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Fu Heihui's mind went blank for a moment, and it seemed that only the words Murata just said were left in his ears, which kept turning around.He looked at Murata's face, and Murata looked serious, probably really puzzled.

He unconsciously tightened his hand on the root of Murata's shoulder blade, and the distance between the two was compressed even shorter.

Fu Heihui spoke with a hoarse voice: "Do you want to open your mouth?"

I don't know why I asked the export.But the strange thing is that when he asked this question, Fu Heihui felt that he was much calmer, at least not as flustered as when Murata suddenly asked this question just now.

He looked directly into Murata's eyes, and Murata moved closer and licked his lips: "I want to try, couples have to open their mouths when they kiss, right? It's not like elementary school students slapping—"

"Wait, what flavor of candy do you like?"

The topic jumped too fast, Fu Heihui was taken aback for a moment: "...It doesn't matter if it's too sweet."

After saying this, he frowned slightly, and seemed a little dissatisfied with his answer, so he added: "Because I don't particularly like it, but I don't like very sweet ones, so I don't think it's particularly sweet—— Anyway, I'm not trying to fool you."

Murata took out a sugar bowl from his jacket, unscrewed it, and carefully selected it: "Let me see, it's not too sweet... oh, apple flavor."

He took out the candy wrapped in red icing - the hard shell candy paper rubbed against his fingers and made a 'beep beep bobo' sound.

The red candy paper becomes somewhat transparent after being unfolded, and the cut surface will reflect a brilliant golden-red color when it comes into contact with a little light source.

Fu Heihui remembered that he bought this can of sugar as a gift to Xiao Murata.

But now it has another use.

Murata threw the peeled candy into his mouth, chewed it, and the soft flesh on his cheeks bulged slightly.He still kept a very close distance with Fu Heihui, and after the candy was peeled off, the sweet and greasy taste of apple spread.

The smell sticks to Murata's fingertips, and also evaporates in the air they breathe.For the first time, Fu Heihui felt that this teeth-stinging sweetness was not particularly unbearable.

The crushed sugar in his mouth melted, Murata hesitated for a moment, and looked up at Fu Heihui.The voice was vague: "It seems to be a bit sweet... I should have chosen the lemon flavor."

Fu Heihui's eyelashes moved slightly.One of his hands is still in the position of clasping Murata's five fingers, and the palms are hot and sticky.

Murata was a little nervous, swallowed unconsciously, and his Adam's apple slid up and down.He moved closer to Fu Heihui, before his lips touched, his heart started beating wildly.

His face became inexplicably hot.

Murata carefully pressed Fuguro Megumi's lips.Murata didn't open his mouth yet, but he felt licked on his lips; under his nervousness, he licked it back without thinking - Fu Heihui's mouth was very soft, obviously he didn't eat sugar, but Murata tasted a little sweetness .

A lot of chemical knowledge ran through his mind inappropriately, trying to explain the source of the sweet taste on the tip of his tongue.Just when Murata's mind was full of horse racing, Fu Heihui exerted a little force on his shoulder blades, compressing the already insufficient distance between the two of them even tighter.

The slightly opened lips were close together, and the sweet and greasy taste of apple candy lingered.

Because they were too close, they couldn't see each other clearly, and even their breath smelled sweet and greasy.It was too sweet, the kind of sweetness that Fu Heihui would never taste at ordinary times.

The breathing became more and more chaotic, and it was completely out of order in the end.Obviously already out of breath, neither of the two sides is willing to take the initiative to retreat; the boy's strange desire to win and lose is ignited in an even stranger place, from a cautious temptation to a game of snatching oxygen.

The sugar bowl fell to the floor, and the colorful candies inside spilled out.

Murata felt that he should win no matter what—after all, he had practiced breathing since he was a child.

But it was strange, suddenly my legs went limp.It seems that when his lips were bitten by Fu Heihui's teeth, Murata's mind went blank for a moment.

The momentary opportunity was seized by Fu Heihui, his eyes were half-closed, and his long eyelashes really touched the bridge of Murata's nose this time; the back of his head and shoulders touched the wisteria climbing on the wall, and the large bunch of purple flowers Nestled on the cheek, Murata felt something was wrong, and subconsciously wanted to pull his hand out of Fu Heihui's palm.

No tics though.

But Fu Heihui stopped moving.He didn't continue to show that dangerous attacking stance, and stepped back slightly to give him room to breathe.Although the distance became very close, but strangely, the two did not look at each other.

Murata felt a little weak all over for no reason. His back was against the wisteria, but he still slid down a little distance. His plum red pupils were slightly out of focus, and he looked forward unconsciously. In front of his line of sight was Fu Heihui's collar, showing his neck and a little collarbone .

Fu Heihui was also panting heavily, drawing oxygen from the narrow gap between the two of them, when he lowered his eyes, he could see Murata's face that was much redder than usual.

He was silent for a while, curling his fingers and scraping Murata's cheek.Murata looked up at him, confused: "What's wrong?"

Fu Heihui suddenly stood up straight, and then helped Murata up too, with a slightly hoarse voice: "It's nothing."

"Your face is very red."

Murata: "..."

He put the back of his hand against his hot cheek, and exhaled: "It's so stuffy, it's blushing."

