【Gojo Family Housewife's Daily Life】Comics

The Lu family holds a ceremony to worship the gods every New Year. The family members gather together, set up an altar at home, place various offerings on the altar, and pray to the gods.

Offerings such as fruits, cakes, fish, meat, etc. will also be carefully prepared to express respect for the gods.

The sound of firecrackers in the front yard continued...

Even in the residential area in the backyard, Lu Qin could hear the ritual music and the sound of cannons.

"Wu-kun will be going back to Tokyo tomorrow, right?"

"What? Do you miss me?" He pushed back Lu Qin's fringe, revealing her face which was flushed from the kiss.

His wife took the initiative to rub his hand and said in a coquettish tone, "I just thought that I owed you something for three months, and now it's time to pay it back."

He knew what she was talking about in an instant.

"Now? Are you kidding, Xiaoqin..." You are so bold, Xiaoqin. The sound of firecrackers outside has already started, so now is not the right time anyway.

The sound of firecrackers outside has already started. Now is not the right time anyway.

She smiled and looked at him straight, "Don't you want it? If you don't want to, I can't force you."

Damn it.

He rubbed the corner of Lu Qin's mouth vigorously with his thumb and kicked his calf backwards at the same time.

He held her in his arms and opened the bedroom door in an instant.

After a turn and a half, they entered the bedroom and closed the door.

The moment the door closed, he pressed on her, and Lu Qin leaned against the door, raised her head and kissed him.

He put his left arm around her and began to reach into her sweater with his right hand. She took his hand and intertwined their index fingers.

She smiled, feeling a little ticklish, and said with a smile: "Wu...slow down."

As soon as Lu Qin finished speaking, the world started spinning.

Gojo Satoru held her and fell on the bed.

"It's been three months since you owed the money. How can you slow down? You didn't even ask for interest. I'm such a good husband." As he said this, the sound of his slightly disordered breathing reached her ears.

The room heater was turned up high.

I don't feel cold even after taking off my clothes.

But the sky is very bright during the day, and drawing the curtains cannot block the influx of light.

The daylight was different from the dim light in the bedroom in the past. This light carried a kind of scrutiny, a scrutiny that made her tremble.

Coupled with his six eyes, she felt panicked and had nowhere to hide.

She lay down, put her arms around his neck and kissed him. He was too tall, and their body shapes were not really compatible, so she had to move her body and tilt her neck up to kiss him.

The sunlight spreads across the room, bringing with it the warmth that is unique to winter.

It is real warmth, as if it can spread from the body to the heart.

A warm, burning feeling spread across the skin... little by little, all over the body.

Outside the house, the ceremony of worshiping the gods seemed to have officially begun, and the crackling sound of firecrackers even reached the house.

"What's wrong, Qin-chan...are you excited?" Gojo Satoru asked with a chuckle.

"Enough, stop talking, stop talking... Wu." He heard the woman under him talking to him in a low voice.

Ha... this is really unbearable.

(Turn on the light! …)

PS:

The girl really doesn't understand Gojo Satoru as well as Geto Suguru. After all, one has only known him for 5 months (married for months), and the other has been together for years (fog)... What am I talking about...

Jie thought that Wu loved her and said, "Wu likes you very much." In fact, Lu Qin didn't believe it.

Her family background made her feel insecure, so when faced with Geto Suguru's "scary jokes", she would subconsciously invade Geto's brain because she thought he would really hurt her.

At present, she does not have enough trust in her husband Wu, so... because of her mother, she is somewhat skeptical about whether she can gain the love of others.