The Law of the Heart of the Strongest Magician

This sleep was not restful.

Ever since wielding the power of the Sword of Damocles, she has been having nightmares, which is why she has always resisted summoning her own sword.

The most hopeless thing is that after waking up, I can't remember the content of the dream.

But the fear of suffocation in the dream would wrap around her neck like a weed, making her unable to breathe in pain.

The phone is not with me, and the ringer does not know what time it is, and can only sense a kind of quietness that is almost dead from the dark silence.

Such silence made her feel panicked, more scared than ever.

She reached out to turn on the light and found the switch after groping for a long time, but the switch didn't seem to be the big light on the ceiling, but the night light by the bedside, with only a hazy circle of light.

This small circle of dim light is enough.

Dispelling the suffocating feeling of floating in the deep black sea, she calmed down her breathing in the dark night, but the suffocating feeling in the dream still hadn't completely disappeared.

Ling Yao sat up, and after a while, she got off the bed and put on her slippers.

She walked to the door of the room in a low voice, pushed the door open, and tried out with the light of the night light in the room, but the light was too weak, and the place that could be illuminated was limited, and it was difficult to see clearly when the bell rang. rough outline.

The living room was as quiet as if no one was there. She didn't know if Gojo Satoru had fallen asleep, and she was afraid that turning on the light directly would disturb him, so she put a small stream of fireflies in her palm to illuminate it.

Following the outline illuminated by the light, she saw the figure of Gojo Satoru on the sofa.

In the faint light and shadow, he was like a silent patron saint statue. Even though he was just lying there silently, the suffocating panic in his chest dissipated a lot immediately.

Ling Yao stood and watched for a while, but Gojo Satoru was still lying there motionless, she couldn't help wondering, did Gojo Satoru really fall asleep?

But...it's late summer now, and after it rained, the temperature has dropped a lot, and the temperature at night is even lower, so you'll catch cold when you lie down like this.

He gave her his blanket, and what he said was, he didn't need to sleep at night.

Ling Yao thought for a while, then quietly returned to the room, hugged the blanket, and returned to the sofa.

Liu Ying was by her side to illuminate the light for her, the light was not too glaring, so it wouldn't wake Gojo Satoru, but it could barely see clearly.

The blanket lightly covered Gojo Satoru's body.

Afraid that she would wake Gojo Satoru, she moved as lightly as possible, holding the corner of the blanket to cover him.

Seeing Wujou put on the blanket, Ling Yao was satisfied.

When he turned around and was about to leave, suddenly, someone grabbed his wrist.

That hand pulled her back forcefully, her eyes twirled, and when Ling Yao could see clearly what was in front of her again, she had already fallen down and lay on Gojo Wu's body, nose to nose, and Wujo Wu's radiant eyes in front of her eyes eye.

Eyes of azure blue, blue as precious as jewels.

At this time, the end of his eyes was hooked into a smile, so the blue of those eyes became a shimmering lake surface, and became the brightest light source in the silent night.

He smiled, "Is this going to go?"

Ling Yao felt uncomfortable lying on top of him, especially when they were face to face at such a close distance.

Stiff for a moment, Ling Yao tried to stand up.

However, the hand that grabbed her wrist still held her, and didn't give her a chance to leave.

Gojo Satoru was lying under him, and he pinched her face leisurely with the other hand, smiling lazily: "I don't say anything at all."

Ling Yao struggled to no avail, "You... let me get up first."

"Ling Yao, tell me what to do."

"What, what should I do?"

He laughed. In the dimly lit night, his face was close at hand, and his voice was a little loose and smiling, "I accidentally fell asleep, and I seem to have caught a little cold."

Ling Yao suddenly became a little anxious, "Then I'll give you the blanket, and you can sleep under it. Is it serious?"

"But it's still early in the morning, so I can't let you catch a cold. It doesn't matter, you just take the blanket back and cover it, and pour me a cup of hot water." He said, and let go of her hand.

Ling Yao hesitated, stood up first and poured him hot water.

