"What if I say I want you to kill me?"

As soon as these words came out, Zenyuan even regretted it.

The secret that he tried so hard to hide, he actually said it so easily.

Maybe it's because of the rush of words.

How would Gojo Satoru respond to him?

He raised his eyes and sneaked a glance at Gojo Satoru.Gojo Satoru was looking at him with a pensive look.

"Why?" Wujo Satoru asked him.

Also, for such a strange request, normal people would ask the reason first, right?But precisely because this was a normal person's reaction, Zenyuan Shiye felt a little surprised instead.

"Because..." Zenyuan Shi also hesitated, the biggest secret was on his lips, but he couldn't say it as easily as before.

He always believed that if he told Gojo Satoru about his abilities, Gojo Satoru would definitely agree to help him.

But only if he doesn't say what he wants to do when he becomes stronger.

Even though Gojo Satoru has never responded to his threatening words, the person in front of him is Gojo Satoru after all, if he unfolds his true self in front of him...

No matter how unreasonably Gojo Satoru played his cards, it was impossible for him to become stronger with that desire.

He knows.

However, he didn't want to hide all this, and he didn't want to cheat Wujo Wu's strength while concealing all this.

This is probably his ridiculous insistence.

Although his original plan was also deceitful, at least in that plan, what he showed to Gojo Satoru was his own evil side.

Anyway, he is an enemy, Gojo Satoru was right to attack him, and then he became stronger, and it was his conspiracy that tricked Gojo Satoru.

Being calculated by the enemy, Gojo Satoru is at most...angry, angry, right?

But in this situation, Gojo Satoru regards him as a friend. If he asks him for help to help him become stronger, it will consume Gojo Satoru's goodwill towards him.

A friend who treats each other sincerely becomes an enemy, and is strengthened by him personally... What kind of mood should Gojo Satoru feel?

Even if Gojo Satoru doesn't know, even if he is the only one who knows, the fact that the image of Gojo Satoru has illuminated him in the dark for more than ten years is a fact that already exists.

He... is reluctant.

Don't dare, don't want, don't want to hurt the only light that has illuminated him.

"Why?" Gojo Satoru asked him again.

Hearing the sound, the Chanyuan even went into a trance, and his consciousness had not been withdrawn from his contemplation. He looked at Wujo Wu who was close in front of him, and suddenly had the illusion that this Wujo Wu was a phantom he had often seen for more than ten years. .

Subconsciously, he reached out and grabbed Gojo Satoru.

Standing on tiptoe, he reached Gojo Satoru's hair, gently twirling that hair with his index finger and thumb, he had the feeling of touching something real.

This five enlightenment is real.

It really exists, Gojo Satoru is really by his side.

Under Gojo Satoru's suspicious gaze, he stretched his hand up again.This time it was no longer a single hair, and his palm was placed on the top of Gojo Satoru's head.

Then he did what he'd always wanted to do: he rubbed Gojo's hair the same way Gojo rubbed his head.

The temperature in the room was very high, and the water on Wujou Wu's hair had long been dried, and at this moment, he was lightly rubbed, and it exploded instantly.

Like a dandelion.

At this time, Wujo Wu grabbed the hand of the Chanyuan, which was also troublesome.

"Is it fun?" he asked.

Only then did Zenyuan Shiya come back to his senses, realizing what he had just done, he subconsciously glanced down.

He lowered his head and stared at his toes, but he didn't dare to raise his eyes to meet Wujo Satoru, as if he had done something wrong.

Maybe it shouldn't be like?He was really almost going to do something wrong.

·

Gojo Satoru looked at Zenyuan Shiya who suddenly lowered his head, thought for a while, bent down, then pulled Mao Mao's paw and put it back on his head.

"Shiye~" He called out the name of Shiye from the Zen Academy, while grabbing Maomao's paw and rubbing his blown white fur.

"Like it?" he asked.

Seeing that there was no response from the Chanyuan, he grabbed the cat's paw and rubbed it on his head again, and said, "Didn't I just tell you? Do whatever you want~ So do you like it?" Do you like it~ what?"

The voice gradually ran wildly in the direction of acting like a baby.

Shi Ye of the Chanyuan: "..."

He wasn't thinking about whether it was a good thing or not at all.

Well, it's not that I haven't thought about it at all, but obviously another thing is more important.

The hand was pressed on the top of Wujo Wu's head, and he knew that Wujo Wu's face was very close to him at the moment. If he raised his head now, his forehead might be able to touch Wujo Wu's chin.

Or maybe a higher place...

Because he felt the slight shaking of the hair on the top of his head, which seemed to be stirred by Gojo Satoru's breath.

The palm was pressed hard, and his fingertips could feel the temperature from Gojo Satoru's scalp.

Very warm, higher than the temperature in the air.

"Whatever~"

Gojo Satoru's voice sounded again.

Zen Yuan even froze.

He was clearly thinking about that matter, why did his thoughts suddenly drift to a strange place?Why focus on these messy places again?

What was the previous topic?

Oh yes, Gojo Satoru asked him why, why he wanted him to kill him.

So, he raised his head slowly, wanting to see Wujo Wu, and whether Wujo Wu still wanted to ask this question.

However, when his forehead was soft, he suddenly remembered the messy things he had just thought about.

His first reaction was: his guess was correct, and sure enough, when he raised his head, he would touch a place higher than his chin.

And the second reaction is...

He suddenly blushed.

He felt that heat seemed to rise from his cheeks, and the temperature continued to rise, spreading rapidly from his cheeks to his ears and neck.

