Missy is also looking for death in the magic world today

Gojo Satoru's hands were faster than his mouth, and he had already lifted Kiritani Mio's chin while speaking, and wiped her nosebleed with a tissue.

"This is a brain shock and has nothing to do with you."

It's true, it's not a lie.

A traumatic experience that could kill a man would be polite enough to give her only a little nosebleed.

But thanks to him, she belatedly recalled the touch under her palm just now.Warm, firm, powerful.

Although it is very tacky, if you have to express it, it is really full of strong male hormones.

Kiritani Mio felt the temperature of the jaw pinched by him warm up.

"Miss Tong Gu, it's better not to blush at this time, so that the blood will flow faster."

Gojo Satoru looked at her face with a smile, and changed another tissue.

Being caught, Mio Kiritani forcibly pulled out the tissue from his hand, subconsciously moved away from him,

"Thank you...I'll come by myself."

"Don't do this next time."

Gojo Satoru watched her retreat to a safe social distance, feeling a little unhappy in his heart,

"Don't say anything, bear it alone, you will feel embarrassed if you make me invincible."

Why are you educating yourself seriously, and you're not his student...

Mio Kiritani pressed the tissue on her nose hard, looked away from his face, and said awkwardly,

"Although I am very grateful to Mr. Wujo for your concern, but rather than caring, you want to praise yourself more?"

"Miss Kiritani's shyness will also embarrass me."

Gojo Satoru please stop OOC, I'm sorry this kind of thing will never happen to you!

In order to prevent him from talking nonsense again, Kiritani Mio pointed at the bed, trying to divert his attention,

"look!"

Gojo Satoru moved his gaze away from her vivid face, and followed her fingers to the ground.

The ground was covered with blood-red footprints and drag marks intricately scattered on the originally white rice.

"This is... the shoe prints of two people."

"Well, the shape and pattern of these two shoe prints are the same, but the size is different. It is not the curse spirit that killed the maid, but the dead spirit of another maid."

Kiritani Mio briefly described what happened after she assumed the perspective of the maid before she died.

"A ghost?"

"Well, ghosts are formed by people's obsession after death. They have richer emotions and ideologies that used to be human beings. They cannot be brutally exorcised. Try to transcend." The effect of using violence to control violence is often not ideal, and She personally doesn't like doing it too much.

Since you can't start well and end well, it's okay to be more chic when you leave.

Come to think of it, I'm really a romantic.

"So, Miss Kiritani is a monk?"

"You really have sharp eyes!"

Kiritani Mio rolled his eyes at him, feeling that the nosebleeds seemed to stop flowing.She threw the used tissues into the trash can in the guest room, and moved to the bedside to reach for her shoes with her feet.

"I'll take a rest first, and we'll talk about the transgression later."

so hungry...

Summoning souls is too exhausting, not to mention that she has not eaten since the morning in order to carry out the suicide to the end.

"Miss Kiritani looks like a newborn deer."

Gojo Satoru held back a smile and pointed to her trembling legs in high heels,

"Just say it when you're hungry, it's not frank at all."

"I do not have."

It was nothing at first, but once he punctured it, Kiritani Mio always wanted to refute for no reason, and then she heard an untimely moan from her stomach.

Gojo Wujo's eyes were bent into a nice shape, and his smile deepened. He quickly put on the pair of shoes with expensive stitches, supported the bed with his slender arms, borrowed the elasticity of the mattress, and jumped out. rise.

"Come on, come on, let Xiaolu see if there are any surprises in the great painter's kitchen..."

Kiritani Mio pushed his shoulders out of the door in embarrassment.

The footsteps of the two became farther and farther away, and finally disappeared downstairs.

In the guest room, a dark figure flashed in from the unclosed door. He looked around anxiously, and after making sure that no one was there, he carefully packed the tissues in the trash can in a transparent bag.

……

"I didn't expect Mr. Wujo to be able to cook. What a surprise."

Mio Kiritani wanted to eat steak just by seeing the way Gojo Satoru cooked the steak.

"Don't underestimate the life skills of single men." Gojo Satoru operated in an orderly manner, and his mouth was not idle, "Didn't you say that I am invincible, and I can do anything~"

You certainly won't have children.

Kiritani Mio imagined the picture of Gojo Satoru going to the pregnancy test with his stomach upright, and secretly smiled.

"Miss Tong Gu, don't have strange ideas, I can let others live."

With his back to her, Gojo Satoru cut a piece of butter into the pan.

Too bad, forgot he had six eyes.

But how does he know what he thinks?

"Miss Tong Gu, you really understand well."

