I'll retire when I'm done

When Bai Hong finished organizing everything and wrote it into a finished manuscript that others could understand, the moment he put down the pen, it was already the quiet midnight of the willow branches on the moon.

Wujo Wu still didn't go to rest by himself in the end, he was so stubborn that he must wait by Baihong's side, the maid didn't dare to persuade him, and Baihong coaxed him a few times to no avail, so he simply let him go.

The boy pulled the quilt and pillows to wrap himself into a ball. He was sleeping beside Bai Hong at this moment. The long quilt wrapped around the girl's side, and the other end covered Wujo Wu himself. It belonged to another person. The body temperature was transmitted continuously, dispelling the unique coolness of midnight.

Bai Hong rubbed his stiff wrists and neck, and let out a long breath.

Sure enough, the occasional assassination job like that is still acceptable, but it is somewhat reluctant for a ten-year-old body to perform such long-term and high-intensity mental work.

If I had known it would not be so annoying, I would divide it into several times and deal with it slowly...

Tianyu's curse is not omnipotent, she instinctively started to feel drowsy almost the moment she put down the pen, Bai Hong covered her mouth and yawned silently, just as her body moved, she felt that she had lost all feeling in her waist and limbs. However, every time I moved, my whole body hurt like hell.

She propped her palms on the table, worried that the sleeping child next to her would subconsciously swallow a scolding voice, and slowly resumed her previous posture with hissing air.

what……

Bai Hong made a sudden movement.

Did she say before that she must get off work on time in two hours?

The girl pressed the corner of her mouth and covered her face quietly.

……

... Occupational diseases are unacceptable.

But the affairs of the Gojo family can't really be left alone——

Bai Hong sighed, and a boy's sleepy voice suddenly sounded beside him: "Hong, have you finished writing?"

She froze for a moment, then lowered her head to Gojo Satoru, who barely opened his eyes while yawning, "Why did you wake up?"

"The sound of writing stopped." The boy yawned again and again, and said softly, "I just woke up."

Bai Hong: ...

Are you a sad little baby who can't fall asleep without the background sound of the story?

She raised her hand to lower the brightness of the lamp on the table, trying to push that head back.Gojo Satoru habitually leaned up and rubbed against each other, then sat up straight with a little force.

Before he hid under the table and was covered by Bai Hong's hand, he had never been disturbed by the lights, and had been in a drowsy sleep until now, at this moment, he was blindfolded by the gentle lights on the table all the way up. There was a hazy layer of water mist, the eyeballs were slightly stinging, and the brows immediately frowned.

Gojo Satoru rubbed his eyes casually, and pulled the warm soft quilt to cover Bai Hong's body with the other corner.

"Lay to sleep with me later."

"Wu better go back to sleep."

No matter how strong Bai Hong's willpower is, he is still just a ten-year-old girl at this time. The shoulders that have been blown through by the night wind are suddenly wrapped in warmth, and the last bit of sobriety that has been strong has also collapsed, and his voice has gradually become sleepy. , became unconvincingly soft.

"The study room is a bit cold, it's not good if you catch a cold."

"Okay, okay, I'm the future head of the family, just listen to me." Wujo Wu casually picked up the paperweight and pressed it on her draft, seeing that Baihong's eyes were so sleepy that he lost focus, and his body swayed back and forth. It's too cute to insist on being an elder and take care of her. It's rare that she has a good temper and coaxes her instead.

He tidied up the soft quilt casually, the quilt was huge, and the rest was more than enough to serve as a cushion except for the part covered by the two children, Gojo Satoru softened the quilt, and pulled Bai Hong's hand to pull her towards him.

The girl maintained a posture for a long time, and she lost consciousness from the waist down. In addition, she was sleepy and tired and had no strength to object. Gojo Satoru casually tugged, and Bai Hong lay on the soft quilt.

Almost at the same moment when she got down on the ground, she was about to fall asleep from sleepiness.

But this time Gojo Satoru, who had already slept through the night, regained his energy. Fortunately, the boy realized that he didn't push her and disturb her rest violently. Alright, then he slowly lay down next to Bai Hong, and looked at the girl's sleeping face with interest under the moonlight.

Obviously he was so fierce when we first met, and he was dishonest when we first came here... Fighting and arguing, he didn't pay attention to him as the Patriarch at all...

Gojo Satoru supported his cheeks, endured and endured, and finally couldn't hold back, and reached out to fiddle with Bai Hong's thick and curled eyelashes.

"Why are you so nice to me all of a sudden..."

