Spell Corrosion

After three o'clock in the afternoon, the period of the strongest summer sunshine has passed, and the just-right sunlight passes through the gaps between the leaves, casting mottled spots of light on the two of them.

It wasn't the first time that Gojo Satoru came so close, but before that, Chuuya never felt strange at this moment.

Because in the past, whether it was the hand on the waist or the coquettish leaning over, although they looked intimate, they were all very playful.

Although every time he pushes him away with extreme disgust, all of Wujo Satoru's actions can be defined by childish willfulness and informality.

But now it seems that there has been a little indescribable change.

While the branches and leaves swayed by the breeze, the sunlight danced in Wu Cang's blue pupils, and the pure white slender eyelashes were almost transparent under the bright light.Excessively shallow pupils always give people a cold glazed texture. Although the man in front of him often smiles with various emotions, all the smiles seem to be diluted by the light colors, causing the emotions to only float on the surface.

rather than as it is now.

"What did you say?"

If it weren't for Gojo Satoru's serious eyes that were different from before, Zhongyuan Zhong also felt that he was not testing here calmly, but directly using supernatural powers to stuff him into a stone chair to make body art.

Maybe there is also a part of Gojo Satoru who has no common sense and teases him at every turn, but has never really stepped on his bottom line.

"I said, Chuya, you smell so sweet, can I kiss you?"

The flavors of caramel and fruit blend together, and the sweet and greasy aroma is neutralized by kumquat and passion fruit. With the addition of a little mint in the fruit jelly, the taste becomes more suitable for Nakaya himself.If Wujo Satoru were to describe it, it would probably be like the breeze rolling up in the wilderness with the cold morning dew.

"No." Nakaya took the paper bag from Gojo Satoru, threw all the wrapping paper in, and got up from the bench, "If you want dessert, go to the line, don't come up with weird crooked ideas."

"It was discovered."

Gojo Satoru sighed regretfully.

The paper bag he was carrying hit Gojo Wu on the forehead, and Zhong also said angrily, "Isn't it normal to take your inexplicable words seriously?"

Although he was indeed intimidated by Gojo Satoru's eyes at first, thinking that he was going to come for real.

"Is that so? But I obviously asked seriously?"

Zhong also walked away, Gojo Satoru looked at the ponytail he tied behind his head flickering, and asked questions in an inarticulate tone that Zhong was quite familiar with before following up.

"Chuya, are you rejecting me because of the dessert, or because you don't want to?"

He missed the best opportunity, and the only answer he had this time was packed in paper bags that were originally destined for trash cans.

Catching the ball of paper that hit his forehead, Gojo Satoru casually threw it into a beautiful parabola, and the ball of paper fell perfectly into the trash can not far away, which aroused the surprise of several girls nearby who were secretly paying attention to him because of his appearance. call.

Obviously, he would take off his sunglasses to say hello because of the girl's booing, but now it seems that he can't hear the little noise caused by himself.After catching up with Nakaya, Gojo Satoru went to put his shoulders on his shoulders again, as if he didn't feel the embarrassment at all, and pushed the ignored problem to Nakaya again.

"You haven't answered my question yet."

"I thought the answer was obvious?" Chuya felt at this moment that Dazai's torment was of some use, at least now he can continue to answer Gojo Satoru's question in a very disgusted tone without changing his expression.

When Gojo Satoru was dissatisfied with this plausible answer, Chuya suddenly looked sideways at him suspiciously.

"Could it be that you have done this to others before and succeeded?" The more I thought about it, the more I felt that this was something Gojo Satoru could do. Although Chuya didn't say the word "scumbag", his expression said it all.

"How is it possible?" Gojo Satoru had an intuition. If he didn't explain clearly at this time, he would definitely be equated with a guy who dragged a beautiful lady to die in love every day. "Except for Chuya, no one can Take the dessert from me!"

So it's not that I haven't done it before, but that the precondition has never been triggered before.

It is also clear.

Gojo Satoru, who had no idea that he was still being labeled as a scumbag, just decided to go to the nearest torrent, and found that Chuya squeezed his wrist and shook off the hand on his shoulder.

"Chung Ye?"

"Too hot."

Gojo Satoru looked up at the sun above his head.

Does he think the temperature is okay today?