After falling into the Niangyaoquan, I became attached to the strongest

Does Gojo Satoru like Saotome Haruno?

That must be liked.

Young people's feelings always come fiercely and quickly, often just for a moment, and the heartbeat for no reason.

Maybe it's a look, a kiss, a bottle of summer wave soda, a baked and soft cake, all kinds of daily trivial things continue to accumulate, sprout little by little in the bottom of my heart, and then get out of hand.

Gojo Satoru's feelings for Haruto are probably such a process in which quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes.

It has only been a few months from the initial feeling of being interesting to the current enthusiasm. Sometimes even he himself can't help feeling—ah, he loves me so much, and then it becomes—I love him so much.

Most likely, fate is such an unreasonable thing, and the chances of meeting the right eye can be casual.

Hmph, with a super handsome guy like me as your boyfriend, it's a lot of money, okay?

Who is against?Who dares to object?

Thinking of this, Gojo Satoru hugged Qingli and rubbed against him for a long time before he was satisfied. When he raised his head, his eye circles were still red, which was very endearing. Although he was 1.9 meters tall, it was in harmony with his childish face. The contrast is sharp, not to mention the other party is looking over eagerly, with extremely pure eyes.

No one can remain calm under such an offensive, even Qingli, who has always been calm, has to admit that she is really cute.

He couldn't help rubbing Wutiao Wu's soft white hair, it felt like he was touching a good animal fur, which made him interested for a while and couldn't help touching a few more.

Hair quality is good, Haruza thought so.

The next moment, Xinghe disappeared suddenly, and the surrounding scene returned to its original appearance. The two of them still stood in the middle of the bedroom as if nothing had happened.

"Is that the field expansion just now?"

When he came back to his senses, Haruhika belatedly remembered this relatively unfamiliar vocabulary to him. There are only a handful of conjurers who can reach this level among the teaching staff of Fujiki, let alone his company. The second level is just a rookie who has just been promoted.

"Yes, it's my domain."

Gojo Satoru casually stroked his messy bangs, still maintaining the state of interlocking his opponent's fingers with one hand.

"The battle with that guy during the day made me understand a lot. After returning home, I vaguely touched the threshold of the field, and I couldn't wait to come and show it to you, Qingli. In fact, it was my first attempt."

He smiled and asked, "Do you like it?"

"like."

Qingli nodded honestly, then asked again, "Will it be a bit tiring to drive this?"

Gojo Wujo murmured, and didn't really care. "It's okay? The brain that the reversal technique keeps fresh for me will at most be a little mentally fatigued, because it's always running."

Haruto was secretly surprised that he also learned the inversion technique, but soon understood.

At that time, after bleeding so much blood, he was still jumping and jumping like a normal person. This was the reason for no accidents. If Gojo Satoru hadn't learned the reversal of the spell at the critical moment of life and death, the ending would be unimaginable.

Haruto couldn't imagine how things would go like that.

He lowered his eyes and said softly, "Enlightenment has become stronger, that's good."

"It's just that I have a question—" Qingli paused, and slowly pulled out an emotionless smile, "Are you sleepy?"

Gojo Satoru?

Gojo Satoru was puzzled, "I'm not sleepy."

The arc of Qingli's mouth widened, "But I'm sleepy."

At the moment when the domain display was over, the drowsiness that was still hazy and unrealistic surged into my mind, only then did Qingli realize that the reasonless insomnia was caused by waiting for Gojo Satoru, I really don’t know what to say .

"So, Satoru, is there anything else? If not, I'm going to rest."

The domain space is beautiful, but Nai couldn't help it that it was early in the morning, even if Gojo Satoru was naked and danced in front of him, he would definitely go to sleep.

Hearing this, Gojo Satoru grabbed the opponent's hand and refused to let him go, and started a series of unreasonable troubles again.

"Wow, how ruthless! Do you mean to drive me away? Such a handsome guy still wants to sleep while standing here. Is there someone more handsome than me in the dream?"

""

Qingli is silent, and has no energy to speak. If it were someone else, he would have punched him and knocked him unconscious before lying down.

No one can stop him from sleeping, even if tomorrow is the weekend, he doesn't want to stay up late if necessary.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, almost unable to open his eyelids, but he still replied patiently and kindly.

"Wu, compared to me, you who have been up all night for two days should need sleep more, don't you? It's very late, why don't you go back to rest?"

"No."

sunny ""

Qingli took a deep breath, unable to shake off this person's restraint, she simply dragged him to the side of the bed, and lay down directly.

Most of his body has already got under the quilt, only one hand is still exposed, "Then Wu just stand there and help me watch the night, I'll go to sleep first."

After all, he tilted his head, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The sleepiness hits, and I can't stop it.

Gojo Satoru ""

Wujo Wuzhi stood there in a daze, feeling quite like a fool.