"Who told you that you can't even take care of yourself... and no one around you pays attention..."

Bai Hong muttered subconsciously while he was half asleep and half awake, and Wu Tiao Wu was stunned for a moment before he realized that he said that sentence casually.

……what the hell.

The boy's ears were slightly reddened, but at this time the other party in the room could have noticed that he pursed his lips, turned that strange guilty conscience into a righteous one, and simply rolled up the quilt to wrap himself up, and lay down When he got to Baihong's side, he continued to question him.

"Is it because I'm a genius?"

Bai Hong yawned but didn't open his eyes, his brows were slightly frowned because of being disturbed: "What does a genius in the magic world have to do with me?"

She doesn't even have the magic power, so she is destined not to take this path. In the future, she may not be the same traveler as Wutiao Wu, and she will have to find another source sooner or later.

Wutiaowu refused to let go, and continued to ask: "Because I am the head of the Wutiao family? Or is it because I brought you out of the Zenyuan family?"

Bai Hong frowned, buried his face in the quilt, and Wu Tiao Wu dug it out again.

"..."

... so annoying.

...I really want to sleep, huh.

The girl who was already sleepy forced herself to raise her eyelids and stared fiercely at Gojo Satoru, but those eyes became wet from the mist stained by yawning, combined with an angry and unconsciously wronged gaze, she looked at Wujo Satoru without any attack Sex: "...then you are the worst Patriarch I have ever seen."

——Bai Hong has never seen a patriarch who doesn't even have a direct lineage. He has seen the worst situation and has his father's direct lineage cronies to support the young young master. The child will be listed as a puppet the moment he is born, and will live under the bondage and shadow of others for the rest of his life.

However, in the world of conjuration, where the future can be determined by birth and the birth is destined to be unequal, Gojo Satoru insists on relying on his own talent to form a situation where one force can reduce ten meetings: those who want to control him are incapable, and those who want to obey him He still doesn't like people--in such a big Gojo family, everyone thinks that Gojo Satoru doesn't have any problems without his own direct descendants. They are respectful and respectful in a distant and polite way, and they are in awe just right. Everyone lives in isolation from him. In the world, any hustle and bustle that belongs to the world has nothing to do with him.

Anyway, the strongest does not need the help of others, and the subtle sense of loneliness that seems to be excluded in the boy also seems so natural.

"Do you like me because I'm Gojo Satoru?"

The boy lifted her arm, arched himself into the girl's arms, and asked aggrievedly.

"Does Hong really like me? Does he only like me? Does he like me the most?"

"..."

I don't want to say whether I like Wujo Wujo or not, it's true to be so noisy.

Baihong frowned, finally opened his eyes silently, slowly and solemnly pushed away Wujo Wu, who was so pestering and refused to let him sleep, he got up gloomyly and was about to leave, "...good night, I'll go back Sleeping in the room."

Gojo Satoru: "...!"

He rushed straight up and lay down on Bai Hong's lap, the girl lowered her head sullenly, and met Wu Wu's tearful blue eyes.

"I won't ask any more."

The deity who was disturbed didn't say anything, but the culprit had a pitiful expression on his face, as if Bai Hong was bullying him.

"..." Bai Hong rubbed the bridge of his nose, with genuine impatience and sleepiness on his face.

"Please, young master, stop disturbing my sleep."

The boy looked up at her, suddenly felt a little guilty, turned around and rustled the soft quilt again, and dragged Bai Hong to wrap her in the quilt.

Bai Hong was buried inside obediently, but his face was pale and his brows were tightly frowned, still looking extremely uncomfortable.

This reaction was not intentional. She was already exhausted, and she was woken up three or five times. Rather than being angry, it was better to say that she was really overtired and didn't have a good rest, and her whole body began to feel uncomfortable.

Gojo Satoru was about to say something at first, but when he saw her expression, he was suddenly at a loss. He was used to being lawless, and in a sense he was even considered a half-god. He was really unfamiliar with caring for people. Very, the boy thought for a while, and simply lay down next to her, just like she did when she was putting herself to sleep before, raising his hand to caress the girl's soft temple hair, and gently pressing the center of her frowning brow with his fingers.

I don't know if this action gave her some comfort, Bai Hong's frown was slightly loosened, and the quilt wrapped before was also kicked away a little, revealing a pale and thin ankle.

Is it hot?

The boy got up and opened the window to let in the cool night breeze. He turned his head and continued to look at the sleeping girl in the cold white moonlight.

At this time, it is much more well-behaved.

Gojo Satoru stroked her forehead, brushed her fingers over the other's exquisite eyebrows, and felt a little bit of wonderful pleasure.

