When the blind date is 5t5

To me, memory is like the sand in a broken bottle.No matter how hard you try to pick it up, there will always be a part of it flowing through your fingers and completely disappearing in the long river of time.

Therefore, I need to use a diary to write down some key content every day to prevent the next amnesia.

However, the heptagram has only just darkened its third line.There is still a long way to go before the vitality is exhausted and the body falls into a deep sleep to recover.

Realizing this, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

When I came back to my senses, I remembered the question Gojo Satoru just asked, and I tried to look through my barren and gloomy memory.

That's fine, it's blank.

I am not surprised by this result.

Even normal people with no memory problems can rarely recall clearly what happened to them 19 years ago.

Not to mention me, my memory is probably a little bit better than the goldfish's seven seconds.

So, I said calmly, "I don't know. But compared to being torn apart, it's also very likely that I didn't write a diary at all in that year."

Just when I was in a trance, Gojo Satoru had quickly flipped through the rest of the diary.

He pointed to another place, and said in a cold tone: "And from September 9th to October 16st this year, all records during this period have also disappeared."

He paused, and then asked sarcastically: "If you are seven years old, you may not keep a diary for some reason. Then, the 25-year-old who has persisted for more than ten years and has never missed a day How could you miss this time for no reason?"

In an instant, I gradually fell into thinking when he asked me.

Oh yes.

Where did that record go?

Silence fell between the two of us, the tick-tock of the clock in our ears.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the living room, there are no clouds on the dark blue night, the moon is bright, and the stars are dotted, as if to indicate the good weather tomorrow.

I sat on Wutiao Wu's lap, my face puffed up, and I couldn't understand it.

After a day of continuous high-intensity rotation, the brain begins to send signals that it wants to go on strike.At the same time, exhaustion also surged out of his brain, and flowed to his limbs along with the blood.

I rubbed my eyelids, which were starting to fight, and let out a long, sleepy yawn.

It's time to sleep.

I thought about it, and decided to let go of thinking about this issue and leave it to my tomorrow self instead.

"I'm going to take a shower and go to bed." I shook my calf and reminded me in a low voice.

Wutiaowu let go of his hand when he heard the words.

The clear breath that belonged to him left suddenly, I was stunned for a moment, and then felt a little empty.

As soon as this emotion popped up, it was like pouring a basin of cold water on your head, and you instantly woke up.

As if fleeing from some preying beast, I jumped off his lap with a swift movement.

"The bathroom is next to the master bedroom," Gojo Satoru said lazily, leaning on the sofa, "There are new towels in the cabinet."

Compared with towels, I suddenly thought of a more embarrassing thing.

Because of Kamo Yuta's sudden interruption, I forgot to pack some clothes and bring them here.

Now, apart from this outfit, I don't even have a change of underwear, let alone pajamas.

In this regard, I stood in front of Gojo Satoru with a dejected face, and asked weakly, "Is there a convenience store nearby?"

Gojo Satoru looked at me puzzled, "What? Are you hungry?"

Listening to his speculation, I felt my body was insulted on the spot.

Do I look so edible? !

Obviously I'm only 90 pounds.

I puffed up my face, secretly sulking.

Anyway, all the diaries have been read, so there is no face left in front of Gojo Satoru.

Facing his suspicious gaze, I chose to throw the pot over, and read in pieces: "It's all your fault, you didn't say in advance that I would move here, so I didn't even bring a piece of clothes with me, and I had to go Buy a set of disposable underwear at the convenience store."

Gojo Satoru was silent, and the expression on his face suddenly froze.

I stared at him, daring to use my normal vision of 5.0 to guarantee that his face seemed to be a little red at the moment.

Gojo Satoru gradually froze his face under my stare, he stood up without saying a word, took out an ordinary-looking white shirt from the separate cloakroom, and threw it to me casually.

"Use this pajamas instead," he said, and then put on the blindfold, making a look ready to go out, "You go and wash first, and I'll buy these things."

I looked at him dumbfounded, "???"

This, let's forget it.

Even my mother hasn't bought underwear for me yet.

