Miss M7M doesn't want to be a conjurer

The light source in the room is only a small desk lamp, emitting a faint warm light.

The light was very dim, and it was almost impossible to see anything clearly, but this also created a dense atmosphere. The clearest thing in the two people's sights was the other's face.

The cheeks and ears of the white-haired man in front of him were reddish, his azure blue eyes were covered with mist, his neck and collarbone were exposed to the air, and his body exuded hormones belonging to adult men.

Gojo Satoru probably realized that Machima would not push him away, so he naturally let go of the hand that was holding her wrist, and instead raised her chin to make the angle more comfortable.

Machima felt that the other party was sucking. Sucking her lips, the teeth occasionally collided a few times, Gojo Satoru seemed to be self-taught, trying to insert the tip of his tongue into her mouth.

The taste of the cocktail suddenly became more intense, permeating the entire mouth, and Macchima frowned slightly.

Sure enough, he drank the wine as a drink.

Soon, Gojo Satoru's lips left, and he saw that the woman's golden eyes seemed to become foggy, her cheeks flushed due to lack of oxygen, and the thin lips were very brightly colored by his kiss.

Gojo Satoru doesn't have six eyes here, he can't see the flow of magic power on her body, he can only see her original face.

At this time, Maqima seemed even more beautiful than he usually saw.

His appearance was reflected in the other party's penetrating golden eyes, Gojo Satoru couldn't help thinking that what she saw now, he probably saw her appearance in his own eyes.

The two people are so close that they can even feel the powerful beating in each other's chest, the breaths that are familiar to each other are intertwined, and the exhaled air is inhaled by the other party again and again, repeating itself.

Wujo Wu heard that the smell of the shampoo in this manor existed on the tip of the other party's hair, which was a fresh floral fragrance.

He couldn't help but think about the sweetness just now. She drank the red wine, and there was an intoxicating fruity aroma between her lips and teeth. The double alcohol made him feel more and more drunk.

The white-haired man wrapped his hands around the orange-pink-haired woman's waist, and buried his head in the hollow of her neck. From the ups and downs of his back, it could be seen that he was breathing air crazily.

But I don't know why, he is obviously very unconscious now, but he vaguely remembered last night's dream, although it is still not very specific, but he knows one thing.

Machima in the dream became a curse master.

Even if it's just a dream, it still makes it hard for him to breathe, and he can't help but wonder if the dream will come true, he'll be terrified.

He was really scared.

Gojo Satoru didn't dare to continue to imagine, but just hugged her tightly, and when he felt that the other party wanted to break free, he said, "Let me hug her for a while."

Different from the usual frivolous voice, Gojo Satoru's voice was very low at this time, it seemed a little hoarse, and it sounded a little embarrassed to her.

Maqima has always felt that cats are very wild, not greedy for their owners, and not so obedient. Now it seems that there are still exceptions.

But she felt that Gojo Satoru was not like a cat, he was really clingy to her.

Mazima slowly raised her hand, landed on the back of Bai's head, patted it lightly, and asked him, "Have you been drinking?"

Gojo Satoru was silent for two seconds, then said, "...I thought it was juice."

Meaning, he didn't do it on purpose.

The colors of the cocktails are very bright, similar to the drinks on the table in appearance, and it is indeed easy to make mistakes if you don't smell them first.

After Machima understood, she rubbed the soft white hair of the other party twice: "Then go to bed early."

Her voice didn't change from usual, it was still so natural, as if nothing had happened.

This reminded Gojo Satoru that last time at the dessert shop, she pretended to be a couple with him indifferently, behaved intimately, and even kissed him as if nothing had happened.

And after each kiss, Maqima always looks calm and calm.

So it doesn't matter to her?

A muffled voice came from the neck: "Don't you care?"

Don't care about what?Don't care about their close contact?

Physical touch is indifferent to Maqima, and those intimate actions are just "touch" in front of her, and there is no deep meaning.

Maqima frowned, and couldn't find the best answer for a while: "Hmm..."

But before she could answer, Gojo Satoru raised his head, let go of her, and patted his head that was aching because of drunkenness: "Forget it, go to sleep."

Machima saw him about to fall headfirst on the bed, and said, "I'll go get some hangover soup."

Gojo Satoru was already facing the quilt, and after lying down, he seemed to have no strength to speak: "No, it's just troublesome. What kind of soup are you cooking at night?"

Maqima shook her head when she heard the words: "I don't cook, there should be some leftovers in the back kitchen, so I'll drink some too."

Gojo Satoru heard that she was going to drink too, so he nodded in agreement.

After eating a bowl of soup, Wujo Gojo felt that his consciousness became clearer, his head didn't hurt anymore, and he was very energetic.

But it was probably because the alcohol had been diluted. He lay on the bed and suddenly felt that he couldn't fall asleep. The wall clock on the wall was "tick tock", and he began to count the sheep following the rhythm of the sound.

One sheep, two sheep, three sheep, four sheep...

He closed his eyes and counted silently in his heart. When he counted the 370th sheep, he suddenly opened his eyes and blinked twice.

