I'll retire when I'm done

"..."

So, what is the situation now.

First I met an inexplicable guy, and then I met a group of inexplicable guys. Fu Heihui couldn't understand the details of their discussion, but he could understand their thoughts of taking her aunt away.

Never.

The child grabbed his aunt's sleeves tightly, and looked at the strangers around him with full resistance.

I don't want to hand over my aunt to you.

At this moment Gojo Satoru had already withdrawn his hand, but the child next to Bai Hong was still staring at him with a pair of dark eyes without blinking.

He felt a little baffled: "I didn't do anything, why does this kid keep staring at me?"

Fu Heihui was rubbed on the head by Bai Hong, and said in a low voice, "...the drinks I bought for my aunt were thrown away."

--what.

The two adults slowly recalled the place where they met before. Because of a small name problem, the momentary impact of the five spell-enlightening powers caused the child to not hold the cup in his hand...but they were followed by the front Edogawa Ranpo, who went to buy crepes, noticed it, so he didn't pay attention to the details at the time.

"Oh, are you still thinking about your aunt?"

Bai Hong smiled and touched his little nephew's tender and fair cheek, "Xiaohui is so cute."

As the culprit, Gojo Satoru scratched his head, knelt down and stared at Fu Heihui who was hiding behind his aunt, for Baihong's sake, he will be the elder of this child in the future, so it's okay to take care of him a little now relation.

"May I buy you something to drink...?"

"No."

The child lowered his head and replied, "I'm going home with my aunt."

Because he took his aunt's eyes into consideration, he carefully wrote down all the roads. This place is not far from home. see this man.

Wujo Wu, who was squatting on the ground, immediately looked up at Baihong: "I want it too."

"What do you want?" Bai Hong lightly raised the solid wooden stick in his hand, trying to knock him away, but Wutiao Wu pinched a section of the stick with his backhand and snatched it away. Bai Hong, who lost his stick, stopped moving and stood obediently. , she turned her head in the direction of the voice, and asked in a good temper: "Want to go home with me?"

"That's right, can't it?" Gojo Satoru stood up with a smile and hid his stick behind him. He stepped forward and looked down, so close that he almost touched Baihong's body.

He is only a young man of sixteen or seventeen, but Gojo Satoru already has a sense of oppression that exceeds that of most adults. He stared at the white and fragile silhouette under the white silk, deliberately lowered his voice, and asked slowly Said: "Does Hong want me to go back to you...or come back with me?"

……young people.

No matter how hard he tries to imitate the ease and calmness of an adult, Gojo Satoru is not that solemn, and his words and demeanor can't hide the frivolous and greedy nature of a young man. Already staring at the corner of Bai Hong's smiling mouth, he couldn't move his eyes away at all.

The first kiss at the age of five came too early. If Bai Hong had been growing up by his side, then the first kiss at the age of five could still be regarded as an early seal and oath of sovereignty. The temperature and taste have been completely forgotten long ago. The only good thing is that Baihong's first time has already been owned, and the next second and third times will only be his things.

The young man's eyes were eager to try, and the ice blue pupils behind the sunglasses were frighteningly bright.

He is keenly aware that Baihong has changed a little since he was an adult, and the way of getting along with him in childhood can no longer be perfectly reproduced. Hugging, touching, and sleeping in each other's arms, things that were once taken for granted in his eyes suddenly become incomparable. Luxury—a child's privilege is a sense of distance that can ignore gender and identity, but now even if he takes the initiative to step forward, there is always a vague sense of distance between the two.

The intimacy is no longer there, and it is obvious that the sense of distance created by the ten years of estrangement remains.

"It's been so long since I've seen each other, doesn't Hong want to stay with me for a while?"

Gojo Satoru blinked and muttered aggrievedly.

The beautiful and beautiful appearance that was praised bluntly in childhood also changed with age. Wujo Gojo was born with snow hair, blue eyes and fair complexion. The whole life has a light-toned and inhumanly beautiful appearance. Gojo Gojo The beauty of the snow is dangerous, just as the snow scene is beautiful, but when the scale is expanded to a certain extent, it can no longer be called a scenery.

Travelers who are well aware of the dangers of the snow scene are rarely willing to look directly at the truly pure and white vast snow sea. It is a dangerous thing that can easily steal away the sun's brilliance. Human eyes cannot bear the light that falls into the world. The light is like fire. , enough to burn the eyeballs of ignorant humans, leaving behind blinding pain.

