Miss M7M doesn't want to be a conjurer

After expelling the curse, Gojo Satoru and Machima continued their trip to the playground.

Probably because they had already played all kinds of facilities in the playground in the morning, and the two of them focused on taking pictures in the afternoon, and Line's dynamics were bloodbathed by the couple's photo album that smelled like dog food.

"Come here, eggplant!"

"Come here and take a picture!"

"Sure enough, Makima fits well with rabbit ears, so cute."

Gojo Satoru held up his mobile phone and took another photo of her. His blue eyes were sparkling, and he looked very excited, looking extremely excited.

The orange-pink woman has a pink rabbit-ear headband on her head, and the hair on the sideburns makes her small face smaller, which makes her look like a pure and lovely schoolgirl.

Although Maqima never thought that she would be seen as an image like a bunny, she didn't deny it directly: "Is that so... In this way, Satoru is also very suitable for cat ears."

The fluffy white cat ears were worn on top of the white-haired man's head. Not only were the two not disgusted with this kind of thing that they thought did not fit their image at all, they even enjoyed it very much.

Machima often thinks Gojo Satoru is like a big white cat, but Gojo Satoru doesn't think so. He thinks he must be a tiger or something. If he knows that Machima really thinks he looks like a cat, then Don't close your eyes and faint.

Although the feeling of being a cat is really cool, wouldn't it be nice to sleep on the lap of a beautiful woman every day?

It’s enough to take pictures, I don’t know when it’s night, the sky in Tokyo seems to be splashed with a layer of ink, and the stars are hanging in the night sky, which looks very beautiful.

It was almost time to set off the fireworks, so Gojo Satoru and Machima had already lined up in the queue more than ten minutes ago.

It was probably because everyone was looking forward to seeing the night view above the playground. The line of the Ferris wheel was actually longer at night than during the day. Of course, there were also tourists who planned to watch the fireworks like the two of them.

Apparently, everyone likes pretty things.

When there were two people in line, Gojo Satoru first lowered his body so that he would not bump his head, and got in through the small door of the Ferris wheel car, and then reached out to Machima, pulling her to sit in firmly .

Gojo Satoru was lying by the window, looking at the brightly lit night scene of the amusement park, he couldn't help sighing, "This is the first time for me to ride a Ferris wheel. If you look at it this way, the bottom is really beautiful."

Maqima didn't look outside, but just quietly looked at the delicate face of the white-haired man. His blue eyes, like the sky, seemed to ignite little flames under the light outside the window, and she looked very beautiful. .

Mazima's love is not particularly particular about the appearance of items, and she is not very partial to beautiful things. It is mostly based on her own ideas. She thinks that she is equal above everything, including the way of looking at items. of.

But when this equality came to Gojo Satoru, some subtle chemical changes seemed to have taken place, and she couldn't treat him equally with other people.

For her, Gojo Satoru is undoubtedly special.

It's not that Machima doesn't treat Gojo Satoru as her current boyfriend, but she rarely takes a certain person seriously.

She also seldom pays attention to a person's appearance, she often uses smell to identify human beings, and if she has seen Wujo Satoru seriously and thinks he is much better-looking than others, then Wujo Satoru must be another to her A special existence.

To say who Machima cared about, there were two people.

One is the chainsaw man, and the other is Gojo Satoru.

If she had to choose, Machima thought she would choose the former. The power of the chainsaw man was what she longed for, but the strength of Gojo Satoru was not. If she really dominated Gojo Satoru, she would probably also make him Power is used for the ultimate purpose of dominating the chainsaw man.

Thinking of this, Machima couldn't help smiling, and the shallow arc of the corners of her lips suddenly became wider. In fact, Gojo Satoru had been looking at Machima from the corner of her eye the whole time, and when she saw the other party's smile widen, he turned Come over.

The white-haired man rested his chin comfortably, raised the corners of his mouth, and asked, "What happy thing did you think of?"

Maqima nodded when she heard the words, her golden eyes were full of smiles, but Gojo Satoru didn't see any other emotions hidden in the smiles by the other party.

That emotion looked a little funny, but also a little cold.

The orange-pink-haired woman tilted her head, her overly long sideburns covered a small part of her cheeks, and she said, "Well, I think Wu looks better than the outside scenery."

Hearing what the other party said, even Gojo Satoru couldn't help being taken aback for a moment, probably because he was overconfident in his appearance, although he wouldn't blush with embarrassment, but when such words came out of Machima's mouth, and then spread It seemed to change his taste in his ears.

Speaking of which, does she have that kind of personality?

For a while when we first met, didn't she still dislike talking to him?Could it be that he influenced him?

Hiss, it was probably because they were not familiar with each other at that time, but now they are already boyfriend and girlfriend.

