When the blind date is 5t5

When I woke up again, it was already ten past nine in the evening.

The room was dim, and there was still the unique clear fragrance of Gojo Satoru on the side of the pillow.The door was not closed, and through the narrow gap, a ray of bright light quietly poured in.

Vaguely, one can see a crumpled used sleeve hanging on the trash can in the corner.

My eyes froze, and the memory gradually began to come back.

There is no sticky or greasy feeling on the skin after exercise, and the whole body is refreshed and clean.Except for the soreness that still remained after being forcefully stretched and filled, there was no other discomfort.

It seems that after completely losing consciousness, he was cleaned carefully.

I glanced at the brand new nightdress on my body, and secretly guessed.

Missing lunch and dinner, my stomach broke out completely after being unbearable, and it gurgled loudly in protest.

I lifted the quilt, crawled down slowly, and decided to go out to find some food.

However, the reality gave me a painful blow.

As soon as his feet touched the floor, before he had time to stand still, he suddenly felt weak, as if his lower body was paralyzed and he had just regained consciousness.

I was caught off guard and fell to the ground, blankly meeting Gojo Satoru who pushed the door in.

The light depicts his slender silhouette. At a certain moment, the world in front of him seems to have faded out of color, and he has become the most colorful existence.

Then, he walked up to me slowly, bringing the light into the dark corner where I was.

Gojo Satoru bent down, put the tip of his nose against mine, and asked with a smile, "Does it still hurt?"

The voice is full of seductive magnetism, which for no reason reminds me of the low panting with strong desire and frank love words when I was rubbing my ears together.

The tips of my ears gradually became hot, and I turned my face uncomfortably, trying to cover my cheeks with loose hair.

"It hurts." I said muffled.

"I saw it when I was taking a bath for you. It was a bit swollen, but fortunately, there was no bleeding."

Gojo Satoru easily picked me up, held my buttocks with one hand, and continued: "I just went out to buy ointment, eat first, and after I finish eating, I will apply it for you."

My body jumped into the air suddenly, I subconsciously put my hands around his neck and looked at him dazedly.

When he heard that he was going to apply medicine to his area with his own hands, his shame burst instantly, and it was broken into pieces on the spot.

I remained silent, and buried my face deeply into his neck, and after a long time, I finally said, "I paint it myself."

In this regard, Gojo Satoru dragged the end of the sound, doubting: "Can you?"

Why not?

It's not that I broke my hand, so maybe I really let you come?

If this is the case, it is better not to apply it, anyway, with my physique, it can be cured within two days at most.

I thought about it angrily, and then I opened my mouth and bit his neck angrily.

Gojo Gojo hissed in pain, and the muscles in his arms tensed suddenly.

After a while, I let go.

I glanced at the freshly made clear teeth marks, and then at Gojo Wu's exquisite and handsome side face, and I repeated it stubbornly: "I want to paint it myself."

"Okay," Gojo Satoru said helplessly, "call me if you can't paint."

Don't worry, you won't have this chance.

I said nothing, just told him with my eyes.

As soon as he left the room, he could smell the faint fragrance of food wafting in the air.

Gojo Satoru opened the dining table and chairs and sat down directly. He put me on his lap like a fragile porcelain doll, and even planned to feed me with his own hands.

"I cooked some white rice porridge," he scooped up half a scoop with a spoon, blew on it, and carefully handed it to my mouth.

The implication is obvious.

I looked at him blankly, I didn't really want to cooperate with the performance that should cooperate.

Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows, "Could it be that Asuka Niao wants me to feed you 'personally'?"

He deliberately emphasized the word "personal mouth", with an attitude that if you don't cooperate with me, you can find another way.

"No need," I decisively snatched the spoon from his hand, and opened up a third option, "I'll do it myself."

If he hadn't held my waist tightly, I should have fled to the opposite chair now.

Under Gojo Satoru's slightly regretful gaze, I drank the bowl of porridge one mouthful after another.

The rice grains are boiled so well that they are easy to eat, and when paired with dried plums, the sweet and sour taste will whet your appetite.

Seeing this, Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand from the dining table and brought a porcelain bowl with a wave pattern on a white background, and placed it in front of me. He said very courteously, "Don't just drink porridge, eat something else for a change."

When I heard this, I lowered my eyes and saw a bowl full of red bean rice.

The hand holding the spoon began to tremble, and I looked at him incredulously, "You cooked this too?"

Gojo Satoru nodded.

I congratulated myself by cooking red bean rice by myself. I was shocked by his shameless spirit.

Too shameless!

Wujo Gojo didn't seem to notice my disdainful gaze, but instead showed complacency, "It's our first time having sex, shouldn't we have a bowl of red bean rice to celebrate?"

Hearing this, I was speechless.

"Asuka just takes one bite."

Seeing that I had no intention of reaching out to this bowl of red bean rice, he lowered his head, his soft white hair rubbing against my neck, and acted cuddly like a big cat.

Faced with his acting like a baby, my mind quickly fell into a battle between heaven and man.

To eat or not to eat.

After hesitating for a while, in the end I still couldn't hold on to my heart, and reluctantly stretched out a spoon towards it.

Acting like a baby succeeded, Gojo Satoru kissed the corner of my mouth as a reward, and then smiled contentedly.

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After successfully filling my stomach, I went into the toilet alone, locked the door, and wiped the medicine on myself with trembling hands.

The cold ointment relieved the discomfort to a great extent.

When I was done, I rinsed my fingers with cold water.He raised his head and saw himself in the mirror inadvertently.

His cheeks were flushed, his lips were slightly swollen, and there was even a bit of skin on it.

Is Gojo Satoru a dog?

I couldn't help complaining, dried my hands with a paper towel, pushed open the toilet door, and gave the man who was sitting lazily on the sofa an angry look.

After that comes liquidation time.

"When did you buy that box?" I awkwardly sat beside him.

Gojo Satoru looked at me puzzled, "Huh?"

"Just..." I paused, took a deep breath, and said clearly, "Contraception."

In this regard, Gojo Satoru blinked, smiled mischievously and said, "Guess."