If Baihong can still see it, Wujou is [-]% sure that she can't move her eyes away from her face, and the remaining [-]% is because of her own guilt and dare not look directly, and it has nothing to do with Wujou himself.

It's just a pity that this bewildering beauty has no charm for a blind man. Gojo Wu hates to lean down and put his chin on Baihong's thin shoulders. He rested his chin on Baihong's head.

Bai Hong: "...?"

Gojo Satoru sighed faintly, unable to hide his elation after the reversal of his height advantage: "Hon is so short now."

A young woman with a height of 1.7 meters can already be called tall, but after hearing this sentence, she still couldn't hold back the twitching of the veins on her forehead.

... Believe it or not, I'll break your leg later.

Gojo Satoru pouted.

It doesn’t matter if Hong can’t see his own face, he still has a young body that can be described as perfect. It’s not possible to confuse her eyes for the time being, but it’s more than enough to force the other party to recognize his existence—— Wujo Satoru The slender and powerful arms passed through her slender waist firmly, the lines fit tightly together, and the unique high fever of young boys came over almost instantly. Bai Hong was forced to intuitively feel the current height of the little man whose head was pressed by her back then. It is already at the height where you have to raise your head to look directly at the eyes, and you don't have any extra thoughts. The urge to help the other party break his leg is stuck in his heart with a breath of depression, and he can't get up or down.

She does not deny that she admires Gojo Satoru's face very much, but for her, it is only from the perspective of appreciation, and more emotions are too lazy to breed. Gojo Satoru casually said the so-called marriage, in her eyes, it is just a young man's passing. Even if the relationship between in-laws is indeed one of the preferred ways of alliance, it is not the most preferred option for Bai Hong at the moment.

The young Mr. Sorcerer didn't notice the change of Bai Hong's mood. He was almost wrapped around her body like an octopus at the moment, as if the joints of his hands and feet had produced strong suction cups, repeating the sticky and soft "Come home with me, come home with me, okay?" In this case, with Gojo Wu's character, this is already the lowest line for him to be coquettish and show weakness. The arms around his body are getting harder and harder. The gentle and soft tone used to describe it gradually became tainted with a sense of urgent and anxious gloom. Bai Hong has no doubt that if he refuses now, he will be forcibly taken back to Wutiao's house by him.

...that's why I don't want to recognize each other.

Troublesome in every sense of the word.

Bai Hong sighed faintly.

Fu Heihui on the side angrily went to tease the villain who robbed her aunt, but at this moment Gojo Satoru had lost interest in teasing the child, and concentrated on sending the sticky voice into Baihong's ears, trying to use the infinitely repeated words It has a brainwashing effect; and the child is only three or four years old and has not had time to cultivate the so-called boy's self-esteem. After a long time of hard work, he feels angry and angry. At the act of letting go, his mouth shrunk and his eye sockets were wet, and within a short while, under Gojo Satoru's stunned gaze, tears began to burst into tears.

The child was crying obediently and quietly, he didn't howl, just bit his lips while weeping and stubbornly grabbed his aunt's hand and wanted to pull it towards him, Bai Hong felt his voice sinking Come down: "...what's going on?"

Wutiaowu: "..."

Let go, you can't let go of the person you hugged so hard; don't let go, Hong's little nephew is crying again.

So, to loose or not to loose, that is the question.

The trio of young DK who persevere in obsessing over innocent women, accompanied by cute children who are crying and robbing others is really eye-catching—it didn’t attract the police. I have to say that Gojo Satoru’s face and Bai Hong’s calmness accounted for a lot No matter who is taking advantage of the big components, it seems to be reasonable. The Yokohama residents who are used to the world still can't help but look at the pair in awe, and they all detour.

——And it was a coincidence that this was the first scene that Xia Youjie, who had finally come back from countless cursed spirits at the other end of Yokohama, saw.

That is no longer a behavior that can be solved simply by tearing it apart. At this moment, the degree of clinging of the evil DK to others can be called a parasitic animal-level tight fit, almost wishing to stuff all his own flesh and blood into the opponent's body; The poor parasitized person has a thin body, weak hands and feet, and looks helpless and incapable of breaking free. The soft white silk in his eyes clearly shows the identity of the other party.

