When the blind date is 5t5

Lying on this big dark bed again, my heart is much more stable than before.

"What did you dream about just now?" Gojo Satoru rested his head on his left hand and looked at me calmly.

The dim light shone on his face, and there was a little tenderness in the blue eyes, which suddenly softened the sharpness between his brows a lot.

I clutched his pajamas, lowered my eyes, hesitated for a long time before replying slowly: "I remembered."

"Huh?" He hummed softly, with the laziness of just waking up in his voice.

It fell into my ears and it was sexy.

The tip of my heart felt as if it had been scratched by a cat's paw, and the itching began to flood uncontrollably.

I bit my lips lightly, my eyelashes trembled slightly, and tried to explain to him in an indifferent tone: "I just remembered everything that happened in Shibuya."

Shibuya.

As soon as the word appeared, there was a long silence that was long enough to make people nervous.

Suddenly remembering the mission of rescuing Wujo Wu mentioned in the mouth of the knotweed, I secretly looked at Wujo Wu.

I saw that his expression was still calm, as if the person trapped in Shibuya was not him.

Then, Gojo Satoru approached, tentatively rubbing the tip of my nose lightly.

"That's all over," he said.

Accompanied by this murmur, the cool mint breath that belongs to mouthwash quietly sprayed on the corners of the lips, with a hint of aggression in the intimacy.

Even though the punishment was close, I felt that I was being kissed deeply by him for no reason.

There was scorching heat quietly in the air, the heartbeat began to be out of control, and there was a hot current running unscrupulously in the body.

"Yes, it's over." I heard myself answer.

His voice was as soft as the meowing of a kitten, and his cheeks were hot.

With the help of Gojo Satoru, my mother has already completely withdrawn from my life.Although the shadow of danger has not disappeared, but at this moment I am free and belong to myself.

Thinking of this, the uneasiness caused by the nightmare gradually dissipated, and the desire to become stronger was like sparks falling into the heart, instantly igniting a prairie fire.

Crispy Nanny⒂Xing Wei Kiss Bajing It's time to upgrade to Violent Nanny.

I cleared my mind of redundant thoughts, and then said to him: "Tomorrow, you will teach me how to protect myself and fight."

The tone is firm, without a trace of hesitation.

In this regard, Gojo Satoru curled the corners of his mouth, and his smile suddenly filled with emotion that my daughter had finally grown up, "Okay. Don't cry when the time comes."

"No way," I puffed up my face in the face of his teasing, and abruptly changed the subject, "By the way, what are you angry about this afternoon?"

Before answering, I guessed again in a low voice: "Could it be that I'm jealous?"

No way.

Gojo Satoru distanced himself slightly from me, the arc of the corner of his mouth did not match the frame

Meeting my hesitant eyes, he admitted frankly: "Yes, I'm just jealous. Who told Asuka to only remember Fuheshier, and then completely forget about me."

For a moment, I was so shocked by his righteous attitude that I didn't know what to complain about.

Are you a lemon reincarnated?

I questioned him with my eyes.

Gojo Satoru didn't feel ashamed, he raised his eyebrows, "Isn't it? And that guy wants to rob me, it's just a dream, I don't even look at how good I am, I can crush him to death with one hand .”

I looked at him speechlessly.

Seeing this, Gojo Satoru lowered his eyes, his drawn out voice was a little dangerous, and then he asked warningly, "Isn't it?"

"Yes, yes, yes," I couldn't help laughing, "You are Nanbowan, number one in the world, no one can beat you."

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand to touch the white hair, and inserted his five fingers into the soft hair.

While stroking the hair, I softened my voice: "Mr. Fu Hei and I are just friends, and there is no other superfluous relationship."

"Since I have promised you, I won't break my promise," I paused, and took a deep breath, "I will learn to like Shangwu little by little."

In fact, I already like it, but the little pride of being the confessed person prevents me from acknowledging my true heart.

I bent my eyes and continued to comfort me: "So, you don't have to be jealous. Wait for me."

It will be fine soon.

Gojo Satoru stared at me, and after a while, he asked abruptly, "Then can I kiss you now?"

As soon as the words fell, heat rushed to my cheeks, and the hand touching his hair froze, and I stammered, "Why did you kiss me?"

"Suddenly I thought about it," Gojo Satoru pinched my wrist, rubbed the protruding bone with his fingertips, and asked again, "Is it possible, Mrs. Gojo?"

When he said "Madame Wutiao", he deliberately lowered his voice, as if he was immersed in a little desire.

I froze my body, licked my dry lips uneasily, and replied almost inaudibly, "Yeah."

Then, he was pressed into the soft bedding by a huge force.

Gojo Satoru looked down at me, the light and shadow were bounded by the bridge of his nose, half of it was covered in shadow, and half of it fell into my eyes.

Panic suddenly filled the bottom of my heart, my toes curled up silently, and my calf muscles tensed into a straight line. I looked away unwillingly, not daring to keep looking at his aggressive eyes, for fear of being swallowed in one gulp.

The next second, the lights went out.

In the darkness, the slightly cold touch from the lips seemed to turn on an ambiguous switch.

Inch by inch, keep running hard along the lip line.

Immediately afterwards, he heard hoarse coaxing, "Relax. Be good."

I subconsciously let go of my teeth.

Soon, he fell into the mire full of eroticism, and his brain gradually became dizzy.

——*——*——

The next day, the devil training arranged by Gojo Satoru began.

From shooting to actual combat, in the blink of an eye, a busy week has passed.

Until Gojo Satoru's birthday came.

"Sister Asuka," Nagizaki lay on the podium, she looked at me curiously and asked, "What birthday gift do you plan to give Mr. Gojo?"

