Only 5t5 persecuted world

This is not the first time that Gojo Satoru has slept on Yukimi Mie's bed.

Because of her toothache, she fell headlong into a man's bed in the middle of the night hugging a pillow, moaning and waking him up with her head, and fell asleep all night because she had to apply an ice pack to her cheeks.

Although no one knew which corner the ice pack was kicked into after sleeping until midnight, and when Zhizhi woke up in the morning, she didn't understand why she was locked up and couldn't move, almost suffocated in her chest muscles, but it was still a success sleep experience.

Zhizhi is not a qualified pillow, if you don't pay attention, she can give you a complete set of radio gymnastics in your sleep, young eagles take off, colorful sunshine, energetic teenagers... Only you can't think of it, and she can't do it.

Wujo Satoru has the most authoritative right to speak about this, and Wujo, who was deeply hurt by it, shed tears of dedicating himself to science.

In order to avoid and overcome this problem, Gojo Satoru decided to preemptively kill the germination of midnight radio gymnastics in the soil.

"Come here." Wujo Wu patted the side beside him, and the little girl grabbed her own rabbit's tail and moved over, and was embraced by the man.

"Do you really want to sleep like this?" Zhizhi was trapped in the soft chest muscles, struggling to breathe. She pulled her head twice to let herself breathe in the fresh air. Give me a pillow."

"I'm the best pillow." Gojo Satoru was playing with Zhizhi's rabbit tail, and the girl almost lay on top of him. The shower gel with the same fragrance was indistinguishable from each other, making the moonlight even softer.

Xuejian Weizhi is in a dilemma.

When she looked up, she saw the white eyelashes that directly hit her sexual fetish, when she looked up, she saw the white collarbone exposed from the open collar, and when she lowered her head, she saw the perfect chest muscles that could burst the clothes.

Up and down, left and right, there is no safe zone.

Sweeping minefields is not as difficult as her, and tonight the minefield dancer is none other than her.

Criticize Dongtang Aoi by name again, too bad, he is really too bad, the loss is not good enough.

Why ask about people's kinks for no reason!Her thoughts have become impure!

"There is a knife on Sezi's head." Xue Jian Weizhi closed his eyes, "It's because I don't know enough."

Close your eyes, your senses become more sensitive instead, without the impact of vision, Zhizhi gradually relaxes, and transfers the weight of the body to the person below him.

The faint weight on the top of the head is Gojo Satoru's head, he must have rested his chin on Zhizhi's hair, just like Yukimi Mie sucking a cat.

The tip of the nose felt slightly hard to the touch, nine out of ten it was Gojo Satoru's collarbone.There is a beautiful downward concave arc, enough for a goldfish with water to live and migrate.

The place where it touches her lips is soft, and she is quite envious of this kind of elastic and powerful muscles, but no matter how hard she exercises Zhizhi's flesh is soft, like a ball of cotton that can be easily held in the palm of her hand.

The effect of the difference in body shape is amazing, the fitting position is just right, and you don't need to move much to find a place that both of you like.

It’s okay to roll over if you want to, or wrap two people into spring rolls wrapped in a quilt.

It's not a loss if you want to pay for a good night's sleep.Mie Yukimi was a little tired from the axle transfer from Kyoto to Shinjuku and back to Tokyo. She closed her eyes and fell asleep quickly.

December 12, today is Christmas Eve.

Ruixue favors every Christmas, and the tiny water droplets condense into ice crystals, and each flower is a unique beauty created by nature's uncanny craftsmanship.

Light and transparent, they are flowing spirits.

It snowed all night.

So itchy.

The girl with her eyes closed wrinkled her nose in dissatisfaction, and the soft, light and itchy little brush swept back and forth on her cheeks, disturbing her restlessness.

The pupils of different colors opened a thin slit, like the black velvet covering the gemstones, revealing a little bit of the inside, the star-like obsidian and the ruby ​​in the afterglow of the setting sun complement each other, pumping out a compelling brilliance.

Early in the morning, someone killed someone because of their beauty.

Fortunately, or rather unfortunately, Gojo Satoru hadn't woken up yet.

