Miss M7M doesn't want to be a conjurer

"Can Machima tell me your answer?"

"Do you really like me?"

The voice of the white-haired man reverberated in the entire ferris wheel compartment, filling around Machima's ears.

Outside the carriage of the Ferris wheel was the sound of fireworks constantly exploding in the air, which seemed to form a sharp gap with the suddenly silent environment inside the carriage, and the other party's voice was so clear in Machima's ears.

The other party's blue eyes reflected her appearance and the continuous firework of fireworks outside. The color was like a ignited flame, shining brightly in the dim compartment.

At this time, she was still lying on the opponent's lap, raised her head slightly, and could see the appearance of the opponent.

Because Gojo Satoru took off his round sunglasses before getting into the Ferris wheel, and asked Maqima to put them away, so until now, Maqima has been looking directly into each other's eyes.

To be honest, Machima didn't know what kind of feelings she had for Gojo Satoru, or maybe she never had feelings from the beginning to the end.

The demon of domination does not understand love, because of domination, she longs for equality, but she has not achieved it so far. This is what she still does not understand.

Machima has lived for many years and studied human psychology for so many years, but it is still difficult to empathize with human beings. She knows the reason why human beings love, but she does not understand why love occurs.

The orange-pink-haired woman blinked her golden eyes, and there seemed to be no emotion in them, giving people a feeling of ignorance, and even Gojo Satoru, who has "six eyes", couldn't get it from it. What useful information.

Machima was the rare one that made him difficult to guess.

Perhaps this sense of mystery is probably one of the reasons why Gojo Satoru fell for her so much.

A few seconds passed, and Mazima remained silent. Her small, red lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't seem to say it right away, as if she was hesitating.

Is she hesitating?

Gojo Satoru couldn't help thinking.

After a few more seconds, Machima slowly raised a hand, gently caressed Gojo Satoru's cheek, and rubbed the other's smooth skin with her thumb. The place touched seemed to be There is a small current generated.

The woman with orange-pink hair smiled slightly, the curve of her lips was still so shallow, she seemed to be the same as usual, but if you look carefully, you will find that there is more smile in her eyes than usual, It's like it's about to overflow.

Mazima's thin lips parted slightly: "I think, I probably like you more than I imagined, and I probably liked you a long time ago."

Her words this time seemed to be softer and softer than usual, like a spring breeze blowing gently, comfortable and refreshing.

"I think, I probably like you more than I imagined, probably a long time ago."

Machima's words lingered in Gojo Satoru's ears for a long time, like the ringing of a bell, which could not go away for a long time.

To be honest, Gojo Satoru has never been able to see how much Machima likes her, although it may be because he has not read the other party's mind, or it may be that this feeling is carefully hidden by the other party.

So when he asked this time, he made up his mind and was prepared to be rejected by the other party this time.

but……

The current situation seemed to be even worse than he had imagined. He never thought that Maqima would express the other party's love for him so directly.

...This is too foul.

Seeing that Gojo Satoru didn't speak, Machima held the opponent's arm with one hand, sat up from his lap with strength, and then sat on the opponent's lap again.

The white-haired man subconsciously held the opponent's back and legs with both hands, trying to make the opponent's current posture more comfortable, trying to create a feeling of being hugged by a princess.

Maqima raised her head and continued: "Wu, I actually like you a lot, maybe more than you like me."

Machima was still outputting, and Gojo Satoru's brain was still dead.

He only remembered one sentence.

How could she like herself more than he liked her?

He has liked her for so long, it is impossible to be surpassed.

"Hiss... You can't possibly like me more than I like you. I must be the one who likes you the most."

It was clearly the wrong words, but Maqima understood what the other party wanted to express. Simply put, "You must never have imagined how much I like you".

Maqima couldn't help laughing when she heard the words, this person has already run away, why is he acting like a child.

Machima thought for a moment and said, "But I think I like you more."

"Impossible, I like you more."

"I think I still like you a little more."

"Don't talk about it, I still have more."

……

If it weren't for the fact that this is a confined space, and there are no other people, just two people alone, then it is estimated that this place will be submerged by the sea of ​​dog food by now.

I don't know how long the two of them talked one after the other, until Gojo Satoru finally realized something.

Machima seems to really, really like him.

Great! ! !

If it weren't for being still in the carriage of the Ferris wheel, Gojo Satoru would probably jump up with excitement at this time. It was a surprise that Maqima was willing to associate with him, and he planned to chase her hard for the reason of this time.

As a result, I really caught up, and it really didn't feel that real.