Gojo Satoru covered half of his face with one hand, and said with a sigh: "Ah...Although I know I'm really handsome, but Machima praised me like this..."

He was really really really hard to hold on to.

He even wanted Maqima to know that he was outstanding not only in appearance, but also in many, many aspects.

Gojo Satoru often feels that it is really too bad that he is a thought. He is obviously a good man who devotes himself wholeheartedly to his career and does not neglect his wife at home!

Gojo Satoru shook his head, and once again threw out the unnutritious things in his mind, and then said with a smile: "...I will praise you too, no matter what you look like, it's not as good-looking as Maqima."

Mazima frowned, and simply stopped talking.

In fact, Maqima really thinks that Wujo Satoru is more beautiful than those scenery. In Maqima's eyes, the blue sea and blue sky look similar. Maqima has lived for too many years, and these things have long been too stereotyped. .

And Gojo Satoru was the first person she took a closer look at, to observe seriously, she discovered the beauty of the other person, the difference in the other person, and the azure blue eyes of the other person were much more beautiful than any scenery.

She obviously liked his eyes so much, but she never thought of just claiming the other's eyes as her own, and would not want to dig them out and keep them.

Machima found out that she actually prefers to see Gojo Satoru, better than any scenery, and better than a single pair of eyes.

Machima stood up slowly and took two steps forward. The ferris wheel began to shake due to the unbalanced gravity of the two sides, but obviously, neither of them took this shaking seriously.

Machima possessed herself, put her weight on Gojo Satoru's shoulders, and whispered in his ear, "Can I lie on your lap this time?"

Maqima has always been the knee pillow for Wujo Wu, but this time for some reason, Maqima suddenly wanted to lie on Wujo Wu's lap. The other party said that this feeling was very comfortable and wonderful, but she once I have never felt it.

But she didn't think much of it before, but now she suddenly became curious, and Mazima suddenly found that she seemed a little strange now.

Gojo Satoru was taken aback for a moment, he never thought that Maqima would actually make such a request, because Maqima had always been responsive to his requests, and this was the first time she said such coquettish words to him.

Although rare, Gojo Satoru became excited.

Gojo Satoru touched his nose: "Of course, after all, Maqima often makes me a knee pillow, and I can always be Maqima's pillow."

Mazima nodded, sat down immediately, and slowly lay on the opponent's muscular thigh.

The seat of the Ferris wheel was a bit narrow, and it was not possible for Maqima to stretch her legs, so she could only curl her legs up a little aggrieved, and turned her body in the direction of the other party.

Ten seconds passed quickly.

Gojo Satoru was right, this feeling was indeed wonderful, although Gojo Satoru's thighs were a little stiff, it didn't make her feel uncomfortable.

Inexplicably, Mazima felt very comfortable, and even made her feel a little empty-headed. She didn't think about anything for a while, and just felt this feeling quietly.

When you look up, you can see the delicate collarbone exposed outside the clothes, and then you can see the protruding Adam's apple, and then you can see the sharp jawline of the other party. The chin is very smooth, it seems that every day there is a good shave.

Maqima let out a long breath, as if she had let go of all the strength in her body. For some reason, the feeling here made her extremely at ease.

I don't know how long I stayed in the Ferris wheel, but there seemed to be the sound of the sky being cut outside, followed by the sound of fireworks exploding in the air.

Seeing this, Gojo Satoru immediately lay down on the glass window again, with colorful fireworks in his azure blue eyes: "Oh, let's start setting off the fireworks!"

Only then did Machima shift her gaze from Gojo Satoru's face to the window, and sighed softly, "It's so beautiful."

At this time, Maqima was still lying on Wu Wu's legs. It had to be said that her waist was a little sore after lying down for a long time, and Wu Wu's legs were also prone to numbness.

Seeming to have thought of something suddenly, Gojo Satoru said, "So, there were fireworks when we first met."

On the last day of July, there is a firework festival in Karuizawa.

The fireworks there are much more spectacular than here. The fireworks here are just a daily compulsory homework, but when they met for the first time, the fireworks they saw together were once a year, completely special fireworks.

Maqima couldn't help recalling the scene at that time, and replied: "Yes..."

But Gojo Satoru didn't continue to speak immediately, but hesitated for a few seconds, and then said: "So, we have been in the current relationship for half a month."

After hearing the words, Maqima finally remembered that she seemed to be saying that she didn't know whether she liked Gojo Satoru or not, but that she could try together.

Time flies so fast, half a month has passed in a blink of an eye.

Mazima turned her head and looked into the other's blue eyes, which reflected her own image.

He seemed to be very entangled, not knowing whether to ask or not.

The next second, he continued.

"Can Machima tell me your answer?"

"Do you really like me?"