My Wife's Traditional Performing Arts

The next day, the exorcism of the cursed spirit went very smoothly. Even if Yidizhi Jiegao was worried about whether a group of mafia would come to camp, nothing happened in the end.

The memory of being besieged by a strong man in a black suit with a submachine gun was like a mirage. After one night, all the signs disappeared without a trace, as if Yokohama was really a friendly seaside city with simple folk customs.

Everything was the same as what Gojo Satoru had conveyed before he left, and no one in Yokohama came to do anything to them again.

The superintendent of conjuration at the bottom of the food chain wiped off his sweat, glanced in the rearview mirror at the students who were sleeping staggeringly in the back seat, and breathed a sigh of relief.

In short...it’s a good thing that nothing happened, Ichiko thought, once faced with the black holes pointing at him, he already had a psychological shadow on Yokohama, and he must stay away from Yokohama-related tasks in the future Far away, I would rather be squeezed by Gojo Wu than come to this place where he has ptsd, it's terrible!

"The supervisor's expression is so strange, it looks so distorted, as if he is about to cry. 』

My wife Xia Ye, who was the only sober person in the back seat, glanced at the part-time driver's superintendent curse for some reason, and then she didn't draw unnecessary attention away, focusing all her attention on the silver-haired spellcaster in the seat next to her.

The spellcaster with his head down obviously didn't sleep well last night, his eyes were particularly blue, his arms were wrapped around his chest, he leaned on the back of the chair with his shoulders folded, his eyes were closed and he swayed with the bumps of the car, The lower half of his face was huddled in the piled high collar, his brows were slightly furrowed, and he was sleeping extremely unsteadily.

Sunlight came in through the car window, sprinkled on the light-colored eyelashes, and cast shadows under the eyes in small pieces. A little flickering is a kaleidoscopic light spot that makes people unable to move their eyes. My wife Xia Ye's sight seems to be stuck tightly. , I can't even move it.

"Really like. 』

"I want to touch Thorn-kun's eyelashes. 』

"I want to kiss Mr. Thorn's eyes. 』

So my wife Xia Ye tilted her head and watched for a while, and after confirming that the other party was really sleepy, and she was not woken up in such an uncomfortable situation, she decisively stretched out her hand, wrapped her arms around the silver-haired boy's shoulders, and let him The man lay on his lap.

"Bonito--"

The dog curly thorn woke up for a moment, his purple eyes suddenly opened, and there was still a daze and sleepiness in it, but before he subconsciously propped up the seat and sat up, his eyes were blocked by a hand line of sight.

Some of the harsh sunlight was covered, the palms covering the eyes were warm, and the back of the head was resting on the soft thighs. The owner of the knee pillow bewitched him with a light voice:

"If Mr. Thorn is sleepy, just sleep like this."

"..."

...just, just sleep.

Gou Juanji thought so dimly, and his consciousness gradually sank again.

*******

The group of people returned to the relatively remote Conjuration High School when a large cloud of fire was spreading across the sky.

After Yiji Jiegao sent a few students back, he went to join a class at an unknown place. Chanyuan Maki took Pang Da to find Noctua Masamune, probably because he wanted to ask why the mafia would do something to them.

In addition, there may be other reasons, such as the pink bubbles and knee pillows she saw after waking up in the car... Zenyuan Maki, who has never been in love since she grew up, is not envious, but she is sore It's still normal.

(Zenyuan Maki: Damn it, the cold dog food is slapping my face carelessly.)

My wife Xia Ye happily served as a knee pillow for the real man all afternoon, and enthusiastically sent a "good afternoon post" after the dog curled up. What other thoughts, from the beginning to the end maintained a weird silence, let my wife Xia Ye hug and charge with empty eyes.

"Mr. Thorn is already very familiar with my hug, so happy!" 』

"I didn't show any intention of refusing, even if I found out my intention, I didn't avoid it. Can it be said that Mr. Thorn subconsciously likes my approach?" 』

"In this way, even if we only proceed step by step, we can get closer to Mr. Thorn..."

Fingers clasped, my wife Xia Ye intertwined fingers with the silver-haired boy who had already acquiesced in this action with high spirits. There were pink flowers floating in the background, and she looked obedient and obedient. As for what was thinking in her heart... that was not The dog curly spine can guess.

"It can be done step by step, but not fast enough, I can't wait. 』

My wife Natsuno naturally thought.

"Just holding hands and hugging, I am no longer satisfied with this level of contact, I want to kiss Mr. Thorn, I don't want to refuse, and I don't want to be hindered by spells, I must kiss Mr. Thorn." 』

"I'll make it tonight. Mr. Ji bought rice balls from the Yokohama bento shop and brought them back. I had already added sleeping pills in the car, and everyone was drowsy. My movements are very convenient.The bug in Mr. Thorn's dormitory has not run out of battery, as long as I confirm that the rice ball is eaten, I can act. 』

It was not until the corner of the stairs in the dormitory building where the grades were divided that my wife Xia Ye reluctantly released her hand. The dormitory for the second grade was upstairs within a year. When attacking at night, it is still not suitable to be found out what you are thinking.

"Be sure to rest well, Mr. Thorn."

My wife Natsuno waved her hand expectantly, her cheeks flushed slightly, her pink pupils were full of hidden inevitability, and watched as the silver-haired spellcaster turned up the stairs carrying a convenience bag containing sleeping pills and rice balls .