Stretching his fingers, the boy touched Bai Hong's cheek buried under the quilt curiously, then picked up her hand next to her cheek, and put it against the heel of his palm, comparing it carefully.

The girl's fingers were slender, but not much bigger than the boy's.

... so small.

Gojo Satoru gestured enthusiastically.

He is obviously five years older than himself, but it doesn't seem that he is much older than himself.

Maybe I can grow taller than her in the future.

The boy got into the quilt again and rubbed into her arms, Bai Hong's body temperature was a little low, he generously raised his arms and pressed himself against her body, sharing his body temperature with her.

Ask that question again tomorrow morning.

Sleepiness struck, he thought in a daze, and fell into a deep sleep together.

***

Gojo Satoru was awakened by the chirping of birds.

He frowned and arched, and found that he was still stuck in Bai Hong's arms, the girl's arm was on his body, and the two children were stuck together intimately. He had moved for so long and the other party didn't respond, and they seemed to be asleep. Heavier than him.

Unexpectedly, Bai Hong has not woken up yet.

Although he is usually happy to sleep with her, but Baihong's work and rest schedule is terribly regular, and usually the young master Wutiao who likes to stay in bed the next morning can't find anyone.

This was the first time he opened his eyes and could see a figure within three meters.

Gojo Satoru yawned and got up from the messy soft quilt. It was the first time he had slept in the study room. His waist was sore and his back was sore and uncomfortable. He was about to drag Baihong back to the bedroom to have a good rest, but he saw that Shen was not asleep. The girl who woke up didn't move, her brows were wrinkled and her breathing was short of breath, her snow-white skin was stained with a sickly and beautiful flush.

... Hong?

"Hong?" He carefully pushed her shoulder, but didn't get the usual response.

The boy's heart stopped, and he stretched out his hand to caress her forehead, the temperature of the tentacles was astonishingly hot.

——Bai Hong has a fever.

Gojo Satoru widened his eyes.

"—Come here!!!"

The mantra of the boy's sudden runaway smashed the fragile paper doors of several rooms in an instant, the hurricane broke through the air and rolled up the turbulence, and several cracks burst on the smooth floor in an instant, and the crackling sound of solid wood made many people scream The first reaction of the servant who heard the anger was to kneel down instantly, trembling and panicking, for fear that the moody future Patriarch would have some new way to torment people.

Gojo Satoru's irritated eyes glanced at this group of trash who seemed to be respectful and docile, but in fact they were extremely passive. No matter how he reacted, he would only kneel down and apologize. Normally, Gojo Satoru didn't care about their attitudes. Now the reaction of this group of trash It's so eye-catching--

"Didn't anyone hear me when I said—!?"

The future Patriarch of the Gojo Family, without a teacher, imbued his voice with spell power, and the words formed a curse. The servants whimpered uneasy, and were pushed to the front of Wujo Wu by the power of the word spirit with fear on their faces.

The power of the boy's spell had dissipated, and they knelt down on the ground again, crying and shouting. Gojo Satoru impatiently listened to their self-pleading, his eyes frantically looking for someone else who could make do with him. The maids, one of whom caught his eye—

"Kui!" He called out the name of the maid who had a good relationship with Bai Hong with incomparable accuracy, and everyone was taken aback, and Kui also subconsciously felt his heart tighten, but he still asked respectfully, "Master, what are your orders?"

"Bai Hong has a fever."

Gojo Satoru said sullenly, the maid's face turned pale immediately, and she ran over in a panic, but was stopped by the boy at the door: "...Master?"

"Go and call the doctor."

The boy had already returned to his normal speaking speed, he took a deep breath to force himself to calm down, his eyes swept across the kneeling servants, and turned away coldly.

"...I take care of her."

"Hong has a good sentence." The future head of the Wutiao family lowered his eyes slightly, looking down at the crowd who was left with only his prostrating back, and said in a terribly indifferent tone: "...you are so stupid that it is outrageous."

The servants were trembling and did not dare to respond, Gojo Satoru slammed the door hard, causing cracks in the door.

They didn't dare to make a sound or raise their heads, so they could only bury their heads lower.

In the repressed and trembling silence of the room, some people commented on the significance of that Miss Bai Hong to the future Patriarch, some pondered over the name blurted out by the always defiant Patriarch, and some stared at the house tightly locked up by the young master of the Wutiao family from the corner of their eyes. Excitement flashed in his eyes.

——Six eyes have no weaknesses.

However, the imp with six eyes has a weakness.