The balcony window was not closed, as if it was reserved for him to leave. The summer night wind whistled along the window and blew into the bedroom, gently blowing over the side of his face, bringing a little coolness, which calmed his hot heart a little. point.

Gojo Satoru blinked slowly, and finally let go of his hands. He first went to the balcony to close and lock the open French windows, and then returned to the head of the bed, squatting down to observe the sleeping face of the person on the bed.

Qingli's breathing is very shallow, so shallow that you need to put your ears close to hear it, perhaps because of the events of the day, his brows are full of exhaustion, even though he is asleep, he still frowns slightly, the eyes are Faint dark circles.

He even stretched out his fingers to poke the other person's face a few times, but no surprise there was no response.

It looks really tired.

Thinking in this way, Gojo Goto lifted the quilt silently, climbed onto the bed lightly, and occasionally pushed Haruhi inside, successfully getting the dissatisfied hum of the other party, and the raised leg of the conditioned reflex was also caught by him. Press down firmly.

The small single bed was even more crowded because Gojo Satoru insisted on lying on it. The bed sank and creaked under the weight, but the culprit obviously didn't care about these, and was still immersed in the fact that he could share the bed with his lover. Pillow in joy.

Qingli didn't sleep well this time. In a daze, he dreamed that a big white cat appeared in front of his eyes. Meowing crazily, she rushed over, wrapping her arms and legs around her tightly.

What's more, the white cat was not satisfied with just holding it, and went so far as to lick and bite his face and neck, no matter how hard he struggled, it was useless.

Qingli scolded a few dirty words irritably, but she couldn't really get angry with the cat, so she could only turn sideways and press the cat's furry head to her chest, and said "don't make trouble" before finally letting it live. It was as if the back of the neck was pinched and stopped moving.

In the dream, Qingli couldn't help sighing, cats are such cute and troublesome creatures.

As this thought fell, his consciousness gradually became dull, and even the somewhat bizarre dreams became hazy, and he didn't know anything after that.

Haru Saotome woke up under an unspeakable sense of oppression and heat.

He hummed intermittently in his throat, and unconsciously raised his hand to try to push away the thing that was pressing on him, but he touched another warm object.

Most of Qingli's drowsiness dissipated immediately, she opened her eyes and suddenly turned her head to look to her side, facing Gojo Satoru's face that was too beautiful to be real.

Having been shocked by the beautification early in the morning, he thought he was still dreaming in a trance, and after a few seconds of sluggishness, he closed his eyes again.

I must be opening my eyes the wrong way.

After a while, the heat source around him didn't disappear as he wished, and Qingli also accepted the reality resignedly and opened his eyes again. What he saw was a pair of clear blue eyes. Gojo Satoru also woke up at some point, using a strange Excited eyes stared at him.

Qingli's heart was full of alarm bells, and she saw the other party obediently rubbing his head against his chest, and her tone was as shy as a young girl's first love, "Xiao Qingli, you were so enthusiastic last night."

sunny ""

Qingli was speechless for a long while, showing a confused expression at the right time.

Did anything else happen after watching The Realms last night?

Speaking of which, why didn't Wu know when Wu climbed into his bed? Could it be that he had fallen asleep?

As if aware of his disbelief, Gojo Satoru continued to play steadily, "You hugged him last night and refused to let go, so I can only reluctantly stay and sleep with you. You have to be responsible to me."

""

The corners of Qingli's mouth twitched, feeling the posture of the other party hanging on her body like a koala bear. The quilt that was originally only big enough for one person stuffed two male high school students, and half of their bodies were forced to be exposed. in the air.

Looking at that naturally innocent face that exploded, Haruto doubted her memory even more.

"--you sure?"

"Of course! Would I still lie to you?"

This determined attitude made Qingli immediately veto the previous guess. If he hadn't intuitively told himself that nothing happened, he would have almost believed Wujo Wu's nonsense.

As for the fact that the other party refused to let go in his sleep, it was really possible, because Qingli did have a similar impression, and he seemed to have hugged something in the dream.

But speaking of it, why would he do this?

Qingli rubbed her eyes, pulled herself out of the shackles named Gojo Satoru with difficulty, turned on her mobile phone and looked at the time on the screen, it was almost eleven o'clock, and it was almost time for lunch.

Did he sleep for so long?

Turning a deaf ear to someone's outrageously fake accusations on the bed behind him, Qingli yawned and walked towards the door of the bedroom. When he passed the full-length mirror by the door, he glanced subconsciously and stopped immediately.

Looking at the indescribable dots of stars on her neck in the mirror, Qingli fell into a dead silence.

Almost in the next second, he turned around in disbelief and asked the person on the bed who was holding his face and making a cute expression.

"I know it was my fault that I fell asleep early last night, but is that why you gnawed on my neck?"