This time Gojo Satoru didn't deliberately stop her like just now, she got up from Gojo Satoru very smoothly.

But there seemed to be no hot water in the kettle. After I came back, I took a shower and went to bed, so there was no boiling water.

Ling Yao took the kettle to connect the water, plugged in the power supply, stood in front of the kettle, and listened to the sound of the kettle boiling water. During this time, she didn't dare to turn her head to look in Wujo Wu's direction.

Although, in the dark, she couldn't see Gojo Satoru clearly.

During the few minutes of waiting for the hot water to boil, the time seemed extremely long. Gojo Satoru didn't talk to her, and she didn't know why. Free and stiff.

She held the wrist that was just grabbed by Gojo Satoru, squeezed it, let it go, squeezed it, and let it go again.

Repeat this cycle until the hot water is boiled.

She poured the water, returned to Wujo Wu, put the water glass on the tea table in front of her, and said, "The water is still very hot, let's drink it later."

Gojo Satoru sat on the sofa, "Yes."

It was rare to see him quiet, his tall figure hidden in the dimly lit darkness, as quiet as an overly well-behaved cat, making people wonder what he was thinking for a moment.

Ling Yao hesitated for a while, "Then... I'll go back to sleep first."

Gojo Satoru raised his eyes and looked over, "Take the blanket back."

"I'll give it to you. Didn't you catch a cold?"

"Ling Yao, are you afraid of injections?"

"..." Ling Yao nodded honestly, "I'm afraid."

"So, take the blanket back. When you get sick and get an injection, I'm the one who's in trouble."

Gojo Satoru picked up the blanket, threw it at Ling Yao, and covered her with his pocket.

Ling Yao grabbed a corner of the blanket, but didn't know what to do, either intellectually or emotionally, it seemed that she didn't want Wujo Wu to catch a cold.

Just when she was at a loss, Gojo Satoru's voice came again, with a somewhat unscrupulous smile, "Ah—I know, you are feeling sorry for me, right?"

"I..." The subconsciously retorted syllable choked in his throat, and there was no more words for a long time.

It seems wrong not to refute, and it seems wrong to refute.

In the next second, Gojo Satoru stepped in front of her and pulled off the blanket that was still covering her head. The faint light illuminated the field of vision again, and Gojo Satoru was face to face.

Without the cover of the blanket, it was like an ostrich's bunker being smashed from the outside. In the hazy light, she had to face Gojo Satoru face to face.

He still had a good smile and pinched her face, "What will happen if you admit it."

Ling Yao tried to negotiate the terms, "Then... if I admit it, will you cover me with a blanket?"

Gojo Satoru readily agreed this time, with the corners of his lips curled up, "Yes, of course. So - admit it quickly."

Ling Yao didn't dare to look at him, but fixed her eyes on his shoulders, and said in a low voice, "I feel a little distressed, and I don't want you to catch a cold, so you should cover me with the blanket."

"Okay." He snapped his fingers.

Take the blanket from her hands.

In the next second, someone grabbed her wrist again.

At this moment, the world fell rapidly with the strength on her wrist, and she fell into an embrace with the scent of dessert, her cheek pressed against his chest without warning, and his breath was in her nose.

"You can't catch a cold either."

In the ear, close at hand, is his voice, which comes from his throat, and seems to come from the vibration of his chest.

The sofa wasn't particularly spacious, and he was lying on his side, trapping her between his body and the back of the sofa.

It was so tight that her cheek was always nestled in his chest. In the dark and hidden gap, her heartbeat was infinitely enlarged, so she didn't dare to look up to see the outside world.

He pulled the blanket and covered her up, then patted her on the head, "I'm lying to you, it's not far from dawn, and I'm going to get up and go back to the college after a short sleep, go back and catch up on sleep."

His tone was as usual, light and airy, with his unique flamboyance and casualness.

The bell shook stiffly in his arms and did not move, only he could hear it, his chest was overflowing with an unstoppable beating.

