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

After tossing around and making some snacks, the two finally managed to rest in the room, and finally remembered the main purpose of their trip, and planned to soak in the hot spring on the balcony for half an hour before dinner.

Tucking her hair behind her head, carefully submerged in the water, Qingli lazily leaned against the slippery stone wall and took a long breath of relief. She felt her body and mind relaxed, and her troubles and fatigue were swept away.

It gets dark early in winter, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the lights from the house are sprinkled on the water, sparkling and reflecting warm yellow light.

Looking up is the quiet night sky, and looking down is the lover who is close at hand. Even in such weather, it is fun to take a hot spring.

He closed his eyes and rested his mind, suddenly felt a finger under the water tentatively poke his chest, and poked again as if it was not enough.

Qingli opened her eyes suddenly, and turned her head to look at Gojo Satoru, who was pinching his chin and thinking sideways. Even if the other party was discovered, he had no intention of restraining himself. .

"........."

Qingli didn't bother to care about him anymore, she lay flat and enjoyed the hot spring, so comfortable that she didn't want to move a finger, but she still couldn't help teasing the other party's behavior.

"I wanted to say it just now, Wu, is this considered sexual harassment?"

Hearing this, Gojo Satoru paused, and replied with a matter of course: "I touch my boyfriend, doesn't it count as sexual harassment?"

"You are right."

"Am I wrong?"

He rested his chin, and looked straight at the naked upper body of the person beside him: "Every time I think about it, I feel amazing, how such a flat place became so-so big."

Said, and gestured with his hand on his chest.

Qingli was a little embarrassed by the words, and she was speechless for a while, her lips moved for a long time, and finally she just choked out a sentence: "Well, because I... have a great talent?"

Gojo Satoru: "..."

"Wow--"

Gojo Satoru applauded in admiration for this answer, and was about to say something when Haruto quickly covered his mouth.

"I know what you're thinking, shut up and don't say anything."

Caught off guard, the lower half of his face was blocked, and the only pair of blue eyes that were exposed innocently blinked, the pitiful eyes like a small animal made him subconsciously stagger his gaze.

This set again.

Qingli has no way to resist this, this person seems to know how to make the most of his appearance advantage, he always makes himself confused, half-pushed and half-assed some unreasonable demands.

So before conniving without a bottom line, stop the other party's mouth first.

Thinking of this, the palm was suddenly licked by something soft, bringing a wet touch.

Qingli was shocked, and quickly withdrew her hand as if she was scalded, and as expected, she saw the person across the way sticking out her tongue with a smirk and raised eyebrows.

Suddenly, the alarm sounded in his mind, and he instinctively moved back a little bit, turned around and wanted to go ashore, but his arm was grabbed from behind, and he fell back into the water with a plop.

After a long time, Qingli crawled back to the shore panting, her legs were a little weak after soaking for a long time, and her face was flushed from the heat.He looked back vaguely at someone who was still leaning on the stone wall and staring at him with interest, then took a few deep breaths, picked up the towel and sat on the other side pretending to be calm to wipe off the water droplets on his body.

Seeing Gojo Satoru standing up from the water with a calm demeanor, ready to come up, Haruto quietly accelerated the movements in his hands, wrapped in his bathrobe and strode across the threshold.

"What are you doing so far away from me?"

Gojo Satoru's voice sounded from behind, he was acting like a good boy when he got a bargain, and asked the question knowingly.

Qingli needed to slow down her beating heart for a while, so she pretended to be calm and said, "I just finished soaking in the hot spring, it's too hot."

"Oh—yeah."

It's this kind of frivolous tone again, can you do whatever you want just because you are a birthday star?

He secretly slandered, but he didn't dare to look at the other person's face, and he was still wearing a belt like turning his back to divert attention.

"Of course, the waiter will be delivering dinner in a while, so hurry up and put on your clothes so as not to waste time, after all, it's your birthday too."

"Then let them deliver it later?"

The voice of the voice rang in the ear, and the person who was still outside the house unexpectedly came behind him at some point, habitually leaned on his back, and made another request in an insatiable manner.

"Help me tie my belt."

"......Row."

Qingli had nothing to do with him, she gave up struggling and let him go, maybe because today is a special day, Gojo Satoru was in a good mood, and she teased herself more often.

After the initial embarrassment passed, he gradually calmed down, and was able to calmly face this person who repeatedly made him feel helpless.

After tidying up, it was time for dinner. In addition to the meals provided in the hotel, there was also an extra piece of fresh fruit cake, which was exactly the extra meal that Gojo Gojo specially ordered.

One person eats more fruit cakes, and the two eat less, so Qingli is not obsessed with sweets, so he leaves all of them to Wujo Wu.

"Is it tasty?"

The latter smacked it, and commented dispensably: "It's okay."

He asked again, "Would you like to have a sip?"

Qingli raised her brows: "No need, Wu can just eat by himself."

"Well, okay." Gojo Satoru cut a small piece of cake, lowered his head and poked it with a fork in boredom.

Just when Qingli thought that this person could finally calm down and eat cake, he heard him speak suddenly.

"It's about this time, Xiao Qingli still hasn't taken out the gift I gave you? I have been reluctant to look at your bag."

Haruhi: "..."

Then should I thank you?

Qingli didn't know what to say about him, so she put down her chopsticks, clasped her hands, and stared at the opposite person seriously.

"I originally wanted to give it to you after dinner, since you asked—"

He played tricks, and a sly smile flashed across his eyes: "Wu, why don't you guess what I will give you?"

