When the blind date is 5t5

Jia Ruozi was contemplating, and after a while, she shook her head and overturned her guess, "Probably not. Although Wutiao is extremely unreliable in doing things, he is not the kind of coward who will retreat in battle."

Induo Zhenpu, sipping hot water in small sips, said softly: "Could it be that he sent it to the wrong address?"

20 is old.

I should have just left the darkroom that year, and was invited by Grandpa Leyansi to be a teacher at the Kyoto Institute.

If Gojo Satoru sent this gift to Kamo's old house, he might miss it.

Jia Ruozi did not make a sound, her eyelashes drooped like crow feathers, covering most of the light in her eyes, and her tiredness could not be concealed between her brows and eyes.

His gaze quietly swept across the two dark circles under her eyes, hissing. She should lie on the bed now, close her eyes and rest, instead of sitting here with a strong spirit.

"When I get back, I'll be in the office." Kuang Qiongpan took the lead and bid farewell to her, "Compared to discussing the whereabouts of this gift, Miss Jiajin, you need to get a good night's sleep. Major illnesses are caused by lack of sleep."

After hearing this, Jia Ruozi smiled softly, and said, "Okay, I'll go back to sleep after treating you."

As soon as he heard that he needed to be treated, he often put his legs together uncomfortably.

Immediately afterwards, the shoulders were pressed with a force that was just right but irresistible, and the back was pressed against the sofa.

A faint smell of smoke wafted from the tip of his nose, and he stared blankly at the woman who suddenly became tough in front of him, his brain shut down.

"Wu Tiao is too ignorant to restrain himself," she said, "When dealing with this kind of shameless and childish man, you can't indulge him. When you have to refuse, you must refuse."

There was some indifference on Baopan's body, and he replied blankly: "Okay."

She raised her eyebrows, "Really remember?"

Kou Chenchen looked at her obediently, "Yeah."

Jia Ruozi: "Originally, the prerequisite for treatment here is to be dissected several times by me..."

Speaking of this, she deliberately paused, and then glanced at Kona with eager eyes.

Knocking on the back [Tutang Si Chang's body tensed up unconsciously.

Shivering.

Like a lamb targeted by a hungry wolf, innocent, weak and pitiful.

Jia Ruozi couldn't help laughing, she reached out and pinched the soft flesh on my cheek, "But for the sake of your obedience, let's forget about it today."

After finishing speaking, she felt a warm force follow her movements, flowing slowly through her body like spring water, and her sore muscles gradually relaxed.

This was the first time in my life that I was treated by someone else, and it was also the first time I had contact with a physician other than myself.

He stared at her curiously, trying to see some differences from her steps, so that he could further learn and strengthen his ability in this area.

However, there is actually not much difference between the sipping food guys ⑾ swollen Yue Hantui.

The principle of both is to transport the mantra with positive energy into the body of the healed person, but the way of delivery is somewhat different.

Aware of this, I cut off the idea of ​​learning.

Soon, the treatment was over.

The man at home patted it like a puppy, "Next time, you can either obediently lie down on the hospital bed and wait for the baby to play, or come to me with Wutiao Wu's head in your hand."

When she said this, she was full of aura, her tone was cold, and there was no room for negotiation in her words.

The porphyrin yue yue bo grasshopper yue chijian replied with a dull expression: "Understood."

After receiving this reply, Jia Ruozi turned around and sat back on the opposite sofa. She rubbed the space between her brows and said bluntly, "You can go."

Seeing her drowsy and tired appearance, Kazumata walked out of the office lightly instead, closing the door for her considerately.

On the way back, Yo Rechisong said that the badger stopped

A moment later, with the gentle "welcome next time" from the waiter, Pyroxime put a beautiful cake box on it, opened the door quietly and left.

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It was already twelve o'clock at noon by the time I knocked on Yibao in the suburbs.

At the entrance, two pairs of plush slippers are placed side by side, while the leather shoes that Gojo Satoru often wears on the other side are nowhere to be seen.

He should have gone out.

The Sisanu then changed into the pink pair and walked briskly to the kitchen, the slippers clicking on the floor.

Inadvertently, from the corner of the eye, he glanced at the upper of the shoe, and the bunny ears used as decorations were swaying foolishly. This scene made you feel paralyzed for no reason.

Cute and cute, no brains.

Suddenly, I felt a little terrified.

Entering the kitchen, he stopped in front of the box.

I saw a conspicuous green post-it note on the door of the champagne-colored refrigerator, and looked down.

On the square sticky note is a string of beautiful fonts, the sharp strokes seem to pierce the thin paper.

It only takes one glance to recognize that it came from Gojo Satoru.

[TO Asuka Bird:

He went to Kyoto for a trip, and he would be back before dinner.Remember to miss me~]

At the end of this sentence, he also hand-painted a small heart.