『Now, all we have to do is wait. 』

……

in the dormitory.

The dog Juanji put the convenience bag on the table, and then sat at the end of the bed. His purple eyes were fixed on the rice balls lying in the transparent bag. It took a long time before he moved his eyes.

The bedding on the bed no longer smelled of sweet peaches, and in the trash basket lay the rice ball packaging bag that I forgot to throw away two days ago. The dog Jujuji didn't know what to think of, and his eyes became thoughtful.

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『The dose is one pill, because if you add more, Mr. Thorn may notice that the taste is not right, and it may be regarded as spoiled food. If it is thrown away, it will not be useful. 』

With a "click", the old door lock popped open, and my wife Xia Ye pulled out the wire with ease, bent it twice, and threw it into her pocket.

The room was quiet, except for the sound of my wife Xia Ye closing the door behind her backhand, and the sound of the shallow breathing of a sleeping person. My wife Xia Ye glanced at the trash can and saw a crumpled rice ball packaging bag.

"The diary only records the information that I can get, so I can only see "the sound of 'cracking' plastic bags" and "Mr. Thorn said good night to himself with 'salmon salmon'", which is not very good. Separate the specific situation - but there seems to be nothing wrong. 』

My wife Natsuno's face became hot with excitement, and her breathing also increased excess heat. When people are excited, adrenaline will rise, and correspondingly, their breathing will speed up and their heartbeat will speed up. My wife Natsuno is no exception.

"A sleeping pill has the possibility of being awakened. Therefore, once Mr. Thorn has a sign of awakening, he must be prevented from speaking. As long as Mr. Thorn cannot speak, he cannot use spells, so there is no way to stop him from speaking." me. 』

Knees were pressed against the bed, and the ordinary student wooden bed made a "squeak", but neither of them was affected. My wife Xia Ye didn't care about other things at all. He pulled the bed to the bridge of the sleeping man's nose with fiery eyes. The quilt on the bed was pulled down, revealing the dark snake-eye pattern spreading from the edge of the mouth.

"I want to touch. 』

So I tapped it with my cold fingertips, and slid along the somewhat uneven touch of the curse pattern, tracing the round snake's eyes and the contours of the corners of the lips.

The touch from the fingertips seems to be connected to the heart, the fingers are itchy, and the heart is also "thumping". In this extraordinarily quiet atmosphere, the rapid heartbeat can almost be heard.

Kneeling on both sides of the curser's body, with one hand resting on the edge of the pillow, and the other hand caressing the side of the silver-haired boy's face, my wife Xia Ye stared at him from top to bottom with her pink eyes wide open. Looking at the dog's sleeping face with curly spines, after looking at it for a few seconds, he murmured softly:

"Mr. Thorn...is he really asleep?"

The response was still clear and long breathing, but it was probably a little itchy from my wife Xia Ye's fingertips. The silver-haired boy with his eyes closed couldn't help but frowned, but he didn't move any more after that. After the feeling of touch stopped, his brows stretched again, and he still seemed to be in a deep sleep, with no intention of waking up.

"Are you really asleep?If you fall asleep, I will kiss you. 』

My wife Xia Ye leaned down slightly, and her warm breath almost hit the corner of the curser's lips, the tip of his nose was almost touching the tip of his nose. After a pause, he lowered his eyelids slightly, and continued to move closer—then he was about to When it was printed on the lips with the pattern of snake eyes, it suddenly stopped.

One of his hands was still caressing the side of the silver-haired spellcaster's face, with uneven dark lines on his fingertips, but he didn't know when his wrist was firmly grasped, and his slender fingers were clasped on the thin wrist bones , strength gradually increased.

The tightly closed eyes slowly opened, and the clear purple eyes were obviously sober. Then my wife Xia Ye's cheeks were flushed, her eyes were hot, and she said with a vague smile in her breath:

"The heartbeat of 'Dong Dong' is so obvious that it's too noisy to my ears—Mr. Thorn is deliberately pretending to be asleep, is he waiting for me?"

『The packaging bag is from before. Mr. Ji did not eat the rice balls with sleeping pills, but he still played with the sound of opening the plastic package. After I closed the door, the heartbeat sounded heavy and loud again. , but still lying on the bed and pretending to be asleep... What, didn't you already guess that I gave him sleeping pills? 』

The eyes of the pink-haired boy were covered with a layer of mist, and under the dim light there was a bewildering harmless pink color. The "inquiry" that he said made people's ears feel hot, and the posture of leaning on the ears and looking down revealed a sense of innocence. Unabashed intent.

The dog curly spine blinked, and opened his mouth without hesitation:

【Don't--】

"--that's not allowed."

Before he could say "don't move", he was stopped by a thumb that was pressed against his jaw suddenly. My wife Xia Ye quickly raised the other arm that was not gripped by the wrist, and took advantage of the curse without hesitation. When I used it, I opened my mouth and pressed my thumb.

The dog Juanji was stunned for a moment before he could react, and the next moment, two fingers followed up decisively. The knuckles of the index finger pressed the tongue, and the knuckles of the middle finger pressed against the base of the tongue, and pulled his tongue out from his mouth.

"Finally met—"

The pink-haired boy's eyes were burning, and his cheeks were flushed pink with excitement. He said in a soft tone:

"Sure enough, I really like the curse pattern on Lord Thorn's tongue."