5t5 is also waiting for my confession today

"I……"

I was literally speechless by his speech.

Before I could express my opinion on his bizarre statement, Gojo Satoru himself vetoed it.

"Just kidding." He showed a cheerful and sunny smile, and then he said at length: "After all, the impact brought by the swimsuit photo collection scene is really not small-plus, the expression of Zhongli just now is like ' Carrying some unspeakable secret', is there really some terrible script hidden in it that you can't tell me?"

After speaking of the last word, Gojo Satoru moved away from the short distance in front of me.

It's a pity, the way he looked at me without distraction just now was still very fascinating.

"There is no secret." I raised my eyebrows, "Besides, do I like men or women... Don't you know this kind of thing?"

When I came back to my senses, I realized that my words sounded a bit meaningful, but Gojo Satoru didn't understand what I meant at all, and just said something lightly:

"Too."

Even if this matter is overturned.

He helped me refold the messy magazines beside his hand, and then asked me: "What are you going to do with these?"

I held up the books on both sides, pointed at the beautiful waistline of the swimsuit model on the cover, and asked without giving up: "Don't you like any? Swimsuit photos are free for you, so you can take whatever you like—"

"I'm not a kid at a sensitive age anymore, I don't need these things."

"Okay—" I said, "Mr. Gojo Satoru is a mature adult."

He calmly tapped on the side of the pile of books on the top of the mountain, without even looking at the passionate cover.

"I can throw it away for you."

What a pity to throw them away... Buy them all, at least let them play a little value, right?

With that in mind, I said, "...how about selling it at a second-hand bookstore?" It would be nice to be able to recoup some of the cost.

"Hmm—" Gojo Satoru hesitated, like a candidate who is hesitant to fill out a multiple-choice question in an examination paper, and finally said, "That scene is a bit embarrassing."

But the tone is completely joyful, and I don't even know why there is a feeling of gloating. Is there anyone worthy of his gloating here?

But what he said is also true. Going to a second-hand bookstore with boxes of swimsuit photos and asking the boss to help identify and recycle them is no less than a large-scale social death scene for a thin-skinned person.

"I promise."

He effortlessly stacked the books into a small tower, then easily picked them up and stacked them in the corner with both arms, and said to me, "I will help you find a place to sell them."

……

……

After making such a fuss, I changed my clothes first and wore a turtleneck sweater dress.Now that the heating has been turned on for a while, even with bare legs, I don't feel cold anymore.I went to the kitchen to check the ingredients in the refrigerator.

"Today's dinner is just enough." I muttered in a low voice and took out the ingredients, thinking that Gojo Satoru might know what's in my refrigerator better than I do.

In the kitchen I have a custom made bar chair, and at home I don't like wearing prosthetics all the time, so I sit when I can.

I was concentrating on peeling the vegetables. At this moment, the voice of Gojo Satoru answering the phone came from the living room. When I started to chop the vegetables, I covered his voice again, so that I didn't notice him coming from the side. .

"In the end."

I look up at him.

Speaking of which, when he pronounced my name, he could tell his mood by the different tones.When you are in a good mood, it is "O——wari", and when you are in a particularly good mood, it will become a very rippling "O——wa——ri" (this is a very rare situation). Not in a good mood.

The judges of the gourmet show on Wujo Wuxiang TV came up to me with a smile, and then looked down at the ingredients I had packed.

Soon he made a "pretty" voice: "Shouldn't there be more potatoes?"

"No more, or the name of this dish will be changed to Potato Stew."

He let out a "tch--" and buried his head down on the cabinet next to him, looked at me, and asked me, "Will it be a long time?"

I glanced at the clock behind him and said, "About half an hour."

"Then I'm going to take a shower." He rubbed the hair on the back of his head like a lazy cat.

Alarm bells were ringing in my heart, and I couldn't help but put down what I was doing, and looked at him seriously.

I asked, "Are you staying here today?"

"I don't know." He replied simply, "It depends."

After he left the kitchen, I was doing my own thing, but I began to analyze my recent inner changes.

Especially today, I don't seem to expect him to stay very much, not because of physical obstacles, but psychologically.

I feel like I need a little alone time to digest the emotions building up in my body.I originally had strong emotions in my arms, but due to the fact that I have been hammered hard with the hammer of reality one after another in recent days, my thoughts must have changed slightly.

I think this is due to the increased amount of time we've been seeing each other lately.At first glance, this seems like a good thing, but now I feel that there are more disadvantages than advantages.

The longer you spend together, the more disturbing you will be, because you will pay too much attention to your own words and deeds.

But when I waited with full expectation, my heart was more radical and reckless.

When you are far away, it is easier to take bold steps with confidence, but when you are close, you only dare to approach with small steps, for fear that you will accidentally step on the wrong line and cause a landmine attack.