After reading it, I will miss you" and crumpled it into a ball, ready to throw it into the trash can.

Waiting for the phoenix to shake hands, the next second, there are some extremely familiar green objects in the new garbage bag.

Hey, I took a look, and it turned out to be a post-it note lying about the caste and caste.

Roughly counting, there are about seven.

A guess suddenly popped up in my mind, I said that there were only cards in the room, but I was too busy to fumble one of them out of the trash can, and opened it.

The content on the paper was almost the same as the one I saw just now, only the crooked little heart at the end was not as delicate as the one pasted on the refrigerator.

Seeing this, he twitched his hand digging through the trash can, and pulled out another one.

It is also like this, but love has improved a little compared to before, probably from the level of kindergarten to elementary school.

From these failed post-it notes, there is a lot of bad rhyme and content.

The 1.9-meter tall man was lying on the dining table, holding a pen in his hand, drawing hearts in distress, again and again.He didn't stop until he drew the heart that satisfied him the most, and threw the other failed pieces into balls into the trash can.

Childish yet cute.

Pun Hua bent his eyes, picked them up, patiently smoothed them out one by one, and then kept them in his diary.

Without Gojo Satoru's company, lunch would be boring.

After he kicked off his slippers and nestled on the sofa, he turned on the TV and clicked on a random channel.

Maybe it's because the house is too big, even the cheerful and funny variety shows can't dispel the emptiness and loneliness lingering in the living room.

Yao's chin rested on his knees, quietly huddling into a ball.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the sky was covered with thick clouds, and the sunlight could not penetrate, making it look gloomy.

As soon as the laughter on the TV came out, it quickly dissipated in the air, and it didn't bring any confusion at all. Instead, it made the emotions more depressive and sensitive.

His gaze fell blankly in the air, and the sourness in his heart surged into a sea.

All of a sudden, she began to miss him frequently.

The round clock on the wall was ticking, and the programs on the TV changed one after another, and the time passed from noon to night in a flash.

There was a crackling sound at the door, the sound of someone entering a password.

Inne barked, and there was a tall figure standing as far as his eyes could see.

The slim windbreaker made his figure even thinner, and the warm yellow light shone on his white hair, as if shrouded in a hazy golden light, and there was a warm smile in his blue eyes like the clear sky.

Gojo Satoru walked up to me slowly, bent down, and the distance was pulled very close in an instant.

He is so close that he only needs to lower his head slightly, and his lips will touch lightly.

He asked, "Did you miss me this afternoon?"

The ending sound was drawn out, and the intonation was that of Gojo Satoru's insouciance.

In this regard, the clock on the wall gua ü lowered its eyes and replied softly: "It's eight o'clock."

Dinner time is usually six o'clock, and he has been late for a long time.

Gojo Gojo pursed his lower lip, the laziness in his expression faded, and his voice suddenly became hoarse: "Sorry, I was delayed by some things..."

He didn't finish his words, but he sat down on the bed and listened.

Then his lips pressed against his thin lips.

Slightly cold and soft, this is the message sent by the nerves.

The heartbeat gradually began to get out of control, and he slammed his lips, as the punishment for this time.

After doing all this, he said softly, "Don't do it again next time."

Gojo Wu looked at Lu complicatedly for a while before he said "yes" in a deep voice.

Silence mixed with ambiguity gradually permeated the living room.

After some words, Xi Dimu Yilu asked hesitantly: "I don't know if you will like it or not?"

Gojo Goji straightened up and replied without any thought: "I like it."

The speed of his answer was too fast, and Zhaxin's ankle was disturbed, and he was angrily accused by him: "You haven't even seen it yet!"

After finishing speaking, he pushed him away, walked straight to the kitchen, and took out a custom-made ice cream cake from the refrigerator.

Gojo Gojo followed me step by step, and he suddenly asked, "Have you had dinner yet?"

The piece of cake was placed on the dining table, and I just wanted to say "I have eaten it" to him.Before the words could be uttered, my stomach let out a long growl.

The answer does not need to be stated explicitly, Gojo Satoru will know it.

He gave a heavy "tsk" sound, as if angry at himself for being late, "From now on, the birds don't need to wait for you to eat first."

Card panic, looked at him hesitantly: "Then what do you do?"

Gojo Satoru didn't care: "Kowtow, squirrel, slut, omega, slender, bald, ignorant, forgive me, and you are the only important existence."

As soon as this straight ball came out, Zha was caught and he couldn't reach it, the hand cutting the cake froze, and the tips of his ears felt hot.

At a certain moment, the heart felt sore and swollen as if it had been grasped by a big hand.

The eye sockets began to feel astringent, and Da A Su Q Jia quietly suppressed the tears that were about to burst out forcefully.

