Miss M7M doesn't want to be a conjurer

Gojo Satoru was very sad.

Because Marchma brought two more dogs back today, and she also bathed and fed them.

Gojo Satoru was very unhappy, because Maqima's eyes were attracted by the group of pets again, do dogs look as good as him!Dogs are better than him or funnier than him!

It was another rare rest day, Gojo Satoru and Machima stayed at home, Gojo Satoru fell asleep in the room all morning, when he woke up, Machima who was lying next to him had already left, and went downstairs After a look, I found that there were actually two new faces in the family.

An Akita dog and a husky.

That's right, they were Akita dogs and huskies, and when he went downstairs, the brown and white dogs, the black and white dogs, were fighting, as if they were fighting over who could sit on Machima's lap.

Wutiaowu: "..."

He had never sat on Machima's lap, oh no, he couldn't sit.

Probably because she had heard footsteps earlier, Maqima turned her head and looked at Wujo Gojo, who was sleeping messily with white hair: "Good morning, Wujo."

Gojo Wu responded, "Good morning."

After washing, Gojo Satoru came to the living room again. At this time, his hair had been combed, and the sunglasses rested loosely on the bridge of his high nose. His blue eyes were exposed behind the round sunglasses, and he looked refreshed at first glance.

Gojo Satoru went straight to the sofa, and when he walked in front of the sofa, his feet in slippers were still trembling, letting the dogs around make room.

Akita dogs and huskies are still fighting, endlessly.

The five dogs who were there at the beginning immediately understood, and gave Gojo Satoru a place next to Machima. There was no way, who let them taste the bitterness of life.

This human actually wants to eat dog meat! !

True love of life, stay away from Gojo Satoru.

And today's two new members, Akita Dog and Husky, obviously didn't know what Gojo Satoru had done to the other dogs, so they ignored him and continued to fight.

Gojo Satoru scratched his head and looked at Maqima: "You don't care about them?"

Machima smiled and held her chin: "Cute."

Wutiaowu: "..."

She never praised him for being cute! !

Gojo Satoru leaned on the back of the sofa, pondered for a few seconds, and finally said: "I said Maqima, what's the matter with the two of them?"

Mazima reached out and stroked the fur on the backs of the two dogs, as if telling them that it was time to calm down for a while, and the two dogs were immediately soothed, snoring at her feet, one left and one right call.

"I saw it on the Internet before, but I actually planned to adopt them a long time ago, and I finally took them today."

During this time, Macchima often looked for posts about pets begging for owners on the website. Even among the first five adopted dogs, there were dogs picked up on the website.

It has to be said that Makima really likes dogs.

Gojo Satoru found that when Maqima mentioned pets, there seemed to be a little tenderness in Maqima's calm golden eyes, which might not have been shown when she faced him.

Gojo Satoru really didn't like Maqima getting tired of being with the dogs every day, but he didn't want to see her disappointed.

Conversely, Machima looked happy when they were with them, and Gojo Satoru would feel happy seeing Machima happy, even if the other party's eyes fell on him less.

Thinking of this, Wujo Wu suddenly felt that eating vinegar with the dogs seemed to be dispensable, and his wife should not be spoiled by him.

However, the two dogs, Akita and Husky, suddenly fell silent, and the space on Machima's lap was freed up. Gojo Satoru's eyes fell on Machima's lap, and he had an idea.

Macchima: ?

Mazima blinked her golden eyes and tilted her head, as if asking what was wrong with him, but the next second, the white-haired man lay down on the sofa and put his head on her lap.

The sofa in Gojo's house is not particularly big, at least it must not be able to accommodate a big man over 1.9 meters tall to lie down straight. Gojo Satoru can only lie down with aggrieved legs curled up.

Maqima was stunned, this is...the so-called knee pillow?

It's kind of like what couples do.

Today, Maqima has long hair and is wearing a home-style two-piece suit with a light-colored striped top and trousers. There is geothermal heat in the five-piece house. It is just right to wear such a set of clothes that are neither thin nor thick at this time.

Moreover, this set of home clothes is a couple's style, and it is the same set that Wujo Satoru is wearing now.

The overly long sideburns of the orange-pink-haired woman fell on his face indistinctly, and there was a slight itch. He blinked and let the hair fall from his face.

Looking up, he saw the delicate face of the other party, and Gojo Satoru closed his eyes with enjoyment: "Well... Sure enough, Maqima's legs are very comfortable, suitable for sleeping."

Mazima looked down at the white-haired man's face. She felt that the sunglasses might be a little rough if he was lying down, so she took them off for him, and wiped the opaque lenses with her sleeves, and then put them safely on the on the coffee table.

After finishing such a series of actions, the orange-pink-haired woman lowered her head again, observing the white-haired man's face that fascinated all living beings.

The man's azure blue eyes, like the summer sky, are closed at the moment, his slender white eyelashes are trembling slightly like wings, a shadow is left on the eyelashes, the bridge of his nose is high, and it is slightly pressed by the sunglasses Traces of traces, ruddy thin lips are lightly pursed, and then there is a clear jawline.

Makima had lived many years, and Gojo Satoru was probably better looking than every man she'd ever met.

