When the blind date is 5t5

Probably because I only did it once, I woke up after being unconscious for less than an hour.

Opening my eyes, my eyes silently fell on Wujo Wu's protruding Adam's apple, and a piece of memory returned after my brain was interrupted. I suddenly remembered the way he was biting my neck lightly when he was about to go deep.

The thin eyelids are half-closed, and the long and narrow eye tails seem to be drawn and smudged with a vermilion pen, and there is a storm-like madness in the oppression in the eyes.

Just one glance made my waist go limp.

With my hands hanging limply by my side, I heard myself crying hoarsely, and the earlobe was drawn over and over again by the tip of my tongue.

until,

He kissed the corner of my mouth as if he was satisfied, and lazily called out: "Meow~"

This long and grueling love affair is finally coming to an end.

The consciousness broke away from the memory, I bit my lip, pulled up the quilt with a flushed face, and chose to hide the whole person under the quilt.

As long as I don't show up, it's not me who is embarrassed.

Across a layer of quilt, Gojo Satoru put his chin on my head, stretched out his arms, and wrapped me in his arms.

After being quiet for a while, he smiled and said, "Little turtle, isn't it stuffy under the quilt?"

Who the hell is the little turtle?

Calling people nicknames every day is not serious!

I secretly slandered him, and the tips of my ears suddenly felt hot.

This sentence seems to be a prophecy, which will soon be fulfilled.

The air in the quilt gradually became thinner, and before I knew it, the familiar aura belonging to Gojo Satoru enveloped me.

It is as dense as a spider's web, so tough that it does not give the prey a chance to escape.

My brain struggled between sticking out and suffocating, I thought, and finally opened up a third way.

Secretly opened a gap in the quilt so that fresh air could flow in.

Thinking of this, I can't help but praise my wit.

However, the only thing I didn't expect was that Gojo Satoru actually predicted my behavior.

He pinched the gap and tore my "turtle shell" open like a shell.

The light suddenly appeared in front of my eyes, I squinted my eyes slightly, and then I saw the corners of Gojo Gojo's mouth raised, with a childish mischievous smile in his smile.

Very flat, fist hard.

I slowly puffed up my face, and a bit of resentment appeared in my eyes.

Through these stares, Gojo Gojo seemed to have thought of some trick to tease people again.

He lowered his eyes, staring at me thoughtfully.

I tensed up vigilantly, and even my breathing eased a lot.

The next second, he moved.

The light disappeared again, and I could clearly feel a soft presence on my lips.

His heartbeat echoed loudly in his ears like a beating drum, and there was a familiar impulse running wild in his blood, his legs folded unconsciously, and his body suddenly went numb.

Under the quilt full of darkness, he indulged in kissing me deeply.

——*——*——

Time flies and a few more days have passed, and there are less than two weeks left before the new year.

Hey, hey, hey.

In the empty practice room, there was a series of crisp gunshots.

I held the silver-white pistol in my right hand, stared straight ahead at the round target that was constantly moving back and forth, and squeezed the trigger cleanly.

Perfect hit.

There was unhurried applause in my ears, I turned sideways, looked at Gojo Satoru who raised his eyebrows proudly, and said, "How is it? Have you reached the level where you can become a teacher?"

After thinking for a while, Gojo Satoru nodded and said, "Yes. It is indeed possible to become a teacher."

With this affirmation from him, the tail behind me raised even higher.

After nimbly turning the magic tool around with my fingers, I inserted it back into the custom-made wide belt, and stretched out my hand to him without hesitation.

Gojo Satoru looked at me puzzled, as if asking me the meaning of this action.

I tilted my head, "Aren't you going to reward me?"

Gojo Satoru couldn't help but laugh.

Seeing that he didn't answer, I couldn't help widening my almond eyes, raised my voice, and said in disbelief: "No way? Are you really going to be so stingy that you don't even give a teacher reward?"

Gojo Satoru: "No, I just want to give you some reward."

I was satisfied when I heard this, and my expression softened a lot, "It's okay, anyway, I only want your heart."

Before the words fell, the outstretched hand was held.

The man in front of me lowered his head, and then his soft and fluffy white hair fell into my eyes.

Seeing this, my heart was like being scratched by a cat, and the itch rose uncontrollably.

Not sure how it feels?

It will be very comfortable for sure.

As I said this in my heart, my eyes kept lingering on this white hair.

The fingertips felt slightly cold and soft, and I saw Gojo Satoru kissing my trigger finger reverently.

This scene, for no reason, reminded me of the description I had seen in the book. The specific content was about the actions of the most popular and respected knights in Europe in the Middle Ages to express their allegiance.

It's just that they knelt down on one knee, quietly pressing their lips against the back of the master's hand with downcast eyes.

The skin that was in contact with his thin lips began to heat up, and the heat flowed down his arms and spread to his upper cheeks.

I regained my senses and subconsciously withdrew my hand, but the temperature of Gojo Satoru still faintly remained on the fingertips.

For a while, I didn't know what to say.

Compared to my discomfort, Gojo Gojo has a thicker skin.

He tapped my cheek lightly, pointing out casually, "I'm blushing."

As soon as these words came out, it was like a bomb exploded in Aojiao's heart.

I quickly erected the thorns all over my body, gritted my teeth and stared at him, "You don't need to remind me! Also, why did you give this reward?"

Gojo Wu heard the words, raised his eyebrows and replied casually: "Bless you."

"what?"

"I wish you the best of luck from now on," he paused, and added, "This is the strongest blessing."

I looked at him speechlessly, and couldn't help but criticize: "You are not a god, how could it be true."

After being questioned for a while, Gojo Satoru's face turned pale, and he still said in a lazy tone: "Yes. Big deal, I'll send the curse spirit to your gun."

"No." I curled my lips, and directly refused under his gaze.

Gojo Satoru: "Why?"

Facing his question, I raised my chin and said calmly: "How can I know my true strength? How can my strength grow?"

"What if, one day you're not around, and I meet a curse spirit above level one alone. Do you think I'm used to you capturing the curse spirit and bringing it here, what percentage of my victory will I have to exorcise it?"

"So, I want to fight."

Gojo Satoru looked at me silently.

A silent tug-of-war began.

I looked at him firmly, "Even if you don't agree, I will go to Yidizhi for the task of exorcising the first-level curse spirit. You can't stop me."

Soon, Gojo Satoru was defeated.

He pinched his brows and said in a deep voice, "I'll go with you."

I shook my head, "No need..."

"Refusal is invalid," Gojo Satoru raised his hand to hold my head, and the attitude in his words was undeniable, "I don't want to lose my wife in Yingnian."

His action was full of warning, and for a moment, I felt like a kitten crushed by fate.

I can only choose to step back and say, "Okay."

However, some things always happen quietly when caught off guard.

After shooting training, I took out my mobile phone from my bag.

As soon as it was opened, Sanlunxia's news popped up continuously.

[Milun Xia: Teacher Asuka.Shinji said it's best not to tell you about this, but I don't think it's okay... Kamo-senpai, he's missing. 】