When the blind date is 5t5

Facing my invitation, they all brightened their eyes, suppressed their excitement and asked in a low voice: "Can I?"

"Of course." I nodded.

As soon as the words fell, the three high school students in front of them acted like kindergarten children. After cheering, they jumped up and clapped each other.

Seeing this, I couldn't help being infected by their vitality like the rising sun, and the corners of their mouths curved slightly.

Inadvertently glanced to one side from the corner of the eye, and met Gojo Satoru's slightly lowered eyes.

The sunglasses blocked his eyes, and for a moment, it was difficult for me to tell where his gaze fell.

Are you looking at me, or are you in a daze?

I was thinking tangledly, and suddenly there was an urge to take off his sunglasses.

However, I am not brave enough to touch the tiger's ass/butt.

I silently suppressed this impulse and continued to struggle in my heart.

After agreeing on the time to visit, they all bid farewell to us under the pretext of not disturbing the teachers and continuing their appointment.

Immediately afterwards, the three figures quickly walked away and gradually disappeared from our sight.

Gojo Satoru withdrew his gaze, lowered his head, and his thin lips brushed against my earlobe as if unintentionally, which immediately caused a scorching heat.

Ripples immediately flooded from the bottom of my heart, like ice and snow melting.

I brushed my hair back, trying to cover my hot ears, and put on a calm and reserved look on my face.

There were his slightly teasing words in my ears, I raised my eyes and glanced at him, and saw a smile on the corner of his mouth, with a bit of understanding in his expression, "My family?"

In this regard, I blushed silently, as quiet as a chicken.

Gojo Satoru didn't accept it as soon as he saw it, but lowered his voice and continued: "It seems that Asuka has begun to adapt to the identity of Mrs. Gojo."

"Then should I be called differently?" He paused, his voice was unhurried, but inexplicably ambiguous, "For example...husband."

I choked, and suddenly began to regret why I couldn't think about inviting students from the Tokyo school, and gave this guy a chance to make a fuss.

It just deserves it.

In this regard, I chose to take the initiative to take the blame, and changed the subject in a rather blunt tone, "I made a slip of the tongue. Now that the bed is booked, we can go to the next stop."

After speaking, he took a step forward and prepared to leave.

However, just two steps out, I was forcefully carried back by Gojo Satoru.

Both feet left the ground, and in a trance, a sense of weightlessness hit my heart.

what's the situation? ? ?

I lowered my head, and suddenly found that I was at least [-] centimeters above the ground, maybe more!

The sound of my heartbeat suddenly missed half a beat, and I jumped up and down in the air in a daze and bewilderment.

The kimono on my body seemed to be unable to bear the movement, it was crumbling, giving me the illusion that it was about to split.

Thinking of this, the originally feverish brain gradually calmed down, and it began to function in view of the situation in front of it.

In case, fall down.

It should be on the face, and there is a high probability that disfigurement will occur.

As soon as this conclusion came out, I was like a cat being pinched by the back of the neck, and I had to be obedient and obedient.

Immediately afterwards, Gojo Satoru's voice came clearly from above his head.

He smiled and said, "Call me husband, and I'll let you down."

But this behavior completely shocked me, and a series of bullet screens flashed across my mind.

How can there be such a threat?

Is he a middle school student?

No, comparing him with middle school students is insulting them instead.Junior high school students are more mature than him! ! !

It's better to say that he is a primary school chicken.

I couldn't help but swear at him, "If you have the ability, you just keep carrying me away like this."

When Wutiao Wu heard the words, he sneered, "Okay."

Then he took a step forward and walked towards the door.

I watched helplessly as I got closer and closer to the gate, one step, two steps, three steps.

The glass door clearly reflects my current predicament, and there are pedestrians outside the door.

There was even a moment when I felt like I caught their curious gaze.

Disgraceful and lost.

My self-esteem collapsed on the spot, I lowered my eyes, and after a long while of fighting between heaven and man in my mind, I pursed my mouth and yelled at him aggrievedly: "Husband."

The voice can be as reluctant as it needs to be.

Gojo Satoru stopped in his tracks and let me go contentedly.

When my feet finally landed on the ground, I looked up at the nasty smile on his mouth, clenched my fists out of breath, and punched him.

Well, all hit hard muscles.

There was a faint pain in my right hand, and the more I thought about it, the angrier I became, and even my mind was in a mess.

He stood still and didn't dodge. Seeing that I stopped waving my fist, he rubbed my head and asked, "Are you done breathing?"

"No." I snapped back angrily.

"Then why not," Gojo Satoru elongated his voice, making him appear even more unflattering, "I'll call you wife too, to cancel each other out."

I stared at his proposal in bewilderment.

Can it be offset like this?

Are you kidding me?

"Is it okay, wife?" He grabbed my arm and shook it, almost knocking me down.

Facing his "acting like a baby", I was not moved, but instead questioned expressionlessly: "Shouldn't it make me carry you like a chicken, so that it can be considered as a counterbalance?"

When Wujo Wu heard this, he forced a smile to remind me, "The premise of this is that you can afford me."

After speaking, he scanned my small body up and down with his eyes.

Facing his mocking eyes, I clenched my fists and shouted at him angrily: "You are dead. I will go to Dongtang tomorrow and let him pick you up!"

"I don't believe it anymore. Could it be that Dongdou Aoi, the tallest and strongest student in the Kyoto school, can't lift you up?" I raised my neck and forced myself to say harsh words to him, "He's a strong man with eight-pack abs. Chinese!"

Hearing this, Gojo Gojo pulled down his sunglasses and stared at me closely. A storm seemed to be brewing in his blue eyes, and the smile on his mouth gradually disappeared.

After a while, he asked in a deep tone, "How do you know he has eight-pack abs?"