In fact, it is better to say that it is beautiful than good-looking.

The other party's complexion is also very fair, which looks similar to hers, and even the shape of the ears is beautiful.

Even though it was the face she had seen countless times, she would not feel tired at all. She could even look at it for a long time at a time without feeling fatigued.

When she didn't notice, she had already put her hand lightly on the man's face, and her thumb slid across the corner of the man's eyes.

She just wanted to take her hand away, but was grabbed by the other party.

Those azure blue eyes, like the sky and the ocean, suddenly broke away. He held her hand and pressed her hand to his lips, and there was a warm and slightly cool touch.

Gojo Satoru's body temperature was very high, the temperature of his palm was even a little hot, and the heat was transmitted to her along the palm of his hand.

And that cool touch belonged to his thin lips.

The dominating demon doesn't care much about temperature, she never feels that winter is particularly cold, nor does she feel when it is very hot.

Mazima felt the two kinds of temperature coming from her hand. She looked into his eyes and felt that the perception of temperature was very clear at this time.

The faces of the two were very close, she lowered her head, and he raised his jaw slightly.

What I feel is that the breath exhaled by the other party is sprayed on my face, and then inhaled by myself, and the process of exhaling again is repeated.

For a while, the house was extremely quiet, and the dogs just lay obediently on the spare space on the sofa, or lay directly on the carpet, without making any sound.

It was as if there were only the two of them in the room.

I don't know how long it took, the white-haired man suddenly raised the corner of his mouth and said, "I'm so good-looking, Maqima is fascinated by it?"

Mazima seemed to have finally come to her senses, smiled and nodded, admitting.

"Hee hee," Gojo Satoru laughed like a child, and said, "Then Maqima can't look at other men too much. If you want to, you can look at me, after all, I'm the prettiest."

It is clear that he is already a third-year student, but at this time he behaves like a child who has been praised by his elders.

The woman with orange pink hair nodded obediently: "Okay."

Wujo Wu lay on Maqima's leg for a while, and then asked her if her leg was numb. Maqima hadn't noticed it at first, but when Wujo Wu said this, she suddenly realized that her lower limbs seemed a little sore.

Gojo Satoru will find out that it is because his six eyes can see the place under his head, and the mantra cannot flow through. This is the same reason as the blood does not circulate. He can naturally see that Maqima's legs are numb.

Gojo Satoru got up from Machima's lap, sat aside and looked at her unnatural expression.

Maqima poked her thigh: "Well, I dare not move my legs."

As long as you move slightly, the crisp, numb and sour feeling will be transmitted from the lower limbs to the nerves.

But in fact, she doesn't hate this feeling. Human physiology will disappear from her body if she wants to, but now she has a feeling of joy in it.

Humans are troublesome and the other way around is truly amazing, at least for Machima.

Especially after getting along with Gojo Satoru for a long time, she has this kind of experience even more. The love between human beings is something Maqima has never experienced before. If these wonderful feelings are brought to her by interacting with Gojo Satoru, Then maybe it's not too bad.

It was only when the numbness in her legs finally subsided that Maqima finally remembered that she hadn't made breakfast this morning.

Because Wujo Wu would get up late, and she didn't eat breakfast much, and she had to go out to pick up two dogs in the morning, so she simply didn't do it. Now Wujo Wu has been awake for so long, and she still hasn't even eaten a bite of food arrive.

She got up from the sofa and planned to go to the kitchen to do something.

The white-haired man grabbed her fingers from behind, and Maqima was forced to stop the half-steps she had just taken, and turned her head to ask him, "What's wrong?"

Gojo Satoru said, "I don't want to eat breakfast, I want something sweet."

Maqima smiled helplessly: "It's better to have a good breakfast, how about making dessert in the afternoon?"

Gojo Satoru shook his head: "Actually, I'm not hungry, it's just that these eyes will consume energy after using them for a long time, and I need to add sugar."

Gojo Satoru once told Machima that he likes sweets so much because the natural "six eyes" and powerful spells are very energy-consuming, and sugar can just replenish energy. Over time, he fell in love with sweets.

Gojo Satoru grabbed the opponent's arm with both hands, shaking it from side to side: "Okay, okay, sweets, sweets!"

Machima finally reluctantly agreed.

She looked at the remaining ingredients at home and decided to make tiramisu, but because Gojo Satoru couldn't touch alcohol, the coffee wine in the original recipe was replaced with ordinary coffee.

Maqima completed it step by step, while Wujo Satoru stood beside her.

She put the freshly whipped cream aside, and suddenly found some stains on her fingers. Just as she was about to turn on the tap to wash it off, Gojo Satoru pulled her hand over and licked her slender fingers with a warm tongue. Another subtle and nerve-wracking touch.

The cream on the finger was licked clean by Gojo Satoru, and Machima glanced at the finger that was still stained with saliva, and just withdrew her hand without saying a word.

The man with white hair and blue eyes dragged his chin with one hand, and after thinking about it, he said, "It's so sweet."

It's so sweet.

Machima thought for a while, then picked up the container containing the cream: "Then should I make another adjustment?"

Gojo Satoru said with a smile, "No need, this is the best."