After packing up the textbooks, I suddenly realized that there were only four days left before his birthday.

!!!

As for the birthday present, of course, preparations have yet to begin.

When I realized this, I couldn't help but show a hint of resentment, and my brain was running fast.

What should I give?

Recalling the birthday presents I once gave to students, Todo’s Kotakada’s limited-edition portraits, Gigimaru’s Gunpla, Kenki’s Apple Watch, etc.

These seem to be

In this regard, I looked at them in confusion, and chose to throw the question back, "What about you?"

Hu Zhang scratched his chin with his fingers, "We should pay some money each, and then get together to buy a big-name dress for Mr. Wu Tiao that he often wears."

The row of the latest early spring models in the closet flashed silently in front of my eyes.

Skip this one.

Forget it, let's think about something else, or you can ask the singer's opinion.

It's been a long time, and I still miss her a little.

As I thought this way, the movements of my hands gradually accelerated.

Once I got home, I collapsed on the couch.

After salting fish for a long time, I took out my phone, clicked on the chat box of Diva, typed a sentence and sent it.

[Diva, are you free now? 】

Not long after, the other side gave a reply.

[Diva: Miss Kamo finally remembers me as an old man, smiling.jpg. 】

Seeing the mockery she sent, I rubbed the tip of my nose angrily, not knowing what to reply.

Immediately afterwards, a clear voice call sounded in the living room.

Just after picking it up, a gentle female voice came out clearly through the microphone, "Tell me, what's the matter?"

"That's right," I organized my words secretly, and replied hesitantly, "I want to ask you, if you want to give someone a birthday present, what should you give?"

"Male and female?"

"male."

"Wujowu?" In the voice of the singer ⒂Xinghuang Kexisang was obviously asking, but her tone was affirmative.

!!!

Wait, how did she know?

I froze in place, and then a suspicious object appeared in my mind.

"Dongtang told you?" I asked tentatively.

"No," the singer retorted without thinking, "It's my birthday these few days, and my gender is still male. As far as I know, there is probably only Gojo Satoru, an idiot."

"Fool?"

"Don't digress. As Dongtang said on Twitter, you are the one who married Gojo Satoru, right?" Diva sneered.

I was even more shocked, "How can you even guess this?!!"

"Sure enough," the diva suddenly raised her voice and said angrily, "I knew that guy was up to no good! During the exchange meeting between sister schools, I looked at you like a dog. Damn it! "

Afterwards, the other end of the phone began to insult Gojo Satoru online.

I swallowed, decisively chose to change the subject, and exclaimed in an exaggerated tone: "Diva, long time no see, have you evolved into a contemporary Sherlock Holmes?"

However, Diva did not eat this set.She pointed her finger at me, and said bitterly, "Why did you fall into this pit of his blindly?"

Why do everyone think that I am blind, so they fall in love with Gojo Satoru?

I slandered in my heart, and then retorted defensively: "Wuhe still has some advantages, such as that face."

Diva was silent.

I made up the knife again: "And the strength is still strong."

"Okay," Diva was a little helpless about the advantages I listed, she seemed to recognize it, and then brought the topic back to the beginning, "Give him a birthday present, let me think about...how about giving it to him?" A pair of limited edition sneakers? Don’t men like sneakers, just like we like high heels.”

"He seems to be an exception," I frowned, "and as a gift of sneakers, it would be better to give him a supercar."

The phone was quiet again.

It took almost 3 minutes before she complained like jealousy, "I got a supercar as a birthday present, why didn't I see you being so generous on my previous birthdays."

Hearing this, I felt like a scumbag who was pointed out by my old love for unfair treatment, and embarrassment suddenly jumped from the bottom of my feet.

"Buy," the desire to survive soared, and I decisively chose to level the two bowls of water, "I'll buy it when it's your birthday."

Regarding this, Diva couldn't help but chuckled, "Forget it, it's fine if you make up your mind, I'm not as difficult as Master Wu Tiao."

She paused, "But, Asuka, if you really don't know what gift to give him, you can just ask him what he wants."

I began to hesitate, "But...wouldn't it be ⒂ core happy."

The singer reassured: "Instead of guessing his preferences here, it's better to ask me how reliable I am. Don't worry, giving him a gift is already the biggest surprise."

"Okay, then I'll ask tonight."

After finishing this topic, we chatted for a while along the various things that happened in the past few days.

Just when I was about to hang up the phone, Diva seemed to remember something, and said abruptly: "By the way, I heard that Miwa and the others will come to the Tokyo school in a few days."

I asked puzzledly, "Is there something important?"

Diva kindly reminded: "No, I just came to visit you and condemn you for leaving without saying goodbye. Also, they don't know the relationship between you and Gojo Satoru, so you can remember how to explain to them when the time comes. "

After finishing speaking, there was an extremely indifferent beeping sound from the other end of the phone.

Thinking of the coming Kyoto group, I wailed and collapsed on the sofa as if escaping.

Is it too late to apply for a business trip now? ! !

——*——*——

that night.

Gojo Satoru and I sat face to face at the dining table, and for dinner he cooked creamy mushroom pasta.

The silver knife and fork collided with the porcelain plate, making a slight sound.

I raised my eyes and glanced at him with clear eyes.

At the moment, he seemed to be in a good mood.

So, I stopped beating around the bush, took a deep breath, and asked directly, "What birthday present do you want?"

"Me?" Gojo Satoru put down the silver fork in his hand.

I nodded, "Yes. Isn't it your birthday this Friday? Tell me, what gift do you want, I will try my best to satisfy you."

Gojo Satoru then fell into thinking.

After a while, he dragged his voice with a half-smile, and asked pointedly: "Can I ask for further contact?"