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

"Oh, it seems that Liang-chan is really capable. She sent the man away so easily."

Gojo Satoru said half jokingly and half seriously, "That guy is very stubborn. He rarely regrets a decision he makes, so Liang-chan, you must not let your guard down."

"But I'm still quite happy with the result now... It's to make him realize his own identity, isn't it?"

Huailiang couldn't stand to see the other person's proud look like a cat that had successfully stolen some fish, with its tail raised high.

She rolled her eyes, "He doesn't seem to know that we are in a hypothetical engagement."

"Do you think he would have known it from somewhere else? Just like he came to me out of nowhere today."

Gojo Satoru narrowed his eyes: "Ryo-chan, are you trying to make me nervous on purpose?"

“Do you get nervous?”

It is said that eyes are the windows to the human soul, but Gojo Satoru's eyes are wrapped in layers of bandages, which is simply cheating.

She couldn't analyze the other person's psychological changes through the changes in his eyes.

"Of course."

Gojo Satoru half-lay down on the large sofa contentedly, his arms resting on the backrest, approaching his sweetheart unnoticed.

If you look at it from behind, this posture looks like he is holding the other person in his arms - this realization makes him feel a little excited.

He turned his head slightly and looked at the girl beside him: "I feel like I like you a little bit."

"You know, people tend to get nervous around the person they like."

Huailiang lowered his eyes. It was incredible. The conversation at the entrance of the club last time was not an illusion. Gojo Satoru had become much stronger in terms of emotions.

Compared to the teenage years in the previous rounds, it is far beyond several levels, and I think he has gained a lot of "experience" from other places.

Just like the sentence "I feel like I like you a little bit", it seems to express affection, but in fact it is not certain.

Such an ambiguous attitude throws the question to her, and seems to encourage her to perform or give more to gain his clear "like" so as to take the dominant position in the relationship.

Huai Liang certainly didn't fall for it. Feeling the other person's gaze falling on her face, she didn't avoid it, but instead faced it openly.

"Is the news reliable?"

Gojo Satoru was stunned for a moment, then he realized that the other party was asking a question about what he had just said.

His thick silver-white eyelashes fluttered a few times like raindrops hitting pear blossoms. He slowly curled the corners of his lips and said, "Of course I'm reliable."

The deep and magnetic voice of an adult male slowly sounded in this silent space, and with a slight tremor, it slid into her cochlea.

Huai Liang was almost certain that the other party was deliberately seducing her.

She hesitated for less than 0.1 second between stopping here and continuing to push and pull, and then said, "If it's reliable, why do you say 'feeling' like me?"

"It's just a feeling, not a confirmation?"

With just two sentences, he kicked the ball over again, guiding the other party to make an affirmative response.

Gojo Satoru tugged at the collar of his shirt before he realized that he was so nervous that he was holding his breath.

"Oh, I need Liang-chan's cooperation to confirm this for sure."

Huailiang understood, and she tilted her head, seemingly bringing up an irrelevant topic: "Why do you always have bandages on your eyes?"

"You'll get lots of attention when you walk down the street, right? Aren't you afraid of being considered a weirdo?"

The arm resting on the back of the sofa slowly closed, and the fingers pressed several dents under the leather sofa.

"I don't care about other people's eyes, I only care about... the people I care about."

Gojo Satoru leaned forward, getting closer to the face he had been thinking about day and night, just like when he first saw it, "If Ryou-chan wants to see my eyes, you can remove the bandage."

"But...you have to get closer to me so you can see it clearly."

Huai Liang was not afraid of the ambiguous atmosphere that the other party deliberately created. At this distance, she could even feel the other party's warm breath brushing her cheek.

With a high nose bridge and soft and rosy lips, this face as delicately carved as white jade came quietly in front of her.

There was only a finger's length between him and her lips.

Without her instructions, he would not move forward rashly, as if he was a plate of exquisite desserts, allowing her to do whatever she wanted with him.

She thought calmly that the other party had somehow figured out that she tended to be the controlling party in intimate relationships.

But such behavior undoubtedly fully satisfied her desire for control and greatly pleased her.

She rubbed her increasingly itchy fingers twice. Having had experience with the Gojo family, she easily found the joint of the bandage that the other party usually tied behind the right ear on the side of the head, and gently pulled it -

The finger-wide white bandage suddenly slid off, like a lush, blooming flower.

Huai Liang pursed his lips, and a strange illusion rose in his chest, as if he had opened a beautiful gift.

The cool touch from her fingertips, along with the itchy feeling from the friction, spread to her heart.

A cobalt blue pupil appeared after the bandage peeled off.

Like the eternal blue ice between the glaciers in the Far North, an extremely pure blue.

But in the blink of an eye, the hard and cold ice turned into a pool of soft spring water, wrapping around her.

The warm "stream of water" seeped in along the gap between her lips, brushed over her teeth, and slid into her mouth.

It carefully soothes every inch of the soft cavity wall, and even flows towards the depths of the throat.

Huailiang grabbed Gojo Satoru's arm, feeling a warm and solid touch. The next second, he finally broke free from the other's arms.

In my ears is the intense and dull sound of my heart beating, mixed with my rapid and hot breathing.

Due to the height difference, at close range, without looking up, her eyes fell on the other person's Adam's apple that was constantly swallowing and rolling.

Even the blue blood vessels at the carotid artery are clearly visible.

"Why did you close your eyes just now? Didn't you want to take a closer look?"

Gojo Satoru tore off the remaining white bandages that were tangled in front of his eyes. His azure eyes became even darker. "Do you want to try again?"

Huailiang turned his eyes away from the other person's red and moist lips and cleared his throat: "No need."

"That's enough."

She did nothing wrong.

Even if there was debt in the past, it has been repaid.

She bit her lower lip and erased the sad, crying face from her mind.

"enough?"

Gojo Satoru stretched out his fingers and twisted them around her knuckles, drawing circles with his thinly calloused fingertips in her soft palms. "Is that really enough?"

The moist heat coming from between the fingers and the slight biting touch once again drew Huailiang's attention back.

She cursed softly, grabbed the other person's collar, and covered the warmth again.