Forget it, aside from other things, some things really need to be put on the agenda as soon as possible.

He let out a breath, thought for a while and said: "Maqima, get married."

Although the two of them were already a legal couple, Maqima didn't know about it yet. He needed a formal opportunity to propose marriage, and then put her in his family's household registration book in a legitimate way.

Maqima was taken aback by the sudden wave of actions from the other party. Didn't she just say that she likes him, and then she started thinking about getting married?

Then is his next step going to start thinking about how many children to have, what to call the boy and what to call the girl?

In fact, Gojo Satoru had really thought about it.

Gojo Satoru wants a boy and a girl, but wants to have the same name as Machima.

Machima blinked blankly. In Gojo Satoru's eyes, she seemed to be still confused about what Gojo Satoru said just now. Did she hear something wrong with her ears, or was it because the wind was too strong and she didn't hear it? some type of.

But how could it not have been heard.

Mazima's hearing is obviously so good, there is no reason why she can't hear him clearly, unless she doesn't want to hear it.

And obviously there is no possibility of the latter, Gojo Satoru only felt that she was shocked by his proposal, her eyes were wide open, and in his opinion, this expression was extremely cute.

Thinking of this, Gojo Satoru suddenly remembered that there seemed to be something missing in his proposal, and quickly found a small black box from his pocket. Of course, it was self-evident what was contained in it.

I heard that women like romantic and atmospheric marriage proposals. Although Maqima doesn't read such popular magazines as "Fashion Weekly", she is also a woman at heart, and her preferences are basically the same.

He specifically chose the Ferris wheel, night, and fireworks.

There is also a ring that has been picked out early.

In fact, Gojo Satoru had already decided that if Maqima agreed to continue dating him this time, he would propose to her. He had already measured the size of her finger and spent a lot of money to order such a pair of rings.

The small silver-white ring is covered with finely divided diamonds. It looks bright at first glance, but it is not dazzling. It has that kind of soft beauty, and its background matches Maqima's temperament very well.

Gojo Satoru thought for a while, and said with a smile: "Should I kneel at this time? It seems like this is always done in TV dramas?"

But that looked vulgar, and maybe Makima didn't like it.

The woman with orange-pink hair shook her head lightly, with a smile in her golden eyes, she said, "No, I accept."

It is not the first time that Maqima has been confessed by someone, but it is the first time that someone has proposed. This experience is undoubtedly novel to her, and she can't help but accept it with some wonderful feelings, even if she doesn't know How long will I stay with Gojo Satoru?

At night, the playground, Ferris wheel, fireworks, and the highest point, two people hug and kiss together.

At first, Machima took the initiative to kiss the other party's lips, and then the other party's tongue nimbly penetrated into her mouth, sucking, sucking and biting, the other party's tongue licked and rubbed on the crown of her teeth, and her lips and tongue were entangled.

It was obvious that Maqima held the dominance at the beginning, but as time passed, it became more and more difficult for Maqima to breathe.

She can't breathe, just like she can't smoke.

The slight lift made her face blush, and her whole body began to go weak, but Gojo Satoru not only didn't have any reaction in this regard, but kept deepening the kiss, holding the other's leg with one hand , and the other hand is supporting the opponent's slender waist.

It has to be said that, as a male, Wujo Satoru is really talented in this area. He is already very proficient in kissing him a few times, but Maqima seems a little embarrassed.

In the gap between the kisses, Machima heard the other party's voice coming from the dense atmosphere: "Maqima needs to learn how to breathe..."

Gojo Satoru gradually slowed down his attack, as if wanting her to slow down, and said, "Take your time, I can teach you."

Even so, Maqima, who has little experience in this area, was still at a disadvantage. Her golden eyes seemed to be covered with mist due to lack of oxygen. The mouths of the two parted.

By the time the kiss was over, the ferris wheel had reached the bottom, and it seemed time had come.

When the two came out of the Ferris wheel, their lips were swollen and red.

Especially Gojo Satoru, the corner of his mouth was bitten by Maqima.

Fortunately, there was a mask in the bag, and Maqima put the mask on as soon as she got off the Ferris wheel. Except for the two parties involved, no one knew what happened just now.

Gojo Satoru, on the other hand, smiled in a good mood. He thought about the appearance of the orange-pink-haired woman just now, and suddenly his mind froze, and there seemed to be some strange reaction in a certain part of his body.

The more she hides like this, the more she can reflect the embarrassment of the other party just now.

Gojo Satoru didn't dare to think about it now, he patted his forehead, and told himself to at least think about such things after returning home.

However, although……

She is really foul.