The Law of the Heart of the Strongest Magician

It was already night, and the bell rang silently, listening to the sound of water coming from the bathroom.

The door of the bathroom seemed to divide two worlds. She was outside the door, silent and uneasy, and Gojo Satoru was on the other side of the door, and the sound of water was noisy.

Her anxiety can only be relieved by playing with the kitten, shaking the cat teasing stick in her hand, shaking it once and for all.

The kitten is particularly interested in the cat teasing stick, no matter how many times it plays, it never gets tired of it.

At this time, it only had the dangling cat teaser in its eyes, and didn't notice Ling Yao's absent-mindedness at all.

"Meow-"

The kitten squealed dissatisfiedly at its feet.

The bell rang back to her senses, only to realize that she had lost her mind again, and the cat teasing stick in her hand stopped unknowingly.

She hurriedly continued to shake the cat teaser, and the kitten jumped up happily again.

The wrist was shaking mechanically, but her attention was always on the kiss just now... She only remembered that she was so nervous that her mind went blank, but now she was tirelessly recalling the details inch by inch, simulating the kiss just now over and over again in her mind. screen.

Over and over again, his temperature, his smile, and the clusters of joy in his heart.

The corners of the mouth are rising again.

He forgot to shake the cat teaser in his hand again, causing the kitten to be dissatisfied again, "Meow meow meow meow."

"The bell rings—"

Gojo Satoru's voice came from inside through the mist in the bathroom.

She recovered and turned to the bathroom: "What's wrong?"

"Get me a towel?"

"Oh, oh oh... I'll be right there."

Ling Yao put down the cat teaser and went to the cabinet to find towels.

The kitten lost its toy and followed her feet, whining and whining.

Opening the cabinet door, Ling Yao saw that in her closet, there was a compartment full of clothes that did not belong to her.

After she promised to restore Wujo Wu's memory, she said that he would faint and sleep, so Wujo Wu said that he had to take a bath before going to bed, and he couldn't sleep without a bath.

...It seems that I have never seen him so particular before.

But she has just been in a deep sleep for half a year, and her memory is not very good. She is not sure at the moment whether she remembers wrongly, but taking a bath is not a troublesome thing. The only trouble is that she has no change of clothes here.

Who knows, Gojo Satoru said, "Yes, why not."

After he finished speaking, he opened her closet, took out a change of clothes familiarly, and walked directly into her bathroom. This level of familiarity did not feel like once or twice.

Ling Yao looked at him without any sense of unfamiliarity, and always wondered if something happened that she didn't know about in the past six months when she was asleep.

Before she realized that she should ask what was going on, Gojo Satoru had already closed the bathroom door.

Ling Yao took out the towel from the closet and walked towards the bathroom.

At this time, the sound of water in the bathroom had stopped, and the warm orange light inside was reflected on the door of the bathroom. On the translucent and blurred frosted glass, a tall figure was faintly reflected.

Through the barrier of frosted glass, it can only be seen roughly that it is a figure, but when I think of the naked person inside, I feel inexplicably embarrassed.

She turned the doorknob, opened only a small gap, and passed her hand through the door.

He turned his head in another direction, for fear of accidentally seeing something.

However, in the next second, the door was pulled open from the inside.

A warm hand inside grabbed her wrist and dragged her in. The hot air in the bathroom immediately expanded every sense of her senses, even causing her body temperature to rise.

Ling Yao paled in shock and quickly closed her eyes.

Stumbling even when speaking, "You, what are you doing?"

"You don't need to close your eyes so tightly, the creases at the corners of your eyes are all wrinkled into buns." He chuckled lightly, speaking casually, mocking her unceremoniously.

His voice was extremely low in the hot air of the bathroom, as if it was vibrating in his ears.

"I...Aren't I afraid of accidentally seeing something?" She closed her eyes, not daring to relax at all.

Gojo Satoru chuckled, "Really."

"..." Ling Yao closed her eyes, but felt his straightforward gaze, and felt more and more embarrassed, so she simply covered her face with both hands.

As soon as she covered her face, Gojo Satoru reached out and took her hand off.

Bell shook her face tightly, refusing to take it off.

"Okay." He thought it was funny, and his tone was full of laughter, "I'm wearing clothes, please open your eyes."

She couldn't believe it a little bit, and hesitated: "...Really?"

"Really——" he said lightly, "Why should I lie to you?"

"..."

She still couldn't believe it, "Then why do you ask me to take a towel? How can you wear clothes without washing water..."

He took it for granted, "The towel I asked you to take is for drying your hair."

"...?"

Ling Yao's hands covering her face trembled slightly, "Then I... took it down?"

He sneered, "Childish ghost."

"..."

His ridicule inexplicably hit her point of anger, and she took off her hand angrily, intending to prove that she was not a childish ghost.

At this time, I heard him say again, "Even if you don't wear it, so what, it's not that you didn't wear it, why are you embarrassed?"

"..."

The hand that hadn't been completely removed quickly covered it back.

