The Law of the Heart of the Strongest Magician

The sword of Damocles hanging in the sky disappeared, the light disappeared, and the moonlight appeared again.

The light regained the haze of moonlight.

In the faint light that dimmed his vision, the bell was still on the spot for a long, long time without moving.

Especially the chin that was lightly pressed against her shoulder, so close at hand, what was caught in the wind in his breath was his pleasant smell.

Gojo Satoru didn't put all his weight down, so there wasn't a heavy weight on his shoulders.

But he was already much taller than her, and when he stood in front of her, he almost enveloped her whole body in the shadow of his body.

He leaned over, resting his chin on her shoulder.

From such a distance, it was like being held in his arms.

His hair was blowing in the wind, brushing her cheek from time to time, a little itchy.

Seeing that she hadn't moved or made a sound for a long time, Gojo Wu raised his head slightly and said, "Why don't you touch her?"

As he raised his head, his voice passed by her ears, suppressing a somewhat male and mature voice, falling into her ears in the evening wind.

"..."

He tilted his head slightly, raised his eyes and saw the dazed face of the little girl.

She was like a puppet whose switch had been pressed, her bright eyes seemed to have lost her ability to think, her fluttering eyelashes were still there, and her whole body revealed a sense of stupidity.

"?" He slowly stood up straight, "Forget it if you don't touch it."

"Yes, I want to touch." The moment the silly little girl heard his words, she suddenly regained her senses, and her eyes immediately recovered.

Gojo Satoru was only halfway through the movement of standing upright, and before he could stand upright completely, the little girl grabbed his collar and pulled him off.

She pulled hastily, a little recklessly.

Because she was afraid that he would repent and that it would be too late, she grabbed the collar that was gradually leaving without hesitation, and with great force, she pulled Wujo Wu back all at once.

Even, because of too much force and being too caught off guard, Wujo Wu was unprepared, and Wujo Wu's chin hit Ling Yao's forehead all of a sudden.

So Ling Yao let go of her hand in pain, and covered her forehead that was hurt by the bump with both hands.

"..." Wutiao Wu was speechless, "No, Ling Yao, is there anything you can't say with your mouth? Is it because you don't have a long mouth or your voice is broken?"

He reached out to break away Ling Yao's hand covering his forehead.

It had just been bumped, and the red marks hadn't appeared yet, but it seemed that the bump was really painful, and the little girl had tears in her eyes.

He helped her rub her forehead, but the movements were quite gentle.

Ling Yao obediently allowed him to help her rub her forehead, and said with pursed lips, "I'm afraid you will go back on your word."

"Tch." Gojo Satoru chuckled disapprovingly, "I repent, I repent, so you just ask again?"

"I'm afraid you won't agree..."

"Ling Yao, don't you know how much I give way to you now?"

"……a little bit."

"A little?" The hand rubbing her forehead was hard, and he pressed it heavily on her forehead. He suppressed a smile and said in a low voice with a little anger, "I don't think you have any count."

"..." Ling Yao pursed her lips and looked at him eagerly with raised eyes, "Then you have to touch me."

"No."

"..."

"Why do you stare at me? You don't even give me stares."

"........."

After a long silence, Ling Yao stretched out her hand directly.

However, when she got to Wujou's neck, she couldn't touch Wujou. She raised her eyes and met Wujou's smiling and crooked eyes, and then she suddenly remembered that Wujou has no lower limit spell.

So she put down her hand angrily, "You said you're letting me in now, liar. I want to touch."

Gojo Satoru let go of the hand that was resting on her forehead.

The corners of his lips were curved, and he stared at her with an inexplicable smile, "Didn't I say it, I regret it, and you ask again."

Ling Yao was at a loss, "Didn't I mention it? I said I want to touch..."

Gojo Gojo's eyes were crooked and bright with a smile, "Can you act like a baby?"

"……Won't."

Gojo Satoru didn't speak, and smiled silently at her with his eyes, which were breathtakingly blue in the light of the moon.

The corners of the lips are curved, which can be said to be a brilliant arc.

Looking at each other for a few seconds, even though he didn't say a word, he seemed to understand what he was thinking in his ambiguous smile...

"..."

"..."

"..."

Ling Yao reached out and tugged at the corner of his clothes, "Wu,..., please."

"Huh?" Gojo Satoru bent down in front of her, leaned his ear on the side of her face, and pretended not to hear clearly, "What? The voice was too low, so I didn't hear it."

Ling Yao thought that he really didn't hear it, because she did speak very softly because of embarrassment.

So she turned her face sideways, put her lips close to his ears, and said in a low voice, "Please, touch it for me, okay?"

As she exhaled while speaking, her warm breath sprinkled on his auricles and earlobes from time to time.

The thin and soft lips that are unique to girls, bumped and touched, and sometimes touched the skin of his ears, like clouds passing by lightly, or like seductive feathers.

It was hot and itchy, and with the little girl's crunchy and sweet voice, it penetrated into the eardrum and melted into the bottom of my heart with a little more heat.

"..."

Seeing that Gojo Satoru hadn't spoken for a long time, Ling Yao thought that Gojo Satoru didn't agree.

She frowned in distress, "Is this not okay?... I really tried my best to act like a baby."

"...Yes." Gojo Satoru answered her.

The voice is low, and in the distance so close that you can hear each other's breathing, there is a somewhat inaudible low hoarseness.

He still maintained the action of bending over pretending not to hear when he deliberately teased her just now, leaning over her side without moving.

The tight jaw was connected to the slender neck, and the position of Adam's apple was slightly convex, rolling up and down slightly in the weak light.

Hearing Gojo Satoru's answer, Ling Yao suddenly became happy, "Then, then I touched it?"