He suspected that he looked like a boiled shrimp, or a boiled crab, in short, he looked strange.

Taking a step back, he pressed his forehead with his free left hand, and struggled with his right hand trying to get out of Gojo Satoru's hand.

But with only a light pull, he found that Wujo Satoru, who he had never been able to shake, was pulled over by him.

At the same time that soft place was attached to his forehead again, he felt a gravity pressing on him again.

Unprepared, he was knocked back by the sudden force, his calf hit the bed, his foot slipped, and he fell backwards.

And the strongest who was pulled over by him just now fell down with him as if he still couldn't stabilize his figure.

Under the soft quilt, he didn't feel any pain, but his forehead, which was no longer protected by his palm, was hit hard.

"hiss--"

"hiss--"

Two voices sounded simultaneously.

Gojo Satoru's teeth... hit his forehead.

A wet feeling came, and he suspected that his forehead had been pierced and bleeding...

Silence, nothing but silence or silence.

After an unknown period of time, until he suspected that the blood on his forehead was about to coagulate, he felt the pressure on his body loosen.

He quietly opened his eyes, but this time he didn't meet Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru was still looking at him, but his gaze stayed on his forehead.

And he... His gaze also moved down slowly, and he saw a smear of red on Wujo Wu's lips.

It's the color of blood, but it seems a little weird.

Just when he was thinking about why it felt weird, he saw Gojo Satoru licked his lips, sucked the red color around his lips into his mouth, and then suddenly bent down towards him again.

Zenyuan Shiye: "!!!!"

What is Gojo Satoru going to do!

Soon, there was another hot and humid feeling on his forehead.

Although he didn't see it, he was sure that Gojo Satoru licked the blood off his forehead.

The Chanyuan even said: "?????"

The temperature on the cheeks that had already begun to cool down rose again.

Although he knew Gojo Satoru didn't play cards according to common sense, but he didn't expect Gojo Satoru to play cards out of common sense like this!

Did he think he was a puppy?Why do you want to lick the blood on his forehead like this!

·

Gojo Satoru felt the taste of rust in his mouth, and his thoughts gradually recalled just now.

Just when he saw the blood on Shi Ye's forehead in Zenyuan, the image of his cat covered in blood suddenly appeared in his mind.

He had seen that scene three times.

For the first time, his cat was dying and almost died in his arms.

The second time, his cat was still dying, with blood holes all over his body, which was even more terrifying than the first time.

And for the third time, his cat was almost unharmed with only a small wound scratched by a paw.

He knew that there was no wound under the red this time, but he just wanted to confirm with his own eyes that the blood was all his own.

When he came back to his senses, he found that his mouth was full of rust.

It turned out that his blood tasted like this.

The cat was indeed not injured.

very good!

He didn't see any problem in doing so.

He just used the simplest and quickest way to confirm that his cat wasn't hurt by him. It's really all right, isn't it?

Otherwise, if you wipe it with your hands, you have to wash your hands, which is so troublesome.

He licked his lips again, supported his hands, and slowly got up.

After confirming that the cat is fine, of course it is time to appreciate the cuteness of the cat.

As he expected, he saw the expressions of shock, shame, doubt and so on in Zenyuan Shiye.

Mao Mao's cheeks were covered with red, not as red as the blood just now, but a slightly lighter red, reflected through the snow-white skin.

That is a healthy color.

He thought to himself that the food tonic these days seems to be very effective, and his cat's current appearance is much better than the distressed appearance when he first arrived.

So what are you going to feed your cat tomorrow?

By the way, the double punishment mentioned earlier seems to have fallen once?

But still going out tomorrow and some annoying flies to deal with...

His thinking gradually diverged, and he had already deviated from the question he originally thought about.

·

Zenyuan didn't even know what Gojo Satoru was thinking, his face flushed, and he stretched out his left hand again to stroke his forehead.

Unexpectedly, he found that there was no wound on his forehead, and his skin was smooth.

His eyes wandered to Wujo Wu's face again, and he saw the shallow wound on Wujo Wu's lip.

Shi Ye of the Chanyuan: "..."

No wonder he felt a little weird before, so...was it not he who was injured, but Gojo Satoru?

Sensing his gaze, Gojo Satoru spoke again.

"I'm sorry, Shiya~ stained your forehead~" After apologizing carelessly, Gojo Satoru licked his lips again, and then continued, "But it's done like this!"

Zenyuan Shi also looked at Wujo Wu, who was like a normal person, clutched his forehead tightly, and got out from under him.

So what the hell is he blushing!

With his back to Gojo Satoru, he secretly fanned his cheek with his right hand, trying to cool himself down.

But at this moment, Gojo Satoru posted up again.

All senses became extra sharp, he felt Gojo's chest pressed against his back, he felt Gojo's steady heartbeat, he felt Gojo's face brushing against his ears, he felt Gojo Satoru's chin rested on his shoulder.

He saw Gojo Satoru's hand come around from behind him, reaching towards his forehead.

The index finger, middle finger, ring finger, and little finger were gently lifted one by one, and then gently lowered.

Gojo Goto's coquettish voice sounded again: "What is it~ Are you despising me?"

While speaking, he continued to repeat the action just now, as if he was playing.

Zenyuan Shi finally said, "I... When did I despise you?"

Gojo Satoru continued to play with his fingers, and replied, "Then why do you keep covering this place?"

Shi Ye of the Chanyuan: "..."

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