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Gojo Satoru's hair is flawless white.

It is purer than the moonlight reflected on the sea, softer than the first snow falling in the forest, just like the whiteness favored by the sun on the top of the deserted snow field.

Without the restraint of the blindfold, his hair hangs down naturally, leaving only a few strands of thorny strands stretched freely.

It was probably the first time for the half-squatting man to do this kind of thing. His elbows rested on his knees, his body language switched back and forth between impatience and relaxation, showing a kind of helpless connivance.

Like a big cat who only agreed to rub its belly but wanted to go back on its word, it retracted its sharp claws unaccustomed to reveal its belly, and swept its tail back and forth on the ground.

There is only one chance.

If you miss this village, there is no such store.

If you don't do it again, he will regret it.

The once-in-a-lifetime experience is like a buffet with an expensive entrance fee and a limited time. If you don’t eat until the boss goes bankrupt, you are not qualified to call yourself a cook!

Yukimi Mie stretched out her hand without hesitation.

The touch is icy cool, as soft as fluffy fine snow, like countless dandelions sweeping across the fingertips, and like scooping up a handful of cool smoothies in the water.

Compared with the incomparable comfortable feeling, what is more exciting is a strange feeling.

The Supreme Being named the strongest bows his head to you, his hair is docilely attached to your palm, the slender and fair nape of his neck can be seen at a glance, and the blue veins hidden under the skin can be seen.

It was the first time for Yukimi Mie to look at Gojo Satoru from an absolute overlooking perspective. His neck was extremely fragile in the condescending view, as long as he moved his hand down a little, he could strangle the man's throat.

The sharp nails scratched the carotid artery, and would the gushing blood instantly stain the tips of his snow-white hair and splash his eyelashes as pure white as dove velvet?

Has anyone ever had a hole through his throat?The blood flowed across the graceful neck like a work of art, all the way across the chest, and the blood-soaked top fit tightly to the skin, outlining a perfect outline that made people salivate.

The more pure and flawless it is, the more it should be embellished with scarlet.

The strange thought only appeared in Xuejian Weizhi's mind for half a second, she kept kneading with her hands, and there was only one thought in her head:

"Looks like Xiao Mi..."

It feels exactly the same as the rare male three-flowered cat in Lu Detective Agency, even the attitude of subtly resisting while letting her do it is exactly the same. Four characters:

Evening festival is not guaranteed.

"That's not the case." Xuejian Weizhi muttered, subconsciously using the feline feat that she had practiced on Xiao Mi.

watch out!No cat can escape the temptation of human grooming!

Fall!Sink!Let's melt under her gorgeous beauty!

Gojo Satoru felt something was wrong.

The two hands that were messing around on his head were groping here and there in a random way, with a curious look of opening up a new map, how did they suddenly become so proficient?

At this time, Gojo Satoru didn't know that, unlike her guardian Fukuzawa Yukichi, Yukimi Mie could be called a humanoid self-propelled catnip, and no cat would say no to her.

She was even able to coax Natsume Soseki, who had turned into a cat, to play with her tail, and almost rolled over on the ground showing his belly for the little girl to touch.If it wasn't for the shame of being an elder who stepped on the brakes in time, Xuejian Weizhi might even be able to get the cat bell.

The powerhouse who won the title of the most popular guest of all Yokohama cat cafes is not just talking!Just five cats and cats, it is impossible to escape the will of the universe!

Grass, is being touched on the head such a comfortable thing?Gojo Satoru was at a loss.

His impatient hands resting on his knees, ready to get up at any time, lost strength, his fingertips relaxed and drooped, his blue eyes were covered with mist from yawning, and his Adam's apple rolled loosely, making a small "uh" sound.

So comfortable... want to take a nap on the sofa...

"Okay, thank you, Teacher Wutiao." Xuejian Weizhi withdrew her hand reluctantly, rubbing her fingertips on the soft white hair nostalgicly.

Good touch, woo woo.The owner is worthy of being the owner, no matter how good Wu Miao is, it is just a meal replacement, and the felt does not reflect the superb feel of the genuine product at all.

This kind of fluff can only be masturbated once, Xue Jian Weizhi sadly made a plan in his heart to attack Gojo Satoru with a razor in the middle of the night.She was going to go back and discuss with Osamu Dazai, to see if her best friend could offer some suggestions for this plan concerning Zhizhi's future happiness.

