The Law of the Heart of the Strongest Magician

Gojo Satoru simply and rudely brought the bell to the desk.

The dessert I bought when I came here was casually placed on the table, Gojo Satoru moved towards her at this moment.

Ling Yao looked at the desserts, then Wujo Wu.

However, the other party raised his chin and didn't look at her at all.

A thought faintly jumped in Ling Yao's heart, and she couldn't help but confirm, "You bought it for me?"

"That's why, don't use those words to describe me, it's very, very inappropriate." Gojo Satoru took advantage of this to preach, and glanced at her from the corner of her eye, as if she was still unhappy about what Ling Yao said before.

"...I'm just telling the truth." Ling Yao insisted on her position in a low voice.

Wujo Wujo was happy, and finally looked her in the right eye, "I'm really curious, what is the reason why you can't lie?"

Ling Yao blinked and looked at him.

But with the sweet smell of dessert on the tip of her nose, she was a little absent-minded.

From time to time, she stared at the desserts on the table from the corner of her eye.

Such a small action did not escape Gojo Wu's eyes at all, and he was speechless, just randomly grabbed a bag and threw it into Ling Yao's arms, "Eat it if you want."

Ling Yao didn't care about Gojo Satoru's actions, which are not gentle at all, and when he caught the dessert bag, his heart jumped with joy.

Gojo Satoru continued to ask, "Can you remember something?"

However, Ling Yao just looked at him with a sad face.

He looked down at the dessert bag in his hand again.

"..."

Looking at each other for a second, Gojo Satoru understood something from the other's eyes.

Reaching out to take the dessert bag back, he tore it casually, and an opening was torn open in the bag.

Stuffing it back into Ling Yao's hand again, seeing Ling Yao's stretched eyebrows, she sighed speechlessly: "Can't you even tear off the packaging bag?"

"I can't remember." Ling Yao took a small bite of the dessert, and answered the question he asked earlier, "I only remember a little bit of things when I was a child."

"No memory of not being able to lie?"

"...No, right?" Ling Yao stopped chewing, tilted her head to think for a while, and said, "No. Is this very important?"

"Forget it, it doesn't matter even if it's a curse, it's good for children to be honest." Gojo Wu watched Ling Yao from the corner of his eyes and continued to bury his head in eating dessert.

The long and thin eyelashes are like a feather fan, with gentle shadows hanging down under the eyes. When eating, they take small mouthfuls of food, with a quiet appearance, like a rabbit concentrating on gnawing carrots.

Instead, she suddenly thought of the guilty look on her face when she couldn't save those people in the manor.

"Huh?" Ling Yao felt a light rub on the top of her head, and she raised her head.

Gojo Satoru put his hand lightly on her head, rubbing it unnaturally and casually, and said, "Don't blame yourself too much."

"what?"

"If you try your best, you don't have to blame yourself too much."

Ling Yao still looked up at him.

Bewildered.

"Also, although you have all kinds of weird abilities and spells can't hurt you, you're just a middle school student in your teens. There are many ways to hurt you. Those places are too dangerous, you ..."

"Are you trying to tell me not to do those dangerous things?" Ling Yao seemed to understand what Gojo Satoru was going to say next.

"And you don't just use your abilities whenever you want, do you? Otherwise, you wouldn't faint after just using a fireball."

"……Um."

After a long silence, Ling Yao didn't wait for Gojo Wu's next sentence, she lowered her head and continued to take a bite of the dessert.

Great taste.

The cake is spread evenly with cream and red strawberries.

She had been taught to say thank you when she accepted a gift.

Although I don't know why Gojo Satoru brought a cake to himself today.

Ling Yao swallowed the cake and said sincerely: "Thank you for the dessert, I like it very much."

"Oh, as long as you like it, it's all yours." Wujo Satoru was still thinking of words, and he answered casually.

"This cake is really delicious, would you like some?"

Gojo Satoru looked away, still trying to figure out what to say, and answered casually, "No."

"Brother Wutiao." Ling Yao called him.

He was called out suddenly.

Gojo Satoru was a little taken aback.

Although he often used the title of "brother" as a joke, in fact it was only a joke. It was often when Ling Yao wanted something from him, and he thought it was fun to tease little girls, so he would call him brother.

The sound of the bell ringing is crisp, clear and sweet, like a pear.

Gojo Satoru's thoughts were interrupted a bit, and he turned his head, "Huh?"

"Can you lower down a little bit." She raised her face and talked to her. In front of his size, she looked thin and small, and sometimes she had to bend down for the convenience of meeting her eyes.

Thinking that Ling Yao was going to tell him something, Gojo Satoru didn't think too much, and bent down habitually, getting closer.

Looking almost level, Gojo Satoru said, "You want to say..."

Was stuffed with a bite of cake.

It directly blocked what he was going to say later.

It is his favorite cake. It has a sweet and not greasy cream flavor. When choosing the flavor, he specially chose the strawberry flavor that girls might like a little bit.

Sweet, soft, with the taste of strawberries between the lips and teeth.

And the person who made him take a bite of the cake was still holding a small fork in his hand, with bright eyes bent, and with some expectation, he asked him, "Is it delicious?"

"Ling Yao, I bought this." Gojo Satoru said.

"what?"

"Of course the cake I bought is delicious, idiot."

"……Oh."

Ling Yao was still about to say something, when her mother's voice came downstairs calling her.

She temporarily put down the fork and cake, ran to the door, pushed the door open, and after hearing what her mother said clearly, she responded, "I'll be right there."

She turned around, lowered her voice, and said to Gojo Satoru: "Mom asked me to go down and do a favor. I'll be back soon. Just wait for me."

Gojo Satoru asked, "What are you waiting for?"

Ling Yao was stunned, "That's right..."

He walked over to Ling Yao. Before Ling Yao could react, someone pushed her from behind, and she was pushed out of the room.

Looking back, the door is slowly closing.

And in the eyes that gradually closed, Gojo Satoru said to her: "Hurry up."

The door is closed.

Ling Yao looked at the closed door, a little depressed, but her mother downstairs was urging her, so she had no choice but to run downstairs.

There was still a small half of unfinished strawberry cake on the table.

The red strawberry is cute, lying quietly in the white and delicate cream, it is easy to think of the little girl's face flushed when she is embarrassed.

Gojo Satoru forked a small piece of cake again.

It tastes like strawberries.

Sweet, tender and soft.