Xuejian Weizhi opened her eyes only to find that the culprit who disturbed her sleep was by her side. They were so close together that their faces rubbed against each other almost indistinguishable from each other.

The "little brush" that pricks and itches is five pure white eyelashes, which rise and fall with the breath, so beautiful that even the first snow is dim.

Xuejian Weizhi turned her head to look at him, thinking that if this person goes to the entertainment industry, God will chase after him to feed him, and he will be able to squeeze other people to death.

"It still looks good even if you cover your eyes." Xuejian Weizhi muttered softly.

The six eyes that are powerful, insightful, and beautiful enough to make the sky bow down are the most eye-catching features of Gojo Satoru. He wears goggles and sunglasses all the year round to relieve information anxiety and also has the intention of blocking the eyes of others from exploring. .

When those eyes were closed, the superiority of Wujo Wu's five sense organs became more obvious.

His carvings and pecks are all the result of the gods' painstaking efforts, exhausting eighteen kinds of martial arts and devotion to create such a person.

Just looking at him, it seems that there is a model for the favor of the gods to human beings in ancient stories, how to teach people not to believe in the obvious preference of the Creator?

Gojo Satoru's appearance has a youthful feeling that never fades away.He seems to be forever young, with a mature mind and a strong body that does not hide the willful and cute character.

It's hard to imagine that an adult male would act coquettishly because of a cream-filled Dafuxue cat. His nonsense made the students so exhausted that they doubted who was the adult, and he overturned the sky when they became self-willed.

But at the same time, he is the omnipotent Wutiao teacher in the hearts of the students, he is the Wutiao Mr. Wutiao in the hearts of the peers, and he is the Wutiao patriarch who the upper class fears, hates and has to rely on.

The heavy responsibilities and layers of burdens do not destroy his youthful spirit. The current Gojo Satoru is no different from the young man who said that protecting the weak is troublesome but still drives the unskilled unlimited limit to let the astral body have a good time.

He was the best from beginning to end.

The temperature in winter is biting, but the air conditioner in the apartment is just a decoration.

Wujo enlightenment has no lower limit, neither cold nor heat.Xuejian Weizhi is a girl who plays with fire. She is afraid of heat but not cold. It is completely worthwhile to swim across the Pacific Ocean frankly.

The same is the effect of the technique, but there is a slight difference between the two.For example, Gojo Satoru, who is sleeping with Zhizhi at the moment, will feel a little cold if he removes No Lower Limit.

Humans are accustomed to drawing warmth from the outside world.The fragrant and soft girl was warm all over, her skin was reddened by the heat brought by the spell, and it was so comfortable that people couldn't let go of their hands at all.

This is a special time when Zhizhi wakes up in the morning and is not so clear-headed and does not have so much control over her spell power. It is also the reason why she must sleep with a dry ice fire extinguisher when she was young.

When she recovers from the daze and her spell power is introverted, her skin will return to sickly paleness again.

The previous sickness was the result of too much introversion. Xuejian Weizhi has made great progress in the control of spell power during the years of studying in the Conjuration College, and finally grasped the correct measurement of one retraction and one release, so as not to squeeze it Your body fights against instinct.

Gojo Satoru probably slept in the cold in the middle of the night and didn't want to turn on Unlimited, so he made a useful human heater with Zhizhi.He hugged her tighter and tighter, his eyelashes rubbed against the girl's skin, itching her so hard that she opened her eyes sleepily.

After staring at Gojo Satoru for a while, Xuejian Weizhi lifted the quilt.She tiptoed out of the man's arms, and the moment Gojo Satoru woke up, she quickly stuffed a pillow for him to hug.

"It's really Christmas, and the spirit of exorcism makes my head go numb." Zhi Zhi was staring blankly at the empty refrigerator while replying to Christmas greetings from various people on her mobile phone.

Not to mention turkey, there is not even a chicken feather.

She didn't want to go out to eat on such a wonderful Christmas day, and Wujo Wu, who was perfect except for her personality, made excellent dishes, and Zhizhi craved for a long time.

"Technology saves the world, and food delivery saves Zhizhi." Xuejian Weizhi clicked on the food delivery software that is frequently used on her mobile phone, and searched for Christmas tree takeaway before searching for turkey—no merchant is willing to go to Siberia to cut a piece now Airlift a ten-meter-long pine tree?She can add money!