I sighed, thinking how difficult it is to be in love... If everyone in this world has to go through twists and turns in their hearts when they fall in love, it would be too much effort to go around... No, maybe it's just me It's bad, so ignorant of people's hearts.

Wasn't I quite courageous at first?

But now if he is not careful, he becomes timid, how can he chase people like this?

You have to lift your spirits.

"Speaking of...he's going to have his birthday soon." Today's encounter with Mr. Fu Hei popped out of my mind, and I have to spend my time choosing gifts for him.

Isn't it usually said that it is better to start with basic necessities of life?I don't have any options for food, housing, and transportation. Sure enough, I should choose "clothes"?

"...I haven't seen him in private clothes a few times."

I got off the chair and walked to the living room, intending to turn up the temperature of the air conditioner, but saw the coat and shirt that he casually threw on the sofa.

Why did you throw the shirt outside? ?

He doesn't intend to just come out with his upper body naked, does he? ?

So I turned the air conditioner up a little more.

I turned on my phone, intending to take a picture of the trademark on his clothes, and choose the same brand of clothing as a gift, so it shouldn't be easy to choose wrongly.I just took the photo, and before I could take a closer look, I heard the door of the bathroom slam. Gojo Goku was really naked, and he covered his hair with a towel, and a few drops of water from his hair fell on the carpet.

"What a coincidence... It's not easy to have some rest time but come across urgent work."

He pursed his lips in displeasure.

Seeing that he didn't notice why I ran from the kitchen to the living room and was still next to his clothes, I tucked his clothes over without embarrassment.

"Are you going to work now?"

"Ah."

I casually asked, "What about the cream stew?"

It was rare for Gojo Satoru not to answer immediately. Two seconds later, he regretfully said: "We can only wait until next time."

Thinking that he was going downstairs anyway, I just went out together.So I went to the kitchen to check the stove, then grabbed a coat and put it on, took the keys, and after changing my clothes, Gojo Wujo was already at the door and was about to leave, seeing that I changed my outfit and also planned to go out.

"Are you going down?" he asked.

"Go shopping, the seasoning is used up... There are still a lot of daily necessities to buy."

When the elevator was descending, he suddenly said: "The toothpaste is also used up."

I'm good."

We parted ways when we left the apartment gate. The supermarket is very close to the apartment, and it’s only a 2-minute walk. I thought I’d come here anyway, so I’d better buy some daily necessities that were about to run out, so I also bought a lot of miscellaneous items. Finally, I left the door of the supermarket with two big bags. However, when I walked to the apartment in the winter wind, I found that the elevator was surrounded.

The administrator at the side saw me standing in front of the door in doubt, and took the initiative to come up and tell me: "There is something wrong with the elevator, and it is temporarily out of use."

Me: "... Both elevators stopped? How long will it take to fix it?"

The administrator said, "Four, five, 10 minutes."

"……OK."

I had no choice but to walk to the stairs with two big bags, resigned to my fate, and planned to climb the stairs.

Fortunately, my house is only on the sixth floor, and it is not a big problem to climb the stairs by myself on weekdays.But now I'm still carrying two big bags full of heavy things. If I'm in a hurry, my broken legs may not be able to bear it a little bit.

But it's easy to solve, just slow down, and I'm not so delicate. I chose to be on the sixth floor because I expected this to happen.

As I said that, I put it into action and began to climb the stairs honestly.

After climbing two floors, I wanted to adjust the position of the handbag, but the palm of my hand was a little hurt when I was in the same posture, and the two bags were heavy and the other was light, so it was uncomfortable to walk up the stairs.Adjust the contents of the handbags, trying to equalize the weight of the two bags.

However, it may be that I have been unlucky recently. The lights on this floor are actually broken. I can only operate in the dark without a mobile phone lighting. I did not expect bad luck to come one after another. The nails were accidentally flipped open, and the apples fell out. One rolled at my feet, and the other one I had to put down the things in my hand and groped for it on the ground.

...unlucky.

I thought I would be able to go home in less than 10 minutes, so I grabbed a jacket that was not particularly thick. Now in the cold corridor, the chill hit me, and I shrank unconsciously on the ground.

(...Or I don't want to look for it, it's just an apple.)

Just as I got up to start my journey again, I heard footsteps from downstairs and lights turned upwards.

(The person going upstairs? Great, I can rub his light for a while, instead of climbing the stairs with blind eyes.)

When the light of my mobile phone shines on the steps under my feet, I can see who is coming.

——It is Wujo Wu.

He straddled the steps with long legs. To him, the three steps were the same as the first. He walked in front of me after only a few steps, and then his eyes locked on the two full handbags in my hand. Asked me in a strange tone:

"...Why didn't you call me when the elevator broke down?"