[Curse Return] How can a sorcerer not be crazy?

After saying good night to Jiaru Xiaozi, Huailiang went back to his room.

As soon as I closed the door, a deep male voice came from behind me: "My words were ignored?"

Huai Liang slowly inserted the room card into the card slot on the wall. With a "beep", the light above the entrance turned on automatically.

The light streamed down like water, illuminating her face and a tall figure beside the bed.

As she expected, the 'pervert' who sneaked into her room late at night and sat on her bed was Gojo Satoru.

Although this guy usually appears to be carefree and unconcerned about details, his family education usually does not allow him to sit on someone else's bed.

Unless, in his subconscious, he also regards it as his territory.

Huai Liang was not panicked at all, and her whole body exuded the smell of a rotten salted fish. She raised her eyelids and spoke slowly: "What's the matter? Wu Jun, do you have any advice?"

She smiled. Since the vest had already fallen off, she was too lazy to put it back on.

"Liang-chan's memory seems to be a little bad. Didn't you just agree to break up with Jie yesterday? Why were you still making out with him in the sea today?"

After being labeled a stalker, Gojo Satoru was also labeled a peeping tom by Huailiang.

She leaned against the door, crossed her arms, and spoke lazily: "Ah, I remember I only said I was considering it, but I didn't say I really wanted to break up. What kind of promise is this?"

Gojo Satoru chuckled, got up from the bed, and raised an eyebrow: "Are you kidding me?"

Feeling the oppressive and tense atmosphere in the air, Huailiang did not choose to give in: "Wu Jun was talking to himself and misunderstood what I meant, right?"

Yes, she was wrong before.

Blindly compromising will not bring temporary peace, but will only make the other party become more aggressive.

Just one day later, the other party came to her door impatiently and asked her to fulfill the promise she had never made.

She only thought that going back in time might be a death warrant, and she always wanted to max out Geto Suguru's favorability as soon as possible to get further clues, but she forgot -

This is the system giving her a golden finger!

In the first week, she traveled to this world on March 2006, 3, but failed her mission on June 15, and was forced to restart the timeline by the system.

In the second week, she returned to this world on April 2006, 4, and successfully completed the astral plasma mission. By mid-May 15, more than a year had passed.

If she really was that important, and because her identity was exposed, Geto Suguru suffered emotional damage and turned evil, the worst that could happen to her was that she would just leave!

From then on, the sea is wide enough for fish to leap, and the sky is high enough for birds to fly.

When a vicious incident happens and she doesn't have time to stop it, time may automatically go back and she can choose the target to attack based on the information she has collected.

Or if Geto Suguru turns evil and the timeline is directly restarted, then she will be able to completely determine the mechanism of time and space reversal, and will be able to grasp the key points in the next round and complete the task with ease.

Of course, the worst case scenario is that she doesn't live long enough to meet the conditions for restarting the timeline, and the power is turned off directly -

That's better than being controlled by others and living in fear all day long.

What's more, Gojo Satoru is obviously also concerned about his friendship with Geto Suguru.

Or...test him again?

While thinking, his chin was grabbed by rough fingers and lifted slightly.

Gojo Satoru bent down, propped up the door with one hand, and leaned closer to the other person with his clear face like ice and snow, gnashing his teeth: "No one can fool me."

Huailiang grabbed the other person's wrist, pulled it out, and broke free from the other person's shackles.

Her voice was filled with impatience and coldness: "You hurt me."

"Heh, it seems like you're really not afraid that Jie will know your identity?"

"I am afraid, but I am not afraid to the extent of using myself as a bargaining chip."

Her silver-grey eyes looked straight at the azure sea, and she slowly put forward her conditions.

"I have found a way to mass-produce cursed tools. If Wu Jun is willing, I can give the Gojo family 3% of the profits in exchange for keeping it secret."

Gojo Satoru stared into those beautiful eyes, and suddenly, he smiled foolishly: "Ryo-chan, do you think I care about this?"

Huailiang lowered his eyes, his dark eyelashes drooped, it seemed there was nothing to talk about.

Then, she looked at him again: "You only want me?"

Gojo Satoru lowered his head and leaned close to that white and tender ear, breathing hotly: "Isn't it obvious enough?"

Huai Liang remained silent. Just as she was silently thinking about whether she could have a chance of winning by a sneak attack, there were two regular knocks on the door.

“Knock, knock—”

"Liang-chan, are you asleep?"

Xia Yujie's voice sounded outside the door, "I just remembered that you might want to apply some aloe vera gel. You played in the sea for so long today, and your skin might peel tomorrow."

Huailiang moved his shoulders, trying to move the furry head away.

While signaling the other party to hurry up with his eyes, he replied to Xia Youjie: "Well... I'm a little sleepy. Let's go tomorrow, uh-"

There was a wet touch on the earlobe.

Feeling the stiffness of the person under him, Gojo Satoru sucked the earlobe dotted with a small bright red mole even more unscrupulously.

Looking at the girl's anxious and embarrassed look, his breathing became more rapid.

I've wanted to do this for a long time.

No, he corrected himself silently in his heart—

He should have done this a long time ago.

Huailiang tried hard not to make any strange noises and pretended to cough lightly: "Ahem, let's apply it tomorrow. I've already applied the body lotion."

She grabbed the fabric on Gojo Satoru's chest and pushed him out as quietly as possible.

But who knew that the other party was so incredibly strong that he used his other hand to hold her tightly in his arms.

Even the hand she was pushing with was held tightly by him with his fingers crossed, rubbing against her sweaty hand.

The boy's chest radiated hot heat.

It is mixed with a refreshing citrus scent, like the smell of a quilt exposed to the scorching sun.

The skin on the back of her neck was steamed so much that it began to perspire slightly.

"Well, okay, can you give me that book you were reading on the plane?"

Xia Yujie outside the door did not leave, but made another request, "I seem to be a little sleepless, thinking of just reading a book and relaxing."

Seeing the excitement and provocation revealed in those deep blue eyes, Huai Liang's eyes gradually turned cold.

Okay, let’s not go, right?

She was already pressed against the door panel, and with a slight raise of her other hand, she was able to reach the door handle behind her.

As if noticing her movements, Gojo Satoru stopped his crazy thoughts of leaving more marks on her body.

He raised his chin slightly towards the door, as if to say: Do you dare to open it?

Huai Liang was really not afraid. The worst that could happen was death.

“Okay—”

She sneered at Gojo Satoru, turned her head away from the person behind her and stopped looking at the reaction. She grasped the door handle with her other hand and pressed it down.

Just as she turned the doorknob to the right, a faint breeze blew past her.

At the gambling table against Gojo Satoru, she simply chose to go All in.

Huailiang raised the corners of his lips silently: You lose.