"Hey—is this the guessing session before revealing the surprise?"

"That's it."

"Then let me think about it..." Gojo Satoru crossed his arms and frowned, thinking, "Last year it was a scarf, but this year it couldn't be gloves, right? You didn't put much in your bag, and there weren't any big items... …”

Listening to his analysis, Qingli was speechless: "...Aren't you still peeking?"

Gojo Satoru retorted: "I don't have one. Using the six eyes to receive information and opening the bag to see the real thing are two different concepts!"

After speaking, he seemed to think of something, and clapped his hands: "I see, did you give me something like jewelry? A watch? A necklace? Earrings? I don't have pierced ears."

The arc of Qingli's mouth widened, and she winked at him mysteriously.

"It's not, but it's close."

He got up and entered the bedroom, and after a while, he walked out with his hands behind his back smiling, moved to his original position and sat down a little bit, and the sense of anticipation was almost full.

"Clang, clang! It's this one!"

As the words fell, Qingli brought the thing behind her to her face, it was a small pure black square box, no bigger than a palm, and anyone who was familiar with it could guess what was inside at a glance.

The next moment, the box opened, revealing the silver ring embedded in the card pad.

—It's a ring.

Gojo Satoru suddenly opened his eyes wide, with an expression of unconcealable surprise, as if he hadn't expected such a development at all.

"Sorry, because the preparation was a bit hasty, and I didn't know what style you like, so I chose a more regular one." Qingli scratched her face embarrassedly, and said a lot to herself, "I use I bought it with the money I saved, and it wasn’t such an expensive brand, compared to me, Wu doesn’t lack anything, so I can only think of giving a ring when I think about it.”

Seeing that the other party didn't respond for a long time, and even looked a little dazed, Qingli pursed her lips and carefully observed his expression.

"Don't Wu like it?"

Gojo Satoru recovered from his daze, and immediately raised a bright smile, everything around him paled in comparison.

He wanted to give Haruhi a hug immediately, but he couldn't do it due to the obstruction of the table, so he had to express his feelings in words.

"I like it, I like it very much!"

After finishing his speech, Gojo Satoru walked around the low table that was in the way, and quickly came to the other side of the table. He put one hand on the back of the person next to him and made a gesture of embracing the person next to him. Still talking non-stop.

"Is this a marriage proposal? It's too cunning! Why did you step ahead of me when you clearly said yes! You're so cunning, Qingli!"

It is a lie to say that the heart is not touched. It is very happy to be given a gift by the person you like, let alone a ring that symbolizes the oath.

It was as if his whole heart had been soaked in a honey pot, revealing a sweet breath, which was so wonderful that no words in the world could describe his joy and satisfaction at this moment.

Since it was also the first time to do such a thing, she used a lot of courage when she spoke, and Qingli smiled a little shyly with her cheeks slightly flushed.

"Because I love Wu so much, I am very greedy, and I hope to be with you forever."

He raised eyebrows and eyes, solemnly held Wujo Wu's left hand, and slowly pushed the ring onto his ring finger. The silver ring with simple patterns was just stuck on the third knuckle, which fit perfectly.

Qingli lovingly kissed the back of his finger with a very reverent gesture.

"Can I tie Wu's heart?"

In an instant, Gojo Satoru's eyes burst into incomparable brilliance, and the already clear blue eyes shone like the most splendid and boundless galaxy in the world.

He was excited, his heart was beating fast, his body moved before his brain, and he couldn't help but kiss back.

Gojo Wujo's ending voice rose: "Is it just such a small request? Then congratulations, my heart and people are bound by you! The next half of my life is destined to be tied to me, a perfect handsome guy, and you have made a lot of money!"

"Yeah, I've made a lot of money being with the handsome Wutiao guy who is perfect from head to toe."

At this time, he still didn't forget to make a childish speech, Haruto couldn't help laughing, his chest trembled with joy, he raised his arms and hugged her for a long time, unwilling to let go, as if he owned the whole world in this way.

"Wu, happy birthday."

.........

"Do gods have emotions and desires?"

The young children sat under the eaves of the corridor, looking at the books in their hands, full of doubts.

Hearing this, the woman stopped knitting a sweater and asked softly, "Honey, what are you looking at?"

"It's the book on Dad's shelf."

The boy looked down at the words on the page, his voice was flat and no emotion could be heard.

"If it is a god, why would it be as moody as human beings, because one's own selfish desires can destroy a city or a country, isn't this too arbitrary?"

The woman froze for two seconds, then stretched her brows and eyes, and asked more and more kindly: "In your opinion, what does God look like?"

"Loveless, selfless, and look down on all beings equally—after all, gods should be aloof and indifferent, right?"

"Why do you think so?"

"Intuition, am I wrong?"

The woman was amused by his innocent words, but she didn't deny his thoughts.

"No, gods have all kinds of forms, and the one you mentioned is one of them. But gods must also have likes and dislikes, and those human beings favored by gods just illustrate this point."

The boy raised his head and looked at his loving mother with a smile, then lowered his head and muttered to himself: "Gods will also take care of human beings..."

"Yes, even gods have their own preferences."

The woman funnyly stretched out her hand to hug the lovely young son, letting him lean in her arms, it was really dumbfounding to have to think about such a problem even though it was still a small ball.

"Perhaps such a god will appear one day in the future, and it may even take care of our Xiaoqing alone."

Nestling in his mother's familiar arms, the boy closed his eyes reassuringly.

"Is there really such a god?"

"There will definitely be, my mother is so convinced."