Xuejian Weizhi was making small calculations in her heart, and withdrew the hand that was caressing Wutiao Wu's head reluctantly.

After masturbation for a long time, she is afraid that Wujou Wutiao will violently beat others, and she is a smart girl who accepts as soon as she is good.

"...Why don't you continue?" Gojo Satoru, who was about to fall asleep, opened his eyes, grabbed Yukimi Mie's wrist and turned his head back, "Touch."

His voice was sleepy, full of vague drowsiness that couldn't be resolved, causing Xuejian Weizhi to also yawn greatly.

As someone who doesn't sleep in the middle of the night, Zhizhi is also very sleepy.

It seems that her cat-handling skills have been greatly affirmed by Teacher Wutiao. As expected of her, no cat can escape Zhizhi's clutches.

Xue Jian Weizhi was held by Gojo Satoru's wrist and couldn't move. She snorted and snorted to coax the cat: "Mr. Wutiao, I'm so sleepy. Let's go home and sleep, okay?"

Gojo Satoru was so drowsy by Shun Mao Shun that he almost forgot that they were not at home but in the suburbs of Saitama.

I almost lay on the ground and fell asleep on the floor because of the ground, what should I do if I am scared of the vegetable seller by lying dead in the morning?

Gojo Satoru woke up now, he didn't feel ashamed at all because he fell asleep after being patted by the little girl, on the contrary he was very satisfied.

That's right, the traitor is still very good at times, and it's not in vain to hurt her.

Seeing that Wei Zhi was so sleepy that her eyes were full of tears, Gojo Satoru and her yawned big together. The two looked at each other, determined to go home and catch up on sleep.

Gojo Satoru didn't let go of Yukimi Mie's hand, he stood up directly, and lifted him up with one hand.

"?" The girl who was lifted in the air by her wrist kicked her legs uncomfortably, "It hurts."

The man's wrist is amazing. Choosing the wrist, which is off the center of gravity, can easily lift him up, but it is not so comfortable for Yukimi Mie.

The weight of her whole body hung on her thin hand, and a red mark was drawn on her wrist.

The pain lasted only a moment.

Gojo Satoru lifted the girl a little higher, he let go of his hand, and in an instant he wrapped her arms around her waist, holding her on his arm with one hand.

Xuejian Weizhi subconsciously stretched out his hand to hold Wujo Wu's shoulder, and his toes were hanging in mid-air helplessly.

The girl sat on the man's arm with a slightly stiff body, and the man's strong hands supported her waist and hips to fix her.They were very close, so close that they were separated only by Yukimi Mie's hand on Wujo Wu's shoulder, and she tried her best to straighten her toes so as not to kick Wujo Wu's waist.

This posture...why is it so similar to the movements you would use when holding a child...

Xuejian Weizhi suspected that Gojo Satoru did it on purpose, he was saying that she was naive!

"Aren't you sleepy?" Gojo Satoru raised his feet and stepped into the sky where the morning glow paved the way. He casually patted the girl's back, "Sleep when you're sleepy."

The tone is calm, completely grown-up tone.

Thank you for not planning to sing her a lullaby to help her sleep, leaving Zhizhi with the last shame.

Xuejian Weizhi yawned slightly, she was indeed sleepy.The gentle wind in the morning is like a mother's caressing hand. The little girl unknowingly let go of the hands supporting the man's shoulders, and fell asleep lying on his shoulders.

She lightly kicked Gojo Satoru's abdomen with her toes that were no longer tense, and the girl's hands that had no place to rest wrapped her arms around his neck invisibly, and her teeth lightly rubbed the fabric of his shoulders.

"Huh... Xijiufu..." the little girl muttered in her sleep.

"Without Xijiufu, I will eat all of Xijiufu when I go back." Gojo Gojo teased her.

Zhizhi couldn't hear Gojo Wu's words, she felt a little disgusted that his arms were sitting uncomfortable, and she was stuck to Gojo Wu's chest like a koala, with her hands hanging around his neck.

"I might be strangled to death by you." Gojo Satoru patted the rebel's hand, deeply feeling that raising a child is not easy.

There are only a handful of girls he wants to coax like a nanny, and Gojo Satoru had only experienced a similar experience before Yukimi Mie.