The shame was completely bursting, and the whole person began to steam.

Gojo Satoru seemed to see my inner thoughts from my expression, and he pushed me into the bathroom with one hand, "Do you know the way out? I just happen to have something to buy, so I'll bring it back for you by the way."

After speaking, he also took the initiative to close the door for me.

Holding the shirt that Gojo Satoru just gave me, I stood in the bathroom blankly.

The clean mirror clearly reflects my appearance at the moment.

His cheeks were flushed, and even his neck and collarbone were covered with conspicuous blood.

There was a faint sound of closing the door next to my ears, I took a deep breath, and felt extremely regretful in my heart.

If I knew it earlier, I shouldn't have mentioned this matter, and I wouldn't die if I didn't take a bath for a day.

The hot water flows out of the shower and gently falls on my body, which immediately soothes my mental fatigue.

And Gojo Satoru knocked on the door at this time.

"I left it by the door," he said, muffled into the bathroom.

Then, I heard his footsteps leaving.

After washing off the foam on my body, I cautiously walked to the door, listening to the movement outside the door like a thief.

After confirming that there was no one outside the door, I sneakily opened the bathroom door a little, stretched out my hand, and quickly fished out the pink packaging bag.

Closing the door again, I tremblingly put on the disposable underwear he bought for me.

Gojo Satoru's shirt instantly turned into a knee-length shirt skirt when I put it on.

The slightly see-through material couldn't hide the color of the underwear at all. I stared at the mirror in despair for a long time before I managed to muster up the courage to go out.

If the teacher who was taught etiquette saw this scene, he might be outraged and have a cerebral hemorrhage.

As soon as I got out of the bathroom, I headed straight for the queen bed in the bedroom and got in quickly.

The dark gray quilt gave me a great sense of security. I poked my head out, while the rest of my body was tightly hidden in the quilt.

Gojo Satoru looked at me playfully.

He leaned down, stroked my freshly dried hair skillfully, and said to himself, "I'm going to take a shower."

I watched him go blankly, with only one question left in my mind.

Why did he go to the shower to tell me?

It's like getting ready to start some pair sport.

Thinking of this, in order to protect my 26 years of chastity, I resolutely locked the door.

Let him find a place to sleep by himself, anyway, this bed belongs to me alone tonight.

After doing this, I lay on this strange bed, and the clear fragrance of the same style as Gojo Satoru wafted from the tip of my nose.

Smelling this smell, for a while, I couldn't sleep.

The various events that happened tonight can be said to have pulled my lower limit to the bottom.

Next, there should be nothing that can make me doubt life as much as I do now.

I thought so swearingly.

Until I heard the sound of the door lock being opened.

I watched Gojo Satoru walk in slowly.

He was naked from the upper body, and the water drops from the ends of his hair dripped onto his fair skin, then streaked across his smooth muscles, and quietly disappeared into the bath towel around his waist, leaving only an ambiguous Water stains.

"You, what do you want to do???" I heard myself stammering.

Gojo Satoru wiped his hair and looked at me, answering in a reasonable tone, "Sleep."

I panicked, "Are you going to sleep here tonight?!"

"Otherwise, where would I sleep?" He asked back, "It's my bed."

After the words fell, he lifted the quilt without talking about Wude, and lay down.

Unexpectedly, there was more heat around me, as if I was looking directly into Medusa's eyes, my whole body was completely petrified, and my heart was in a mess.

Is it too late to go back to Kamo's ancestral house now?

In the silence, I still wanted to run out to sleep on the sofa in despair. Anyway, I am small, and the sofa in the living room can accommodate me.

In the end, before he got up, Gojo Satoru saw through his intention to escape.

He acted like a normal person, turned off the light, pressed my extremely stiff shoulder, and said softly: "It's late, go to sleep."

The voice is neither urgent nor slow, and the speed of speech is just right, and there is no trace of emotion in it.

However, in this situation, how could it be possible to sleep?

I stared blankly at the ceiling, listening to his breathing, until the exhaustion of my body completely overwhelmed the tension of sharing the bed with him, and my consciousness was gradually dragged into a dream.