But this stiffness didn't last long, because she was very tired from playing in the playground during the day and spent a lot of energy, and she was really sleepy.

So, warm, cozy, and... the peace of mind of not having nightmares, she fell asleep quickly.

This feeling is very strange, usually at night when she still has nightmares, as long as Gojo Satoru is by her side, the nightmares will not come to her door again, and she has slept more comfortably than before in the bed in the room for a few hours.

She had a rare sleep without nightmares, and she felt more comfortable than ever.

So, when she woke up in the morning, she looked at Wujo Gojo who had woken up and stood on the balcony, and couldn't help asking a question he thought was a fool: "Wu, can your spell enter my dream?" ?”

The sky was bright early, and the morning light was slightly cool, falling from the tips of his silver-white light-colored hair, like shimmering stardust.

He looked down, the corners of his lips curled up, as if holding back a smile: "—Where did this idea come from?"

Knowing that his smile represented ridicule, she was not annoyed because she was so happy.

I was used to having nightmares every night, and suddenly I felt a sense of relief, and the feeling of suffocation in my chest did not bother me, and I felt a sense of being rescued again.

She said in a tone of gratitude: "Because I have nightmares every night, including last night... But after you were by my side, I didn't have nightmares anymore. It seems that I'm not used to it. Did you come into my dream Chased away?"

I thought he would laugh at himself.

But when he heard her say that she would have nightmares every day, he frowned slightly and asked, "Can you remember the content of the dream?"

Ling Yao shook her head honestly, "I forgot when I woke up, I have no memory at all."

Gojo Satoru rubbed her head softly, "Then when you go to sleep at night, I will be by your side and wait for you to fall asleep before leaving."

Instead, he made her a little uncomfortable, and her heart skipped a beat.

But his eyes fell on the window sill in front of him, and he didn't look at her. She hid her throbbing for a moment, and pretended to change the topic naturally: "What are you looking at here?"

"Photos." He didn't care about her changing the subject, and picked up the thing he had been looking at just now on the window sill.

He shook the dust that didn't exist on it, and handed it to her, "Remember this?"

— Really a photo.

It's the blank card from the playground last night.

At that time, she thought that Gojo Satoru was opening his eyes and talking nonsense to tease herself, but it was really a photo?

The photo was taken beautifully, her hair was blowing slightly in the wind, when Gojo Satoru suddenly called her name, she turned her head.

It is fixed at this time.

She happened to be facing the camera, and she looked a little dazed because she didn't know why he suddenly called her.

Wujo Gojo lazily leaned against the window sill next to him, his eyelids slightly lifted and he smiled, "Do you still remember the bet last night?"

——Yes, I even made a bet.

Ling Yao was a little annoyed and confused: "How could it turn into a photo? It was clearly a blank card last night."

"I'm willing to accept the bet, stupid kid, but you have to promise me one thing if you lose."

Ling Yao pinched the photo and looked up: "Okay... I won't play tricks, just tell me."

The light in the morning is very gentle, like a thin layer of fog, covering the criss-cross streets and alleys.The potted plants on the window sill climbed into the light and grew quietly and vigorously in the misty white.

Time seemed to have stopped at this moment.

The roar of the vehicles passing by in the distance seemed to take away all the hustle and bustle of the whole world, and took away all her nerves and senses with the departure of the sound.

——Only the warm kiss on the forehead remained.

Gojo Satoru leaned over slowly when her voice fell, as light as a cloud but as hot as the sun.

His face close at hand blocked her view, only the gap between the ends of his hair could see the sky outside the balcony, and the thin morning fog covered the opposite floor.

The tall buildings seem to inherit the temperature of the sky, condensing into azure lighthouses in the morning fog.

If there is anything left in this world that can be felt other than the warmth on her forehead, it is her beating heart.

Suddenly, she remembered a night before.

It was Gojo Satoru on the way to send her home, the lights were bright and bright, passing silently through his eyes, as if embracing countless stars, he smiled at her indifferently in the night wind.

He said, Ling Yao, did I not tell you that I like you?