When the blind date is 5t5

The thoughts in my heart were suddenly punctured by him, I bit my lower lip uncomfortably, and even curled my toes together in embarrassment.

Just when I didn't know what to say to break the silence at this moment, an extremely crisp finger snapping sound appeared beside my ears.

I came back to my senses suddenly, only to see Gojo Satoru propping his hands on the table, leaning forward, only a small figure clearly imprinted in his blue pupils.

Why are you looking at me like this?

His eyes were too deep, and various complicated and unclear emotions were suppressed in them.

It's like the obsession that is about to become a madman, but it's incredibly gentle.

With just one glance, I felt like I had turned into a butterfly, crashing headlong into the vortex, my wings were torn apart by the blast, and my body fell slowly, and then, bit by bit, I fell into this carefully crafted blue sky. net.

Can't struggle, can't escape.

"Promise me," he said.

The warm breath hit the corner of my mouth ambiguously, like a kiss.

Suddenly, this absurd illusion took over my brain.

The lips moved unconsciously a few times, the answer had already flowed into the throat, and it was only a chance to blurt it out.

In the next second, the alarm bells for danger began to tremble wildly in his brain.

It was only then that I realized what almost happened just now, my heart seemed to be pinched by a big hand, and the beating sound missed most of the beat.

What followed was a faint premonition.

As if there was some arrogant existence, he kicked open the door that had been imprisoned for a long time, and walked into my world with a high profile.

Under this premonition, panic spread uncontrollably.

Reason tells me that it is time to expel him with a strong attitude.

But like an ostrich, I buried my head firmly under the sand, and even subconsciously there was a glimmer of expectation.

"Feel sorry."

I turned my head in embarrassment, my voice dry.

"Have you made up your mind?" The aura that belonged to the man suddenly went away, "If you don't agree today, what will you face next time?"

He paused, and continued: "Since you have already compromised once, the old man and your family will only make progress."

Of course I know this, but it is also difficult for me to agree to a marriage with a blind date I met for the first time.

After hesitating for a while, I mumbled, "I will reject them."

Gojo Satoru snorted lightly at this.

After that, he never made any comments.

Maybe it was the repeated failures that made him feel embarrassed, and he decided to choose to give up a timid and boring person like me.

Such an ending seems to be good, anyway, if we meet again in the future, we will just be nodding strangers.

But why is the mood so low for no reason.

I took a big sip of milk tea to calm myself down, and unexpectedly found that the cold milk tea tastes better than the hot one!

So, he turned his disappointment into motivation, and drank it one mouthful after another.

Seeing me drinking tons of milk tea, Gojo Wu asked curiously, "Is it delicious?"

His sudden question almost choked me in fright.

"Okay, delicious." I stammered and replied, my whole face felt hot for no reason.

After getting this answer, Wujo Wu raised his hand, and said loudly to the waiter who came over, "Two cups of milk tea are packed separately, one cup should be seven points sweet, the other cup three points, and a piece of chestnut cream cake."

Seventy sweet?Wouldn't this really kill people? ? !

I looked at him in shock, another guess gradually emerged in my mind.

Or is this cup of milk tea actually brought to other people?And the three-point sweet cup is for him to drink.

Walking out of the dessert shop, I posed this question to him.

Gojo Satoru stopped abruptly. With a height of 1.9 meters, he looked at me almost condescendingly, and explained: "No one else, the three-point cup was originally intended for you."

He paused, then added with a smile: "The signature chestnut cake of this store is also delicious."

After speaking, he handed me a cup of milk tea in his hand, and a box of small cakes.

I froze in place, and after a while, I belatedly recalled the milk tea I ordered.

It is indeed three points sweet.

Suddenly, the tip of my heart seemed to be soaked in a warm current, it was crispy, numb, sore and soft.

Thankfully the scarf is big enough for me to bury most of my cheeks in it.

With a blushing face, I took the two bags from his hand, held them back for a while, and then said in a muffled voice, "Thank you."

"Compared to thanking," he inserted/inserted the straw into the milk tea, winked and teased me, "I hope you will think about me first when you are forced to get married."

I wondered at his obsession, "Why me?"

Wujo Wu heard the words, he put away the laziness on his face, and said calmly: "Compared with other people, you are more pleasing to the eye. At the same time, a marriage in name only can help me solve a lot of troubles."

It turned out to be the case.

I suddenly realized, and then it was like being poured a basin of cold water on my head, which instantly extinguished the hidden palpitations.

It’s not really my fault that I feel this way.

No matter who is facing his provocative and unknowing behaviors, there will be narcissistic thoughts about whether he likes himself or not.

Gojo Wu raised his eyebrows and asked back: "Isn't this a win-win situation?"

In this regard, I chose to nod, and replied perfunctorily with a "hmm".

After thinking about everything, I looked up at him and secretly came to a conclusion:

This guy has properly hidden the scumbag reserve!

Without the filter that he might have fallen in love with me at first sight, I looked at him with obvious pickiness.

This face is indeed in line with my aesthetics, but...

He is too tall!

If we really marry him, then we walk together like a dwarf who has strayed into the kingdom of giants, or a father who takes his daughter out for a walk.

Not to mention that when we get along in daily life, if I want to fight with him, I probably won't even have the chance to do it.

He only needs to use one hand to control me to death, and then no matter how I throw around, I can't hit him!

It's ironic when you think about this picture.

I reject.

However, Gojo Satoru seemed to take my perfunctory statement seriously.

He took the blindfold back, waved his hand happily, and said goodbye: "Then it's done."

???

Wait, what did you say?

I haven't promised you yet!

I stared dumbfounded at him disappearing in front of me, as if I was afraid that I would give a clear rebuttal to his behavior of buying and selling by force.

Just as I was silently regretting, a familiar black Mercedes-Benz slowly stopped beside me.

This is the car specially sent by the principal of Leyan Temple to pick me up.

As soon as I opened the car door, I heard friendly ridicule from my colleague Shanghu, "How was your first blind date?"

I sat down and put the cake and milk tea on my lap, "It's...not bad."

After looking at me through the rearview mirror, Ueto said with emotion: "Wow~ It seems that Nanami is quite considerate."

Nanami?who is he?

Shouldn't it be Gojo Satoru? ! !

I raised my head suddenly, and a ridiculous guess suddenly appeared.

"How tall is Nanami-kun?" I asked tentatively.

"Hmm..." Ueto thought for a while before replying hesitantly, "Maybe in the early 1.8 meters."

"Then do you know a white hair about 1.9 meters tall?" I continued to ask incredulously.

While driving, Ueto chatted with me nonchalantly: "You said Wutiao, he is very strong, he should be regarded as the top existence among conjurers. However, his relationship with the principal of Leyan Temple is very difficult."

Good guy, it turns out that I still feel lonely.

The phone vibrated silently, and I looked down at the smiley emoticon pack sent by Gojo Wu on the line, and suddenly a burst of anger welled up in my heart.

[Are you kidding me?You imposter bastard! ]