Miss Gojo is always saving the world

"Which way do Wu want to eat?"

The white-haired woman's voice was soft, and the soft, feminine voice fell on Gojo Wu's eardrums, causing a burst of numbness. He widened his blue eyes, as if he was saying how can you tell?

Which way to eat...what else can it be!

Of course, it is the kind of great harmony in life that makes you and I feel comfortable and happy!

No, this wooden head, Satomi—

If you don't force her, she may not be enlightened in this life.

As soon as Wutiao Maomao gritted his teeth, he pressed the palms of Wutiao Lijian's shoulders suddenly hard, the mana power was condensed, and a very small range of "Cang" spell extension was activated, and the space moved.

In the next second, he and Satomi fell on the soft bed.

The Hunter Association is very considerate in this regard. The walls of the bedrooms arranged for them are special materials, the kind with good sound insulation, and the beds are kingsize, and the mattresses are filled with velvety soft fillings and slightly elastic.

Gojo Satomi was pressed down by him like this, and there was a thud on the bed.

"Enlightenment?" Surprised ripples appeared in the blue pupils of the white-haired woman, "Do you really want to eat?"

Gojo Satoru snorted softly, bent his head, and intentionally bit her ear as if venting.

When the two of them get along, they both habitually don’t open Infinity. A calm demeanor.

"It will hurt." There was a smile in her voice, "Enlightenment."

"Satomi..."

Gojo Satoru felt that he was holding a breath in his heart. He wanted to kiss her lips directly, but the string of reason held him tightly and told him that the time had not come, and he was afraid that it would be counterproductive.

He wasn't sure what attitude Gojo Satomi had toward him, whether he still regarded him as a "student" or "younger brother", or treated him as another complete male?

If she didn't have the nerve to love, wouldn't he be pretending to be passionate.

Gojo Satoru's self-esteem was also very strong, and he instinctively rejected that possibility.

It is precisely because he is not sure how Gojo Satomi sees him that he hesitates to take this step.

The time is quiet.

The airship shuttled leisurely among the white clouds, and a round of bright sun hung in the clear sky. The golden light poured into the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, partly blocked by the dark curtains that floated up, and the other half fell on the white-haired woman's hair. At the end, it interprets the flow of moonlight.

In the spacious bedroom, there were only the breathing sounds of Gojo and Satomi. Gojo Satoru put his hands on the bed and stared at Gojo Satomi's pupils seriously. After thinking about bothering him for a long time, he finally chose to ask.

"Satomi." His right hand moved down a few inches, grasping the woman's slender palm, "Can I ask one thing?"

"You said."

"In your eyes..." His throat rolled, "What is the position of 'Wujo Wu'?"

He has to personally confirm whether he has the possibility of arriving.

There was a trace of surprise in Wutiao Rijian's eyes: "Are you even troubled by this kind of problem?" She thought that he didn't care about his image in other people's hearts with such a free and unrestrained attitude.

Gojo Satoru pursed his lips, thinking it wasn't because of you.

Because of you, because he likes you, he doesn't look like himself anymore.

Gojo Rimi raised her hand and touched Gojo Wuxue's white and soft hair. She seemed to be thinking, "How should I say this? You suddenly asked me this, and I couldn't give an accurate answer for a while."

"It's too difficult to give Wu Jun a specific position." Wutiao Lijian looked back at him and said softly, "You have never been an existence that can be summed up in one or two sentences."

"Family into the glass" is a companion, "Xia Youjie" is a close friend, "Night Moth Zhengdao" is a teacher, "Knotweed Yuren", "Ningqi Wild Rose" and "Fu Heihui" are students.

They all occupy a place in Wutiao's heart, each has a different name, and has a different bond.

However, only "Wujo Wu" was an accident from beginning to end.

The distance between him and her is longer than infinity, spanning billions of trillions of light-years, and passing through the stars of the world, but only the two of them met.The concept of time and space has become less clear, and its meaning has gradually become hazy and complicated.

If we talk about the beginning, she claimed to be his teacher.

So as early as the moment they left the high school time and space ten years ago, their relationship was severed.Wujo Lijian thought that the wonderful fate between her and Wujo Wutiao ended here, but unexpectedly he chased him alone.

...he came after him.

Even if Gojo Satoru deliberately changed the topic and avoided talking about it, he could guess how much he saw in Gojo.

He must have abandoned everything in the world of magic and spells, cut off the fetters with his former friends, and then, with the spirit of a lonely and brave boy, embarked on the vague journey of searching almost willfully.

why?

Seeing the five articles, I can't understand it.

Thinking about it differently, if it was the situation she was in at the time, she would never give up the bondage of the past ten years, and go outside the world to find a stranger who met by chance—even if it was herself in another world, so what?

Therefore, she should have other meanings for Wutiaowu.