After a long while, Kakuji Sakura cut off a small piece of cake, put it on the dinner plate, and pushed it towards him.

"The birthday star eats the cake first." Ling Yunji retorted, but his voice was uncontrollably dry.

Gojo Satoru was keenly aware of this, he pulled the dining chair away, sat beside me, looked at my profile and asked, "Are you going to cry?"

The matter in his heart was directly punctured, You Luanxi pursed his lips, and the hand holding the cake knife trembled quietly.

And Gojo Satoru's inquiry continued: "Why are you crying?"

Now, Kaya is not moved to tears by him, but is forced to cry by his straight man's EQ.

No one would ask such a question!

Does he understand the girl's mind?

Seeing that he was about to ask the third straight man question, Xiatang Shuzhi immediately became furious.

In the hand of La Lat, I took this piece of cake that had just been cut, and shouted at him one by one: "撸 ∫ ∫ ∫ ∫ ∫ ∫ 〔〔〔〔耄 耄 蓿 蓿 ∫ ∫ ∫ ∫ ∫ ∫ ∫ ∫..

Wutiao Wu was silent, his eyes silently glanced at the piece of ice cream cake that had left him again, coughed lightly and asked, "Didn't the birthday star eat the cake first? Isn't this one for Kou Jun?"

"No." Driven by anger, Acridan chose to scoop up a spoonful in front of him and put it in his mouth, "I want to eat it and cut it myself."

At this moment, the Killer Falcon could be as arrogant as he wanted to be.

Gojo Satoru rolled down his Adam's apple, like a fierce beast staring at its prey, his blue eyes narrowed slightly, the aggression in his eyes almost turned into substance, and he aimed straight at Zhe

After hesitating for a moment in his heart, he scooped out a large piece with a spoon and handed it to his mouth in a fawning manner.

Gojo Satoru didn't open his mouth, he just took the spoon silently and pinched my cheek with two fingers.

With a little force, he smashed into a large piece of cake, his teeth were so cold that he couldn't help but fight.

Immediately afterwards, his eyes suddenly went dark.

In addition to the cold cake in his mouth, there was suddenly a familiar warmth that made Piche simmer milk.

The skin on the back of the neck was kneaded gently, and the percussion ring just avoided it.

Wujo Gojo seemed to have realized that Kou Nang wanted to retire, he suddenly grabbed Kou Mou Yingying and pulled him closer, so overbearing that he didn't allow me to escape at all.

The air gradually became thinner, the ice cream melted on the hot tongue, and the taste of cream slowly filled the taste buds.

So sweet.

What kind of courtyard is it?

Soon, more than half of this cake was solved under this kind of feeding.

"Are you still hungry?" Gojo Satoru asked hoarsely, drawing his lips over and over again.

The breath that belonged to him spewed out in the sensitive neck, and the body couldn't help trembling.

You chaotic delicacies, persimmons, persimmons, even the smell of cake and him, could not stop shaking his head and said: "I'm not hungry anymore, I'm not hungry anymore."

Continuing on, the matter of Gua Liang Cheng Shao making an appointment with Ram Mei Leech has caused cake PTSD ever since.

Facing Kou Muxian, Gojo Satoru glanced at the cakes left on the table and sighed regretfully.

He put his chin against the mouth, like a well-fed big cat.

After resting for a while, he lazily reminded me, do you still remember to ask me in the morning?

Yan ┳∩ Dan Dan tried to play dumb: "Is there any? Have you ever talked to me?"

Gojo Satoru raised his voice, not intending to let go of it at all, "Are you trying to escape? Didn't you agree to meow... Ri's meowing."

He paused, and his tone was inexplicably dangerous, "We can start now. Otherwise..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but his gaze had scorched from the muffler's body to his neck, collarbone, lower abdomen, and finally his swollen toes.

The implied consciousness is obvious, either I. Japan him, or someone else Japan me.

Up to now, fur drums, mosses and windows are sticking out

The author has something to say: you can only blame yourself in the morning for all this.

Impulse is the devil, this famous saying is true.

I nervously licked my lower lip, then raised my chin, put on a look of death, and shouted loudly: "Ji Jiri, don't move!"

Gojo Satoru laughed lightly at this.He let go of me, leaned back, put his hands on the sofa, and nodded lazily at me, "Come on."

Seeing this, I couldn't help but start fighting in my mind.

Finally, trembling hands reached for his belt.

……

……

After everything was over, I slumped on Gojo Satoru's legs drenched in sweat.

Compared to my embarrassment, he is much neater.

The black shirt on his body was only two buttons undone messily, his cheeks were fair, and his lips were bright red. Gojo Satoru looked like a handsome vampire who had just finished eating blood.

"Sleep." He whispered hoarsely.

Consciousness suddenly disappeared.

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