When the blind date is 5t5

Gojo Satoru grasped my waist skillfully, and with a little force, he easily carried me into his arms.

With my head pressed against his chin, I raised my eyes, and then my eyes fell on the Adam's apple, which was so close in front of me.

Its shape and size are just right, and it can even be said that if it is more abrupt, it will be slightly feminine.

Embedded in Gojo Wu's fair and slender neck, it added a bit of color to him for no reason.

Maybe it was because my sight was too hot at the moment, Gojo Satoru silently rolled down his Adam's apple.

Suddenly, I felt a strong and aggressive male hormone rushing towards my face.

His eyes froze, and the tip of his heart seemed to be lightly brushed by a feather, and the itch surged up uncontrollably.

In the ear is the devil's deceptive murmur with a smile, he is saying——

kiss it.

Desires grew wildly like weeds in an instant, and I raised my head slightly.

In the silence, against Gojo Satoru's downcast eyes, his lips pressed against his Adam's apple bit by bit.

Then, it was a heavy and vicious bite.

The sensitive fatal part was bitten, Gojo Satoru gasped in pain.

He stretched out his hand and rubbed my head warningly, his eyes darkened, "Let go."

However, my temper became self-willed under his pampering again and again, and my courage grew a lot.

I looked at him provocatively, as if silently asking: No, what can you do to me?

Gojo Satoru chuckled, and said hoarsely: "Don't let go, I don't mind letting you bite somewhere else."

After the words fell, he grabbed my hand with a strong attitude, and kept going down, down.

Until it was held down by the beast that was gradually waking up.

For a moment, my fingertips felt like touching a hot iron rod. I subconsciously withdrew my hand, and the heat quietly diffused down my neck and upper cheeks.

In this almost explicit warning, the desire to survive gradually emerged.

Soon, I strategically chose to admit defeat.

Opening his mouth, he looked at the clear bite marks on his Adam's apple and the teeth marks on the other side that hadn't faded.I smiled at him flatteringly, my eyes were full of innocence.

Gojo Satoru stared at me for a long time with unclear eyes.

Finally, he sighed helplessly, "Forget it, I'll let you go this time."

He lifted me from his lap, leaned back, and spread his legs wide apart, revealing his emotions openly in front of me.

Regarding this, I sat obediently on the sidelines, and kept my eyes on the floor obediently, not daring to look at Gojo Satoru's current state at all.

"Is it after you said what birthday gift you want on Monday?" I asked after thinking for a moment.

The topic went back to before.

Gojo Satoru denied it, and said in a drawn-out tone lazily, "The answer is wrong."

I frowned, and asked again: "When did you first propose sex?"

"wrong."

I recalled it again seriously, "Wouldn't it be the night you helped me buy disposable underwear?"

"Bingo." Gojo Gojo snapped his fingers neatly.

Immediately afterwards, he leaned over and kissed me on the cheek like a reward.

After my guess was confirmed, I looked at him in disbelief, "You actually have bad intentions for me from such an early age!"

Gojo Satoru raised the corners of his mouth playfully, and corrected, "It's about planning for a rainy day."

"The first time I saw it in a convenience store," he said after a pause, "I knew there would be such a day. Look, wouldn't you use it in the afternoon?"

When he said this, there was obvious pride in his tone, as if he was very satisfied with the choice he made that night.

The veins on my forehead started to throb, and I suddenly became aware of another blind spot that had been overlooked.

"Since you bought disposable underwear and condoms, why don't you bring me a pajamas by the way?" I asked through gritted teeth, angry but couldn't help being amused by his childish behavior.

Gojo Satoru blinked his eyes, followed by a little dazed look on his face.

He said, "Yeah, I forgot."

Looking at his fake face that can be seen at a glance, I almost want to punch his dog's head, and I can't help cursing in my heart.

To hell!

He must have done it on purpose, Gojo Satoru, a scheming man!