This meaning is so important that even Wutiao Lijian, who is cynical, has to pay attention to it, thinking about how she should respond, at least not let him pay in vain and end up disappointed.

"If I had to describe it in one word..." Her voice gradually softened, as if covered in a layer of mist, "It should be 'fate'."

"It was fate that gave me this one-in-a-trillion possibility to meet Wu."

It was the first time for Gojo Satomi to analyze her heart like this, and she only heard her say: "So no matter what the position of Enlightenment is, you are the 'only', a miracle that came to me."

"It is the most precious person."

This is her answer.

"..."

Gojo Satoru was stunned, forgetting to speak.

After a long time, a self-deprecating smile escaped his lips: "Ah, it's really... so embarrassing, me."

He raised his arms to block his eyes, and turned his head away to prevent Gojo Satomi from seeing his expression clearly.

Too foul.

To actually say that he is a "miracle" or something, this word is too foul, Satomi.

You will make him completely out of control.

Just a few words provoked his heart to jump out of his throat, and he could even hear the throbbing drum-like sound coming from his chest, accompanied by trembling feelings.

He was defeated by a few words, what kind of "strongest" is he.

Too useless.

Gojo Satoru turned over and lay down on the side of the bed, not looking at her anymore.

Gojo Satomi propped up his upper body, "Enlightenment?"

"It's nothing." Gojo Gojo said sullenly, "It's getting late. Go to sleep, see you."

It's getting late?

Wujo Rijian subconsciously raised his head and glanced out the window. The sky was blue and the sun was shining.

The line of her lips suddenly curved, with the pampering of the elderly: "Okay, good night then. Enlightenment."

"……Good night."

Gojo Satoru covered his head with the quilt.

He suspected that he might have insomnia.

.........

The sun is setting on the western mountain, the sky is full of darkness, and the moon and stars are sparse.

The lights of the airship have been turned off at night, and everything is quiet.

The bed in the bedroom is big enough for Gojo Satoru and Gojo Ri to see each other without disturbing each other.

The white-haired young man heard the gentle and long breathing not far away, and closed his eyes, but his mind was clear and he couldn't fall asleep.

He was a little irritable and a little angry.

Why did Satomi sleep so soundly when seeing this guy, as if what happened this afternoon didn't affect her at all!

Gojo Satoru turned around unconvinced, and quietly walked over to observe the sleeping face of Gojo Satomi from a close distance.

The "undefense against each other" of the two of them is reflected in all aspects, not only the unlimited spells, but also the body's crisis perception. Because they are familiar with their own spell power, Gojo Satomi is not alert to his approach.

This gave Gojo Wu an opportunity to take advantage of.

Gojo Satoru stared at Satomi's sleeping face for a long time, nodded secretly in his heart, and gave an objective evaluation.

——It looks so beautiful.Well, as expected of me.

Her eyelashes were long and thick, and they were silvery white. Gojo Satoru still remembered that when he kissed her eyes earlier, he paid special attention to them and compared them with his own.

Conclusion: The characteristics of women are particularly evident in her, which makes it easy for him to find the difference from himself.

When he kissed her eyes, he didn't say hello. Gojo Satomi was caught off guard. She seemed to be a little frightened, because he felt the slight trembling of her eyelashes at that time.

Thinking back to that kiss, Gojo Satoru unconsciously shifted his eyes down and landed on the woman's lips.

Gojo Satomi is used to wearing light-colored lip gloss, which makes her lips look soft and elastic, which is extremely attractive. Gojo Satoru would be involuntarily attracted to her lips on weekdays, let alone now.

Quiet night, undisturbed bedroom, sleeping woman.

All the elements are superimposed and brewed, added to the air, almost making the atmosphere deteriorate, and tainted with indescribable ambiguity and charm.

As if drunk, Gojo Satoru's face leaned closer, getting closer and closer, holding his breath, under the gaze of the moonlight, the shadows of him and Gojo Satomi gradually overlapped.

wow-

It was the breeze that swept into the half-open window, raised the curtain like a giant sail, and lightly covered the two white figures, and as the wind subsided, the curtain reattached to the front of the glass window.

The affection of young people is pure and flawless, and the greenness of secret love is like an unripe fruit, just waiting for the moment to be picked.

Although moistening things silently, the tender shoots that take root in the heart will grow naturally, and then bear fruit, and the melons will fall when they are ripe.

The night was quiet and peaceful, only the remaining wind blew through the curtains, witnessing the erratic behavior of the young man for a few seconds, the lingering scent of stealing seemed to have not dissipated, and he had already fled.

One side of Gojo Satoru's face buried in the pillow was exposed, and Yuehua lazily splashed on the head of the bed, reflecting the fiery cloud-like redness of his face.

The author has something to say: Let us congratulate Wumaomao!I finally kissed my mouth!

Although it was when Satomi sister was asleep :)