After a pause for a few seconds, Murata raised his eyes to look at Fu Heihui again - before he could clearly see Fu Heihui's expression, his eyes were covered by Fu Heihui's hand.

Murata wondered: "What are you doing?"

Fu Heihui leaned forward, and put his forehead on Murata's eyebrows with the palm of his hand: "...don't look at me from this angle."

Murata didn't know why.But his intuition told him not to ask too many questions, it might be dangerous.

So he nodded obediently: "Oh, then I won't watch it."

Fu Heihui: "Shall we go to the cemetery next?"

Murata thought for a while, and said, "No, Morikawa Sanae's cousin is using the body of Juri, and I can tell at a glance."

"Don't startle the snake, explain the situation here to Teacher 99... To be honest, I'm not sure what kind of thing is living in the body of the tree. It's not like a curse spirit, but it's definitely not the tree itself."

Because it was not Juri himself, Murata was a little angry the moment he saw the other party.But because the person who dragged him was Fu Heihui, even though he was very angry, he still obediently followed Fu Heihui away.

After walking out, he reflected briefly: It was really not a good time to do it just now.

The other party seemed to want to continue to pretend, and it would be difficult to figure out the other party's real purpose if they did it directly.

Murata was thinking about what happened in the tree when suddenly the pressure on his eyelashes lightened.He raised his eyes and immediately went to look at Fu Heihui——Fu Heihui's expression looked similar to usual, still the expression of 'I'm not happy'.

But it doesn't seem so unhappy.

When the two walked out of the narrow passage, Murata covered his mouth and sneezed, his eyes were immediately soaked with physiological tears.He fumbled in his pocket, but couldn't find the mask.Fu Heihui next to him handed him a mask. Murata was a little surprised, but he took it over and put it on immediately. His voice was muffled under the mask, and he said in a low voice, "Are you also sensitive to flower fragrance?"

Murata wears a mask in his haori pocket all year round, just to guard against the current situation.

Fu Heihui looked at the front without squinting: "No allergies."

"When you sent a message before, you told me that you were prone to sneezing when you smelled flowers, so I put some in my pocket."

Murata tried hard to recall when he talked about this with Fu Heihui, but he usually had too many scattered thoughts with Fu Heihui, and he couldn't remember it without looking through the chat records.So Murata had to give up.

He took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to 99 Youji, explaining the situation here. 99 Yuki also replied quickly, telling Murata that she would come over tonight.

Murata turned off the text message on the mobile phone, and tilted Fu Heihui's shoulder: "The teacher said that she will come in the afternoon... Hey, Hui's mobile phone is ringing."

Fu Heihui took out her mobile phone and looked at the caller ID on it. It was originally just an expression of 'I'm not happy', but it directly escalated to the stage of 'Fist is hard'.

Murata was curious: "Whose call?"

Fu Heihui was expressionless: "Mr. Wutiao's, I'll pick it up soon."

Although his expression was stinky, Fu Heihui still answered the phone.He didn't turn on the loudspeaker, but with Murata's hearing ability, he could easily hear the frivolous adult male voice on the phone: "Wow! It's been a long time since I answered the phone, can't you be dating?"

Fu Heihui: "...No."

Gojo Satoru: "Don't be so serious, Hui——"

Fu Heihui's face was indifferent: "Is there a mission?"

"There is no mission."

On the other end of the phone, Gojo Satoru smiled lightly and said, "It's just that Tsumiki just told me that you went to Mount Fujishiki, so I'm curious. Mount Fujishiki is not close to Saitama County."

Fu Heihui: "...to investigate the curse spirit."

The reason is perfect, but nothing suspicious can be found.But the opposite was Gojo Satoru, and it was hard to fool him with just such a reason, but surprisingly, Gojo Satoru didn't continue to ask.

After exchanging information about the mission, Gojo Satoru also quickly hung up the phone.After all, he is the strongest in the world of conjuration, Gojo Satoru's private time has long been squeezed to almost zero by work, and it is abnormal to make such a sudden call to Fu Heihui today.

Looking at the hung up phone, Fu Heihui fell into deep thought.

Murata also looked at his mobile phone—Fu Heihui turned to look at Murata, and Murata immediately looked away as if nothing had happened.Fu Heihui lowered his eyes, put the phone back in his pocket, and took Murata's hand again: "Mr. Gojo asked me about some tasks."

"Although he doesn't live with us, he is the nominal guardian of Tsumiji and me, and also my spell teacher, so he will occasionally call to ask about our recent situation. But Tsumiki doesn't know that he is a spellcaster. Teacher, I thought he was just a kind person who helped us."

Murata hooked Fu Heihui's finger: "That's it—"

Fu Heihui held his hand back: "Well, that's it."

The two walked side by side on the bluestone road.After walking for a while, Murata suddenly said, "Juri, like Sanae, grew up with me in the dojo. I and Juli are good friends."

Fu Heihui looked sideways at him.Murata turned his head to look at the tree next door, his neck was a little red.The expression on Fu Heihui's face relaxed a little, showing a very shallow smile: "That's it."

He is learning how to speak from Murata, but his intonation is a bit poor, and it doesn't sound like Murata at all.Murata couldn't help reaching out and rubbing his neck: "Well, that's it."