Why is Teacher Wujo like this?

Aoki Yukie walked slowly to the sofa, looked at Gojo Satoru who was stunned, and sat in front of him with a blank expression, like a paralyzed person saying: "Blow your hair."

"Here we come." Gojo Satoru hurriedly put away the yellow waste in his mind, picked up the hair dryer that was placed next to him just now, turned it on to test the temperature, and then started to help dry his hair.

Aoki Yuki's hair is of very good quality, black and shiny, very soft, not dry and tangled at all, after all, she often takes care of it.

Gojo Satoru was blowing, while secretly touching Aoki Yukie's hair. She was like an obedient kitten, watching funny variety shows with her mobile phone in her hand, laughing from time to time, and he could hug the slender her into his arms as soon as he stretched out his hand middle.

Is there anything more fun than this?Gojo Satoru thought in his heart.

Soon, he knew that there were really more happy things.

After Aoki Yukie felt that her hair was almost dry, she threw Gojo Satoru's wet clothes into the washing machine together with her own. After confirming that the washing machine was running normally, Aoki Yukie returned to the living room.

Seeing Gojo Satoru sitting upright, as if waiting for a judgment, Aoki Yukie covered her mouth and laughed, and she said jokingly, "Gojo-kun, do you want to go home in this suit?"

Gojo Satoru was stunned for a moment, he didn't have to worry about being seen, after all he could be there in ten seconds, but looking at Aoki Yuki who obviously wanted to see his jokes, Gojo Satoru very wisely began to pretend to be pitiful: "Sister Xuehui, do you have the heart to let me go home in tights and women's clothing? Besides, it's raining heavily outside, and there may be thunderstorms, so I'm afraid."

How could someone refuse to act cute?

The sound of pattering rain came from outside the house, hitting Yuki Aoki's heart heavily, and it seemed that the rain would not stop for a short time.

Letting him go now seems like a pang of conscience.

After hesitating for a long time and analyzing for a long time, Aoki Yukie had a troubled expression and a tangled tone, "But I only have one bed at home."

The adoptive father bought this one-bedroom apartment entirely because he thought that he might come back to the Tokyo Study Center in the future as a precautionary measure, and he didn't consider anyone else coming.

If it is a female friend, she can sleep in the same bed with her, but if it is a male friend, he has never considered the issue of staying overnight.

"It's okay, I'll just sleep on the sofa."

"?"

Aoki Yukie looked at the family's small sofa, she slept without any problem, but if it was Gojo Satoru...

Aoki Yukie looked him up and down again because he was taller than most men in Japan, and felt that it was very unacceptable, her sofa could not bear this length.

"Otherwise you can sleep on the bed, I'll sleep on the sofa." For the sake of her new boyfriend, it's not impossible for her to sacrifice once in a while.

"No, how can I let sister Xuehui sleep on the sofa."

If so, he might as well go back.Gojo Satoru resolutely opposed it, so he would not wrong Xiao Xuehui for his own happiness.

Aoki Yukie fell into a state of entanglement, this doesn't work, that doesn't work, two people can't sleep together.

Although we are boyfriend and friend, we just got together...

Although she seems to be very open, but if they just slept together in the same bed, it is still a bit unacceptable.

Although the embarrassing Koyuki is cute, Gojo Satoru still can't bear it, just when he was about to say that he can go back——

"Otherwise I will..."

"There are spare quilts in the cupboard at Wujo-kun's floor shop." Aoki Yukie spoke her thoughts in one breath without any pause in the middle.After finishing speaking, I found that I interrupted Gojo Satoru in the middle of what he said, so he continued to ask: "Gojo-kun, what do you want to say?"

"No, no, I didn't say anything."

Given the chance to stay with Xiao Xuehui, who would go home?He can change shape with joy.

"Well."

After confirming the overnight stay, Aoki Yuki took out the spare quilt from the cabinet and made a bunk next to her bed.

The quilt is a blue floral quilt, which feels good to the touch, and the color matches Gojo Satoru inexplicably.

Gojo Satoru pounced on excitedly, hugging the quilt and twisting around like a big cute caterpillar.

Aoki Yuki threw the pillow on the bed on Gojo Satoru, interrupting his wriggling.

"Use this as a pillow, Gojo-kun."

"no problem."

Gojo Gojo wrapped himself up on the quilt, hugged the pillow in his arms, and stared at Yuki Aoki gently with a pair of clear and transparent blue eyes, "I am very happy to be in the same room with sister Yukie." He nodded solemnly.

Aoki Yukie was so cute by his little movements, she couldn't help reaching out and touching his head.

I always feel that I have fallen in love with head-to-head killing recently.

Hmm... It must be that Gojo-kun's head is easy to touch, soft, like soft cotton.

After playing with Gojo Satoru in the bedroom for a while, Aoki Yukie took out the dried clothes and put them away.

After lying on the bed, she realized belatedly, did they have dinner today?

no.

She secretly looked at the self-happy Gojo Satoru beside her, and her conscience ached.

She is persecuting the flowers of the motherland.

This poor little girl must be hungry.

"...cough cough."

Aoki Yukie's cough immediately caught Gojo Satoru's attention, "Sister Yukie has a cold?"

Aoki Yukie's conscience hurt even more.