Merchant: NO!Money cannot insult my soul!No one is on Christmas holiday, you learn from Superman and fly over to cut down trees!

There is no sense of ceremony at all without a Christmas tree.

Zhi Zhi ran back to her room and found the suitcase under the bed.

"Where... found it." The little girl found a pair of unopened new socks from the corner of the suitcase.

It was a pair of knee socks with red and white stripes, and a bow ribbon inlaid with gold powder on the top of the socks, full of Christmas atmosphere.

"Without a Christmas tree, it's quite appropriate to use a Christmas stocking." Zhi Zhi said to herself as she put on her socks.

Knee-length socks and short skirts, she simply changed into a whole set of clothes, without shoes, and stepped on the ground with cotton socks.

The detective agency celebrates Christmas. There is a Christmas tree in the utility room that is only moved out once a year. The gifts prepared by the members will be piled up under the tree.

After going home after a quarrel in the club, Ranpo and Zhizhi will receive an extra gift from the president, which will be packed in socks hanging by their beds.

Stockings are for presents... presents...

Yukimi Mie is stuck in a dilemma.

She seemed to be in a general situation, but she didn't prepare a gift for Gojo Satoru.

Some people may say: "Wujo Satoru didn't prepare a gift for Zhizhi, what are you afraid of?"

The problem is, Gojo Satoru is in charge of the chef today, and roasting turkey is his job.

Comparing the two sides, wouldn't Zhizhi become a little piggy who just opened his mouth and waited to be eaten?

This won't work, this won't work.

What's more, with Xuejian Weizhi's understanding of Gojo Satoru, he will never forget this incident easily, maybe he will come to Zhizhi to ask for a gift when he wakes up.

"Zhizhi—where's my Christmas present?" A urging voice came from behind, and the young man who just woke up rubbed his messy hair and stretched out his hand politely, "Don't tell me you forgot, the teacher will be so sad Dead."

Xuejian Weizhi's eyes fluttered with guilt: "What, what? A gift? I put the gift in the sock, but Mr. Wutiao, do you still remember where I put the Christmas sock?"

Gojo Satoru didn't put any Christmas stockings before going to bed last night, and Zhizhi knew it perfectly.

It's a sophistry trick: as long as Gojo Satoru can't get out a Christmas stocking, he can't tell whether Kee Schrödinger's gift exists.

As witty as she is, she is really a young genius in the debate competition.

Gojo Satoru noticed Zhizhi's conspiracy, and the childish adult curled his lips in dissatisfaction, and countless bad ideas of using this to seize Zhizhi and force her to sign an unreasonable contract rolled in his mind.

Xuejian Weizhi waited vigilantly for Gojo Satoru to attack, ready to use his sophistry skills as the champion of the Lihai Grand Debate Competition to face the enemy at any time.

She will not admit defeat!Zhi Zhi, who knows everything about the family’s supplies, knows that the only pair of Christmas stockings she wears at home, even if Gojo Satoru has superb skills, he can’t find the second pair of Christmas stockings to convict Zhi Zhi!

Gojo Satoru naturally saw the festive knee socks newly put on by Mie Yukimi.She seldom wears long socks, and her straight legs are wrapped in cotton fabric, revealing only a small area between her short skirt and her knees.

Like a gift that is not so tightly wrapped, half-hidden and inviting to be opened.

A gift, a gift in a stocking.

Gojo Satoru hooked his lips.

Zhi Zhi was brainstorming how to avoid Gojo Satoru's attack, but when he saw the man who would always hold on to him, he nodded and said generously, "I see, I like the gift Zhi Zhi gave me very much."

Zhizhi: What did I give you?Why don't I know it myself?

It just so happened that the doorbell rang, and the girl ran to open the door for the takeaway brother to meet her big turkey in a daze, her sock-only feet stepped on the ground, soft and cute.

Gojo Satoru stood behind her, shrugging flirtatiously.

It was his gift in the Christmas stocking, which Zhizhi said himself.

If you give it away, don't think about regretting it.