopped at some point, and the curtains on both sides stood quietly on both sides, like two silent virgins, only the ringing of the bell was ringing incessantly in the house.