That's right, the expression is the same now, almost all the mental activities are written on the face.

This is not fair.

Mio Kiritani walked around from behind him to the other side of the central cooking counter with some indignation, staring straight at his face as if trying to win the game.

But soon, her full attention was uncontrollably focused on the steak sizzling in the pan.

In the end, unable to resist the temptation of food, she moved a chair and sat opposite him, watching him turn the steak over with his too good-looking hands, suddenly a little envious,

"I didn't expect the no-lower-limit technique to be quite practical. It won't splash oil at all, and the clothes won't get dirty."

"Miss, please look here."

Gojo Satoru pointed to his chest, and there was a faint lipstick mark on the white T-shirt.

It was printed on it by himself after he lifted the no-lower-limit spell during the summoning of the soul.

Kiritani Mio was once again embarrassed, and forcibly sullen. The once strong character design can't count how many times he has encountered Waterloo on him.

The T-shirt he was wearing could not be compensated with her current salary, so rationally she chose to shut up decisively.

Gojo Satoru sprinkled a little of Guérande's salt flowers on the exquisitely presented steak. It has to be said that the master's kitchen is indeed a bit of a surprise.

The warm yellow light of the restaurant softly enveloped Gojo Satoru, making him look a little more at home.

A good-looking man looks good in everything he does...

Kiritani Misaki, who walked to the kitchen smelling the aroma, couldn't help feeling emotional.

Kiritani Mio and Gojo Satoru, who had heard her footsteps a long time ago, seemed to have not seen her, they calmly cut and enjoyed the steaks in their hands, and even opened a bottle of red wine in the mood.

"Mr. Wujo, my sister's heart is not good, so she can't drink alcohol."

This bottle of red wine finally found an opportunity for Misaki Kiritani to shake off the embarrassing situation.

Gojo Satoru, who was about to pour red wine into the goblet, paused for a moment, and glanced at Mio Kiritani, Mio Kiritani stopped the knife and fork in her hand and looked back at him, with rare restraint,

"A little bit is fine."

Just kidding, she has just been charged with the most powerful battery for spells, and she can drink even vodka.

Gojo Satoru smiled slightly, continued the action just now, and poured a little extra for her.

"Sister, don't be angry, take care of your body."

Misaki Kiritani gathered the woolen shawl on her body, but she still couldn't hold back and walked over to persuade her, her eyes seemed to be heartbroken, but her eyes could not help but drift to Gojo Satoru's face.

Why does everyone think I'm being angry?

Kiritani Mio was so helpless, so helpless, so helpless that she ignored this person again, treating her as air.

Gojo Satoru had nothing to say to her, he and Kiritani Mio ate the steak quietly, clinking glasses of wine tacitly from time to time.

This disregard by the two men is not very harmful, but it is extremely insulting.So much so that Kiritani Misaki felt that she was standing at the table, just like a waiter in a high-end restaurant.

Here we go again, that ladylike air.

Kiritani Misaki suddenly recalled their first meeting in that house.

That straight back, slightly retracted chin, elegant walking posture...

All the time, she reminded herself that she was just an illegitimate daughter who couldn't get on the stage.

It really took her many years to step on the soles of her feet, why did she get up again now?

Is it because of this man?

Kiritani Misaki looked at Gojo Satoru jealously, and saw the faint lip marks on his skirt at a glance.

She felt that a string called reason in her head was broken.

Why? !Why is this crooked waste? !There are almost no men who don't hang around her, what's wrong with me?

Kiritani Misaki took a step back in shock after being quite stimulated.

This scene fell in the eyes of Nakamura Tomokazu who had just entered the kitchen, that is, his beloved girl was being bullied.

"Misaki, why are you here? What happened?"

"It's nothing."

Misaki Kiritani was relieved facing Tomokazu Nakamura, finally she was no longer a background board in this small theater, and luckily someone came to act opposite her.

She smiled reluctantly, but looked at the red wine in Kiritani Mio's hand again and again.

But she really underestimated how much attention Nakamura Tomokazu paid to Kiritani Mio. wine glass,

"Little Mio, how can you drink, have you forgotten your body?"

Little Mio?Kiritani Misaki looked at Nakamura Tomokazu in surprise, why did he call him so intimate?

The wine glass was taken away without warning, Kiritani Mio was really a little angry this time, and Gojo Satoru opened her mouth before she could speak,

"I'll help her remember, Mr. Nakamura doesn't have to worry."

He stood up with a smile and went to the cup holder not far away to take back another wine glass, and poured wine for Kiritani Mio again, which happened to be the amount left in the glass just now.

"That one is dirty, change it."