"Ah."

Ling Yao couldn't wait to raise her hand, very lightly, quickly touched his Adam's apple.

It was a sudden touch.

After touching it, she carefully glanced at Wujou's reaction, for fear that he would regret it temporarily.

But seeing Gojo Satoru's calm face and no reaction, she became more courageous, raised her hand again, and gently stroked the slightly protruding Adam's apple on his neck.

After a long time, Gojo Gojo gave a low laugh, glanced over, and stared at her with a half-smile, "Ling Yao, you think I'm that stupid kitten of Bell, don't you?"

He spoke very suddenly, and when he spoke, there was a slight tremor in his throat, and her hand felt very clearly on his Adam's apple.

She trembled, quickly withdrew her hand, and said innocently, "I don't have any."

"No?" Gojo Satoru raised his hand, pressed it on her head, and rubbed it repeatedly, "Isn't that how you touched it just now? It's like touching the head of a cat with a bell, repeatedly touching it from left to right."

"..." Ling Yao was dizzy from being rubbed by him, and she defended herself aggrievedly: "Then how should I touch it?"

The hand that was oppressing her head stopped.

After a while, Gojo Satoru looked at her, with an inexplicable smile in his voice, "Forget it, touch it as you like, you can't learn these things now."

Ling Yao was at a loss, "What to learn? Do you have to learn how to touch?"

Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows and didn't speak for a long time.

Under the palm of her head was her thin, soft hair, and a strand of hair was caught between his fingers. He picked up that strand of long hair and twisted it once and for all with his fingertips.

At a certain second, he stopped his small movements and suddenly smiled, "Ling Yao, you should ask me when you grow up?"

Ling Yao was even more at a loss, she thought for a while, and suggested in a low voice: "Then I'll go back to Grandpa Huang tomorrow and ask him, Grandpa Jin knows a lot."

"No--" Gojo Satoru hooked his head with a smile, his forehead was pressed against hers, the tip of his nose touched, and under his thick eyelashes were his bright jewel-like eyes, "As a senior, I advise you Let's talk about you, a kid who doesn't know the seriousness of the matter."

He smiled with his eyes bent, his voice was low, and his breath was close to him, as if softly coaxing, "Don't be too curious about what I can't tell you now, after you know the answer, you will regret it, very, very regretful."

"..."

"..."

"........."

But Gojo Satoru didn't seem to give her a chance to think more, and directly pulled her into his arms, "Let's go, I'll take you back."

However, after walking a few steps, he felt that the little girl in his arms was like a silly puppet, even her steps were dragged blindly by him.

He stopped and looked at Ling Yao's absent-minded and foolish appearance.

This looks somewhat familiar.

About ten minutes ago, when he said for the first time that he could touch her Adam's apple, he put his chin on her shoulder. At that time, she hadn't moved for a long time. When she looked up, she was in this fugue state .

It was sudden and inexplicable.

Gojo Satoru was a little unclear about the situation, he stretched out his hand and shook it in front of her, "The bell rings?"

Hearing his voice, she slowly came back to her senses, and focused her eyes on him, "Hmm... what's wrong?"

"Why are you in a daze?"

Ling Yao looked at him blankly, her eyelashes trembling slightly, "I don't know...it was when you were talking to me just now, your heart was beating very fast and your breathing was a little difficult, just like when the results of a math test are announced, there is still a math problem. When the teacher called me by name in class, it was that kind of nervous feeling."

As she said that, she was very confused, "But you are not a math grader, nor a math teacher, why do I feel nervous? It's so strange."

"..."

At the end, Gojo Satoru lightly raised his eyes.

In the line of sight, the little girl's face was still a little childish, and there were doubts in her eyes that she didn't understand, her delicate eyebrows were slightly frowned, and she looked puzzled.

Finally, she cast her doubts about the unknown on him, raised her head and asked him for help: "Wu, do you know why?"

The air fell into dead silence.

Ling Yao blinked: "...Enlightenment?"

The little girl's long hair hung down her back, blown by the wind all night, a little messy, a few strands of hair rippling in the night, and the sweet scent of shampoo also entangled the air in front of him into a sweet smell.

Gojo Satoru stood in front of her, his gaze leisurely swept over her calf from the tip of her hair.

Finally, he returned to her face and met her dark and clear eyes. After a long time, he smiled a little at the end of his eyes, and his tone was light: "Nervous? Do you mind letting me see if your heart is beating fast?"

Ling Yao nodded, "Yes, there is nothing wrong with this..."

Before her words fell, Gojo Satoru had already leaned over when she just said "Yes", staring at her chest.

Small sunglasses hung on the tip of her nose, revealing a pair of blue eyes like expensive gemstones. At this time, the blue eyes were fixed on her chest, and she didn't even blink her eyelashes.

"..."

"........."

Wind blows.

This scene was still for a few seconds, and Ling Yao suddenly woke up from the daze with belated awareness, her cheeks were slightly hot, she quickly slapped Gojo Wu's eyes, covering those eyes with unknown intentions .

The small sunglasses were already precariously hanging on the tip of her nose, but when she slapped them with her hand, they touched the small sunglasses, and they fell to the ground with a snap.

Ling Yao couldn't take care of it anymore, her face was wrinkled into a ball, "...perverted!!"

Ling Yao hastily clapped over to cover his eyes, she was very reckless, her hands were not strong enough, so it wasn't really painful, but she was full of resentment from a little girl.

Gojo Satoru leaned over to pick up the small sunglasses that fell on the ground, and wiped the dust off them.

When it reaches a certain second, stop.

"Tsk."

He raised his eyes, met the little girl's flushed face, and suddenly smiled, "It's quite perverted."