Tennouchi Riko, there is not much difference in age between her and Yukimi Mie.

【"I will work hard to become very strong."】

"This is what you said yourself." Gojo Satoru put a little force on the hand on Yukimi Mie's back, "You have to remember it well."

At least, don't be killed so easily.

He was the only one of the three people related to the astral body incident back then.

Wait a minute, don't get me wrong.

Xia Youjie lived a good life. Not only did he have a good life as a child, he even had the energy to place a young boy next to Wutiaowu.

Hiroko Himei waited at the door of Yukimi Mie's house early in the morning, carrying a bag of soup, a cup of soy milk, a bowl of tofu brain and a beef sandwich.

Chinese or Western breakfast, she can prepare it with both hands.

The first good mood in the morning started from seeing her angel. The short-haired woman straightened her hair with a very gentle smile on her lips.

About 10 minutes later to Yukimi Mie's daily wake-up time, Himei Yuko will knock on the door.Accompanied by the squeaking sound of plush slippers on the carpet, she will reap a fluffy Zhizhi in her pajamas who rubs her eyes and says "Good morning Yuko".

Is this cuteness really something she can watch for free?Afterwards, the little girl with bulging cheeks biting the steamed stuffed bun was also so cute, and she was so obedient when she poured water for her and took some snacks after running back and forth.

This kind of happiness makes Himei Yuko addicted to Yang Zhizhi every day and cannot extricate himself.What is Xia Youjie's task of instigating rebellion?Zhizhi said that Panxingjiao is a pyramid-selling organization, can she tell her children this again?

There are reasons why tasks cannot be completed. Yuko Himei is obviously working very hard, so why should she be said to be passive and sabotage?

Xia Youjie: I believed in your evil.

It may be that Xia Youjie's resentment is too strong, and Yuko Jijing's good days are coming to an end.

While she was counting the seconds in her heart, she was about to raise her hand to knock on the door, when someone behind her suddenly said, "Miss Yuko Hime? What are you doing at my door?"

Hime Yuko's face froze.

Familiar, too familiar, no one in the magic world is not familiar with this voice.Even a conjurer who may not be able to interact with Gojo Satoru for a lifetime will firmly remember the man's appearance, voice, and preferences under the instructions of his companions.

Because of worship, but also because of fear.

"Mr. Gojo!" Yuko Himei took a deep breath before turning around and forced a natural smile. Her voice was as enthusiastic as the usual conjurer who met Gojo Satoru for the first time, "I'm here..."

The short-haired woman's voice stopped abruptly.

Gojo Satoru looked at Hime Yuko strangely, the woman stared at his hand firmly, the envy, jealousy, anger and unwillingness in her eyes could almost instantly curse a super curse spirit.

"I'm here...to teach Miss Xuejian's lesson today." Yuko Hime said slowly, grinding his teeth, "What's wrong with Miss Xuejian?"

Being hugged so obediently, so obediently, she fell asleep defenselessly, and didn't even care where the man's hand holding her body was placed!

Mama's sweet girl!Stay away from the wild men out there!

Hands off!Get her off!

"Yuko?" Xue Jian Weizhi opened her eyes in a daze, and she said sleepily, "I'm so sleepy after a night of trouble, can I ask for a day off today?"

All night?The strings in Yuko Himei's mind snapped.

What to do all night?What to do to make people sleep like this?Why can't I leave by myself and have someone hug me back?

"She's only 15 years old..." Yuko Hime was about to grit her teeth.

"That's right." Gojo Satoru nodded in agreement, "Sleep is very important, go catch up on sleep first and then talk about other things."

He took out the key, and at the same time said to Yuko Hime: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but you have been a substitute teacher for a while. I will teach this child before my next business trip. Ms. Himi can take a good rest while she is on vacation."

The door closed in front of Yuko Himei, and the short-haired woman was so angry that her chest was tight.

This man not only ate the Chinese cabbage that she carefully raised, but also pulled out the roots for her to take home to eat.

Gojo Satoru, she and you are sworn to death!

"Men are all liars." Yuko Jijing scolded Xia Youjie together through gritted teeth, "Isn't it just preaching? I can do it!"

Er Wu Zai will never give up!Wait, Gojo Satoru, she has dug your corner!