She blushed, and this time she didn't hold back anymore, she was really embarrassed, "You, you, you, you, put it on, and then talk to me."

"You are still not convinced that you are a childish ghost, so I will say it casually, and it will scare you out of your true self."

Ling Yao didn't move and didn't refute.

Gojo Satoru thought it was amusing, so he moved closer, and deliberately lowered his voice next to her ear, "Are you sure you don't want to take a look? My figure is very good, and I will definitely satisfy you."

The bell rang red to the tips of her ears, and her voice stuttered, "No, no, don't look at it, you can put on your clothes."

He wiped his hair and put the towel away.

He stretched out his hand and pulled her two hands down without any effort, but she still closed her eyes tightly.

The white and translucent skin seemed to be ripe red in the hot bathroom, and the eyelashes trembled slightly.

Gojo Satoru grabbed her hand and touched his body.

Ling Yao turned pale with fright, and tried to hide back, but her strength was no match for Gojo Satoru, so her hand was still pulled over.

Hands were placed on his chest.

...Uh, slippery fabric, actually wearing clothes?

Gojo Satoru kept watching her expression, seeing the little girl's astonished face, he was a little amused: "Do you believe it now? Open your eyes if you believe it."

"..."

Ling Yao was silent for a while, then slowly opened her eyes.

In the warm light in the bathroom, her lowered gaze had just recovered her vision, and she inadvertently fell on the hem of his clothes. She suddenly remembered the time when she was at the High School of Conjuration during the summer vacation. One morning, she went to Gojo Satoru's room. The scene I hit...

As if she had been burned, she quickly retracted her hand, "Then come back to me after you finish wiping your hair."

Then quickly fled the bathroom.

Back in the room, she covered her face with her hands, the temperature was very hot.

The temperature outside was not that high, so she felt her face drop a little, Gojo Satoru was no longer reluctant, and the sound of a hair dryer came from behind.

A few minutes later, he dried his hair, and started calling her name again, "The bell—here, what's the wind blowing while standing at the window?"

It's still important to get down to business... Ling Yao walked back to his side, thinking of the memory of their acquaintance, she still felt uneasy.

But she promised him, she couldn't break her promise, "Then you... lie down."

Gojo Satoru glanced at the bed in her room, and when he looked at her again, he raised his eyes, "Sleeping on your bed?"

"..." Ling Yao nodded, "En."

"Then where do you sleep at night?"

"I'll wait for you to wake up..."

He glanced at her, "You will look like I'm bullying you."

Ling Yao was afraid that he might misunderstand, "No, I actually can't sleep... I'll just wait for you to wake up, I really can't sleep."

Gojo Satoru was silent for a while, and his sloppy look also subsided.

He looked at her, and after a while, he said: "If I think about that memory and it will make you uncomfortable, I don't have to restore it."

Ling Yao was stunned.

He took her hand, pulled her over and sat on his lap, put one arm around her waist and gently hugged her, and squeezed her face with the other hand, "Aren't you still recovering, sleeping Come on, have a good rest."

After speaking, he carried her over and put her on the bed, and tucked her in the quilt by the way.

The tips of his hair carried the freshly washed fragrance, very light, like moonlight, like a lake, more like wind chimes swaying in memory.

The light above his head fell down, outlining his shoulders and backs into broad and reliable lines. Between the bright light and shadow, the tip of his hair shone with a silvery white light.

She kept staring at him, Gojo Satoru raised his eyes, just caught her gaze, and still had that lazy look when he smiled, "Even if I'm good-looking, I don't have to stare for so long, right?"

When he smiled, the tails of his eyes were slightly raised, and there was a unique sharpness in his brows and eyes.

Ling Yao stretched out her hand from under the quilt, and tugged at the corner of his clothes.

Wujo Wu looked over and said, "Speak up if you have something to say."

She paused, "You...I'll restore your memory."

"..." Wutiao Satoru was speechless, "Are you negotiating conditions with me? But the sentence you mentioned was a little too soft. I didn't, didn't, heard, saw a single word."

Ling Yao sat up, messing up all the corners of the quilt that he had just stuffed.

He was still sitting on the edge of the bed, not as tall as when he stood up, and he could only touch him if he lowered his head in advance.

She quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, and in the astonishment that flashed across Wutiao Wu's eyes, she carelessly rubbed his lips, "I said give me a kiss and I'll recover."

He licked his lips lightly, and smiled shamelessly: "Why are you gnawing like a puppy?"

He clasped Ling Yao's wrist, and pulled her closer, "My dear, it's too perfunctory, is that what I taught you just now?"

Ling Yao didn't care about his teasing any more, she just lowered her head and said, "After you wake up... teach me."

After a while, Gojo Satoru let go of her wrist and lay down.

Ling Yao covered him with the quilt, remained silent, Liu Ying jumped out of her palm, and her palm slowly moved to Gojo Wu's forehead.

She is always restless.

He smiled at her, "Don't be afraid."

Then, amidst the scattered fireflies, he closed his eyes.