If it doesn't work, replace it.

One makima, two makimas, three makimas, four makimas...

Gojo Satoru closed his eyes again, silently counted 59 makimas, and found again that he still couldn't fall asleep.

Maybe it's because it's still early. For Gojo Satoru, the ultimate social animal whose work mode repeatedly jumps between 996 and 007, it's only after eight o'clock in the evening.

Gojo Satoru turned around and looked at Machima, who had to be with him at his request and was sleeping with his back to him. Her long orange-pink hair was scattered behind her head, revealing her fair and slender neck and a small piece of back The skin of the back.

Her sleeping posture is very good, and her sleeping posture is almost unchanged, although Gojo Satoru actually hopes that her sleeping posture can be a little worse.

In his opinion, Maqima is really petite, she is not tall, and she is very thin. He looked at the back of her neck from behind, and even felt that she would be crushed with a little force.

I don't know why, but he is still sleeping on the same bed, but he doesn't have the slightest desire to hug each other like yesterday.

Gojo Wujo's mind kept replaying her natural behavior before. He clearly kissed her, but he didn't think about it at all, and he wasn't very happy.

She is really too calm.

She looked almost as if she had been licked by a cat, it didn't hurt.

Wutiaowu's mind has become a mess, and he can't solve it. He knows that she has discovered that he likes her a long time ago. Although she has never said it publicly, isn't it because she is afraid embarrassing?

He told Mazima today that he would get bald if he thought too much.

He saw that he was about to go bald.

I don't know how much time has passed, Gojo Satoru listened to the only sudden "tick" sound in the quiet room, and he didn't close his eyes for a long time.

Finally, he noticed that the person beside him had turned over and was facing him sideways.

She didn't open her eyes, but stretched out a hand and patted his cheek lightly, whispering: "Go to bed early."

The only source of light in the room was the warm yellow desk lamp on the bedside table, but even though it wasn't very bright, he could still see the other person's face clearly. The other person was probably in a state of not being sober, with slender eyelashes drooping and cheeks flushed.

Compared with the dignified and elegant that she usually gives people, she is more lively and lovely at this time.

Gojo Satoru just closed his eyes, but the image just now appeared in his mind.

then--

Wujo Wu couldn't sleep all night.

Early the next morning, Maqima noticed that Gojo Gojo's eyes were slightly black and blue, and he looked very tired, as if he hadn't slept all night.

And in fact it is.

Although Wujo Satoru usually uses the reversal technique, he doesn't need to sleep, he doesn't feel tired, and he doesn't have dark circles under his eyes, but it's different in this world.

The white-haired man was touching his face up and down in front of the mirror, staring at the dark circles under his eyes with the same style as Jia Ruzi, and he couldn't let go of it.

Machima heard him mutter like this: "Oops, I'm ugly..."

Machima: "...It's okay, it's not ugly."

With Wujo Wu's background, even with a smoky makeup, it will never look ugly, but now it is the same as Jia Ruzi, a little more decadent.

Gojo Gojo flipped through the drawer of the dressing table: "Hey, why is there no concealer here..."

Maqima was puzzled: "Have Wu ever put on makeup?"

Wujo Wu heard the words and turned around, wondering how it was possible, of course he looks the best without makeup.

Gojo Satoru of course shook his head: "No, I've seen Wild Rose use it, and it seems to work very well, and the pimples on my face can't be seen."

It turned out to be the case.

"Ke Wu looks good like this now, it's different from usual, it's very fresh."

"really?"

"Really."

"Okay, I'm still the most handsome!"

Machima looked at the other party and smiled again, thinking how coaxing she was.

But why Gojo Satoru suffered from insomnia, she still didn't know until the end.

Blizzard Manor, episode one, day three.

If the three days they lived were at the same time flow as the outside world, Principal Ye Moth and the others would have been in chaos long ago. Without Wujo Wu, the rhythm of the magic world would also be disrupted.

Obviously he was entrusted to save people, but he didn't know if he ran or not, and he couldn't get out by himself.

Therefore, in order to avoid all kinds of unnecessary troubles, even if Wutiao Satoru is not enough, the dungeon cracking speed should be as fast as possible.

Another day of aimless investigation, probably before dinner, the two sat on the sofa, left and right, Maqima thought for a while and said, "Is there a possibility of suicide?"

Gojo Satoru propped his chin: "Well, I can only say that the way the murder weapon penetrates doesn't look very similar, but it's impossible."

In the beginning, they actually saw the corpse. Although it was only for a moment, they also clearly remembered the appearance of the ax piercing the man's chest.

The handle of the ax was pointing upwards, which is unlikely to be an angle for suicide, unless the victim "accidentally" threw the ax into the sky and stabbed himself to death.

That way of dying is too stupid.

"But if it was suicide, the murderer is dead now, and we have no reason to stay here."

This is why Gojo Satoru is sure that the victim did not commit suicide.

Of course, Makma knew this too.

A few seconds later, the white-haired man sitting next to her got up and put his hands in his pockets: "Well, no matter what, I'm going to kill someone tonight. Let me see who the lucky one is."