Miss M7M doesn't want to be a conjurer

In the dead of night, the bright white moonlight shines through the window on the floor, making the dark floor look very white. In addition, only the lamp on the bedside table is dimly lit.

The two seem to have not slept together for a long time, because Gojo Satoru was still in a dangerous state by Machima's side when he was in another world. Without the "six eyes", Gojo Satoru didn't dare Sleep next to her, or you might be quietly wiped off your neck.

It's not that there is no need to worry at all now, it's just that after regaining the "six eyes" and becoming the strongest, Gojo Satoru can do anything without fear.

Perhaps it was also because of some things he had just confirmed that he could restore the previous relationship with Machima as a matter of course.

People say that even if a broken plate is glued, it will still leave cracks. It seems unrealistic to restore the relationship to the original after this kind of thing happened. Some.

Knowing the other side of him that he never knew before, although it may not be good for the heart when he first knew it, Gojo Satoru has already gotten used to it.

He'll take Makma, even if she's a dominating demon.

After all, this doesn't mean anything, Machima is Machima, and dominating demons is just her identity. Gojo Satoru knows that at least when he is still alive, Machima will not continue her plan.

After he's dead, he won't be able to control it anymore.

And he is the strongest, the only one who can stop Maqima and make Maqima feel equal. Who else can accept her except him?

Gojo Satoru's embrace was warm and comfortable, with the familiar smell of Machima, full of strong male hormones, he would wrap his arms around her waist, and then bury his face in the socket of her neck.

This is a very familiar feeling, because the seasons changed recently, and the weather suddenly turned cold. The quilt covering my body was a new one, made of pure cotton, and it was extremely soft.

Machima took a breath, and the smell of softener filled her nose.

Probably because they are too close, the two of them are completely stuck together at this moment, almost zero distance, and Mazima will clearly hear the sound of the other party's breathing and the sound of the powerful beating of the heart uncontrollably. The sound of the heart starting to flow through the whole body is also clear.

Uncommonly, Gojo Satoru didn't do anything tonight, he just quietly hugged her to sleep, maybe because he was too tired these days.

But Mazima knew that, judging from the breathing rate of the other party, although it was even, she could clearly know that he hadn't fallen asleep and was always awake.

Maybe Gojo Satoru also knew she was up, but neither of them had spoken.

I don't know how long it took, Mazima felt the person who buried her face in her neck suddenly exhaled heavily, the hot air was transferred to her skin along the clothes, and the temperature change of some parts was extremely obvious.

He didn't know what he was thinking, but he just asked, "Does Makima like to sleep with me?"

Mazima opened her eyes: "Probably."

If it was before, Maqima would say that she likes it without hesitation, but now her state of mind has changed a little, Maqima suddenly doesn't want to say the standard answer without thinking like before, but follows her own feeling .

Maqima never knew whether she liked being with Gojo Satoru, and if so, to what extent could she like it?

So her heart is: I don't know.

She felt that she probably liked it. She had always felt that Gojo Satoru was the one she should get rid of, but she missed a good opportunity because of the emotional changes she never understood.

And now she no longer has that chance.

Gojo Satoru was not surprised to hear such an answer, but asked again: "Does Maqima like me? Seriously."

Mazima shook her head lightly: "I don't know."

"Ha, it seems to be the truth." Gojo Satoru sighed.

In the past, Machima always wore that same shallow smile, which made people unable to see her true emotions no matter what.

When Maqima said yes, he could only believe that he couldn't make any other guesses, because there were too few clues on her.

To be honest, compared to the affirmative answer without hesitation in the past, Gojo Satoru is still a little more refreshing when he hears the other party's truth.

Gojo Satoru decides to be a love teacher and guides Maqima to fall in love from scratch: "When Maqima and I are together, don't you feel any strange feeling?"

Marchma said, "No."

It's just that sometimes ideas can become very strange.

"Well... According to my own words, when I think of Machima, I feel my heart beat faster, my body temperature rises, etc. When I see you, I feel happy from the heart, and if I don't see you, my heart feels very sad. .”

Gojo Satoru spoke in a very low voice, he leaned close to Machima's ear, his warm breath kept spraying on her ear, his skin felt itchy for some reason.

"For example, now, will I feel any strange feeling when I touch you?"

It was probably because the voice was deliberately lowered, the voice was deep and pleasant, the other party traced the shape of her ears with slender fingers, Mazima was used to this kind of touch, and felt nothing.

Machima felt it for a while: "...it seems not."

Maybe the physiological phenomena of human beings are not connected with her. In the final analysis, they are not the same species, and there is no need for Gojo Satoru to teach her like this.