Poor, weak, blind women, and poor crying cubs.

Xia Youjie: "...!?"

The veins on the young man's forehead were throbbing faintly. He spent more than half a semester with Gojo Satoru, fighting for half of the time. It can be said that the person who knows you best is your enemy. The instinct of the weak flooded into the brain along with cursing bad classmates, and overwhelmed all reason. He rushed up to Gojo Satoru's angry face with the intention of tearing him off him. During the close fight, Gojo Satoru let go of his speed It was extremely fast, and as soon as he let go of his hand, Baihong nimbly slipped out from the gap between the two of them——

Gojo Satoru, who was empty in his arms, immediately became furious, and his counterattack against Xia Youjie suddenly increased. The opponent couldn't believe that he was unreasonable and too calm when he counterattacked, and his attack became more and more ruthless——Bai Hong was oblivious to the fierce fighting sounds behind him, and crouched in front of Fu Heihui, softly coaxing his sobbing and overly quiet child, holding his little face with both hands, patiently Wipe away the tears on your cheeks little by little.

"Auntie, don't go with him..." the child sobbed and cried, and actively stuffed himself into his aunt's arms with hazy eyes, tears streaming down, soaking a large area of ​​Baihong's collar in no time.

Gojo Satoru was crazily attacked by furious classmates in the weak cries of a child like a milk cat, and was punched a few times because of a guilty conscience. Looking back, his ruthless lover was still concentrating on coaxing the child. Leave the slightest concern.

... You must never have children in the future! ! !

Gojo Satoru thought through gritted teeth.

Five minutes later, Gojo Satoru was forced to transform from a large boneless pendant back into a vertebrate again. After forgetting to open the no-lower-limit operation, the result was that he was hit several times. His bones ached so badly that he gasped for air; while Bai Hong stood there, holding his little nephew who was already crying and fell asleep with one hand.

In front of her was Xia Youjie who bowed at ninety degrees and apologized madly. The young man whose moral sense is directly proportional to the arrogance of Gojo Satoshi had to shoulder the burden of apologizing for his classmates. Although he didn't want to do it at all, he couldn't hold them back They were wearing the same school uniform.

"--I am so sorry!!!"

"Ah, it's all right." In Xia Youjie's eyes, this weak, thin, blind young woman who couldn't take care of herself held the three or four-year-old boy with one hand, and stretched out a hand with ease: "It's not a big deal matter."

...No, just looking at the picture alone, no matter how you look at it, you can't feel the so-called big deal.

Sensing that the other party was unwilling to cooperate more in this regard, Xia Youjie was touched and understood while killing his straight-waisted evil student with his eyes, almost wishing to press his head and come over to apologize together.

Gojo Gojo hissed, staring intently at Baihong who was holding the child, as if he was thinking about how to re-attach it without being torn off again: "She said it's all right, Jie, you can go back."

...What kind of attitude is this?

Do you still intend to continue pestering others! ?

Xia Youjie squeezed out the names of his classmates from between his teeth, and reminded in a dark tone: "Wu, we still have tasks to finish!"

Gojo Satoru turned his head away, his eyes were open to despair.

"You helped me write my copy, and in exchange, I can help you solve all the tasks in Yokohama."

"No."

It was Xia Youjie and Bai Hong who spoke at the same time. The former reflexively refused the unreasonable request, while the latter hated the substitute for helping with homework. Bai Hong stretched out his hand to Wu Tiaowu, and said calmly, "Give me back the cane."

Gojo Satoru was still struggling: "Can I take you home..."

Baihong's tone remained unchanged, he ticked his finger at him, and repeated again: "You will be slaughtered before entering the house, be obedient, return the stick to me and go back with your classmates."

At that moment Gojo Satoru stared at her with a distorted expression. Seeing that she had no intention of backing down at all, he reluctantly handed over his cane after a while. Will you? Are you really not going to keep me?As a result, the girl concentrated on coaxing the child, and she also vaguely disliked Gojo Satoru's excessive voice, which might disturb the child who was struggling to fall asleep.

Xia Youjie watched from the sidelines, feeling that his classmate was like a cat temporarily fostered by another family, begging for unique love, but not only was he not masturbated, but he also watched his master go home to masturbate him. s cat.

...I have to say, it's a bit cool.