"Oh," Gojo Satoru was a little disappointed, but not discouraged, "Then how about this."

As he spoke, he opened his mouth slightly, and his thin lips pressed against Mazima's earlobe, and then took a light bite of the soft flesh there.

"Hiss..." Maqima couldn't help but say, "What are you doing?"

Apparently Gojo Satoru has controlled the force. Although it doesn't hurt, he still feels a little inexplicable. The place where he was bitten by the other party is still a little wet. The skin is slightly cool due to the evaporation of water.

But it seemed that the inexplicable feeling didn't stop there, Gojo Satoru not only didn't let go of her, but also licked the place where she had just bitten.

Maqima frowned, she only felt a kind of tingling and numbness, as if an electric current spread all over her body, making people very uncomfortable, and even her heartbeat seemed to speed up for a moment.

Gojo Satoru withdrew his face back, under the dim light, those azure blue eyes were illuminated extremely softly, like two transparent blue crystals.

"How is it? Do you feel anything is different?"

Machima recalled: "There is..."

"It should have the feeling you just said."

Maqima also has the normal physiological phenomena of human beings, so things will be easier to deal with.

The white-haired man blinked, and the light cast a faint shadow on his silver-white eyelashes, making those crystal artwork-like eyes even more beautiful.

Gojo Satoru snapped his fingers: "Very well, then I can still be saved, Maqima, you like me, don't doubt it!"

Macchima: "..."

Maybe that's what happened.

Although she thinks that if there is no serious illness in general, it will feel a little bit to be suddenly done by the opposite sex.

Gojo Satoru raised his index finger and suggested, "Maqima, why don't you feel it? I heard that people who like each other will have their heart rate synchronized after 3 minutes of looking at each other. This is the so-called 'heartbeat feeling'!"

Machima could hear both her own and Gojo Satoru's heartbeats clearly at the same time, so of course she knew the state of their heartbeats.

She laughed, and said helplessly: "There is no such thing, it's better not to think about it."

Gojo Satoru was like a child: "That must be because the time is not long enough, wait a little longer."

Ok.

It seemed that he hadn't looked at her seriously for a long time. Maqima was still so beautiful, and she turned her head very often when walking on the road. It can be said that there was no flaw in her appearance.

Impeccable appearance and figure, these are things that have not changed from the beginning to the end, Maqima will not change, the devil can always stay young.

A head of orange-pink hair spread out on the soft pillow like this. Her hair was very long, and some of it even fell in front of Gojo Satoru. Occasionally, she would feel itchy when she rubbed it.

Her eyebrows are not so stylish, but thin and small, her eyelashes are very long, her eyes are almost amber gilt, the tip of her nose is upturned and straight, and her lips are not long, but they are completely intact. Outlines a better lip shape.

The whole face looks very tender. If you only look at the face, you may think that she is a high school student, but if you look down, you may find that this is not the case.

I don't know how many minutes passed, Gojo Satoru asked her: "How is it now?"

Mazima frowned slightly: "Ah..."

Suddenly, I don’t know what to say. It’s clearly something that has scientific basis, but it seems that they can’t feel anything when they put it here.

Seeing that she didn't intend to talk to him at all, Gojo Satoru gritted his teeth: "Forget it, if that's the case, then I'll do it myself."

It wasn't that Mazima didn't want to talk to him, but that she really didn't feel the heart rate synchronization, but when she said it, she felt that the other party might be very disappointed.

The way Gojo Satoru intends to "do it by himself" is also very simple.

He held Makma's wrist and began to feel his pulse.

Macchima: "..."

That's weird, is this her problem?

Gojo Satoru closed his eyes, with a serious expression, as if he could not allow others to disturb him at all, as if he was completing some big task.

If he could be half as serious as he is now when doing tasks, the world of magic might be saved.

Machima couldn't help thinking.

But obviously, Gojo Satoru's pulse-taking skills are not very proficient. Maqima remembers that he learned this when he went to China on a business trip. Now it seems that he has not learned the essence of it.

One minute passed, Gojo Satoru still didn't say anything, Maqima lowered her eyes, raised her hand and put it on the back of the opponent's head, and with a little force, she pressed the whole head to her heart place.

Gojo Satoru seemed to be taken aback. It seemed that he was too serious when he took the pulse, so he didn't pay attention to her movements.

The sound of the beating heart suddenly became clear and obvious. With his entire face buried in it, he would inevitably feel difficult to breathe, but for the sake of burying his chest, Gojo Satoru planned to endure it.

So soft.

And she was suddenly very active.

Mazima stroked his hair: "Can you hear that?"

Wujo Wu took a deep breath, wondering if he heard what she said: "...who knows."