Miss M7M doesn't want to be a conjurer

When I came out of the playground, it was already very late. There were bright stars in the night sky, and the cool wind blew through the treetops, scraping off some red leaves from time to time.

Autumn night, even though today’s temperature is not too cold, it’s still very cold when the wind blows at night. Gojo Satoru drove the car, and Machima opened the window a small crack while looking at the scene outside the window. Occasionally there would be A little wind blows in.

The car has already driven into the Shibuya area. I have to say that even though it is very late, the streets of Shibuya area are still brightly lit, with vehicles and pedestrians coming and going, and the vitality here is endless.

Rather, Shibuya at night is the real Shibuya, and it is really lively here.

Gojo Satoru glanced out of the car window, then continued to look ahead and said, "This is one of the busiest places in Tokyo, look outside, although it is very lively now, in fact, there will be more people in the middle of the night. "

But isn't Makima also Japanese, so to speak?

Why did he mention these things to her?

Maqima always gave him a feeling that the world she lived in seemed to be somewhat different from the world he was in now, although judging from Maqima's proficiency in electronic products, there must be a modern city there.

Maqima's golden eyes blinked, and she couldn't help sighing: "That's great."

The white-haired man saw that she seemed to like to hear this, so he continued to say, "It's usually fine, but the most lively time of the year is probably Halloween or Christmas. It’s a famous festival in the West, where everyone will party all night.”

Halloween...?

Mazima's eyelashes moved slightly, and some unknown emotion flashed in her golden eyes, but it was only for a moment, and that emotion faded away in less than half a second, as if nothing had ever existed.

Machima thought for a while, then asked him with a smile, "Did Nago spend any holidays with anyone?"

Gojo Satoru was thinking while driving the car, and said after a few seconds: "Well... When I was living at home, there were some things like New Years, but our family is really troublesome... After I came out, it seemed It's gone."

Machima had heard of Gojo Satoru's family, which was one of the three royal families in the magic world.

As for the term Yusanjia, Maqima knew it a long time ago. They are the Wutiao family, the Zenyuan family and the Kamo family. She also heard that the longest standing family among the Yusanjia is the Zenyuan family, which is Fuheshier And Zenin Maki's family.

And most of the high-level people are from the Yusan family. In Gojo Satoru's words, they are "a basket of rotten oranges", exuding a rotten stench at any time.

But every hundreds of years, or even hundreds of years, a magician with "six eyes" will be born in the Wutiao family, and at this time, the Wutiao family will once become the head of the Yu San family, which is the birth of the current Wutiao Satoru During the era, the Gojo family once again picked up its former glory.

So she can fully imagine what kind of service and education Gojo Satoru received when he was in the Gojo family. Of course, the trouble Gojo Satoru mentioned is not trouble in the traditional sense.

Mazima lowered her eyes slightly, and parted her thin lips lightly: "Well, then this year's Halloween, Christmas, and next year's New Year, come with me."

Wutiao Wuwen was stunned for a while, blinked his blue eyes, and then raised the corners of his mouth: "Okay, Maqima is not allowed to break his promise!"

Machima nodded.

It happened to be a red light at this time, and Gojo Satoru's hand had already left the steering wheel, and he rested his chin thinking: "Hiss, why don't we pull the hook?"

Machima asked suspiciously, "Why?"

Did he think she would never honor it?

Although it is true that Maqima may not be able to fulfill it, she is obviously just saying it casually now. If the other party said that, it would be too serious.

It's one thing if she doesn't realize it, but it's another thing if she doesn't believe it.

But in the next second, Gojo Satoru's answer made Maqima feel that she was still thinking too much, and this guy didn't think about the aspect of her thinking at all.

The white-haired man stretched out his hand and pushed the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and the blue eyes behind the sunglasses were faintly visible: "No, I just want to try to hook up with Machima!"

Mazima shook her head helplessly, then smiled and stretched out her hand, hooking her little finger around the other's little finger.

Gojo Satoru was finally satisfied, looked at Maqima with a smile and said, "Okay, pull the hook, those who break their promises will swallow a thousand needles."

The next moment, Gojo Satoru found something was wrong again.

Although this is just a line for Lagou, how could he make Mazima swallow a thousand needles?

Is he willing?

Gojo Satoru shook his head, instantly realized his mistake, his brain was running wildly, and finally came up with the best solution to this question.

He said: "If anyone breaks his promise, I will swallow a thousand needles."

I don't know when, Gojo Satoru gradually put away that slightly frivolous tone, and the moment he said the words, he gave people a solemn feeling of promise.

"If it's me, I'll swallow the needle. If it's Machima, I'll help Machima swallow the needle. So it doesn't matter if Machima can't do it. I have everything, and everything will be like this in the future. .”

"Machima will be very happy every day, as long as she eats, drinks and has fun every day, she can do what she likes, she can raise her favorite dog, and she doesn't have to go to work."

"After all, I'm rich, so you don't have to work hard."

He seemed to be making a promise to Mazima, focusing on it, earnestly, without any other distracting thoughts.

Mazima suddenly felt that the other party's sky-like azure blue eyes were extremely clear, and even she was the only one reflected in them.

This is another wonderful feeling.

It was the first time that Mazima was promised so seriously, and it was also the first time that she listened to someone's words so seriously and without any distractions.

This is not the first time Gojo Satoru has said such words to her, but it is the first time that such a profound promise has been made.

Since meeting Gojo Satoru, Maqima has really experienced all kinds of first times. Now Gojo Satoru has proposed to her, and she accepted it on a whim. One day, she will get a certificate and they will be considered a legal couple.

One thing to say, this progress is really fast, just like a dream.

Are all people in this world so fast?

After finishing the above list, Gojo Satoru looked into Machima's eyes again, and his own image was reflected in the other's blue eyes, and he said jokingly: "Although if Machima breaks her promise, I will say It would be really sad."

He clearly knew that Maqima would not break her promise, but he still wanted to confirm it again and again.

Machima was too important to him.

Too important too important.

She is probably Gojo Satoru's life from now to the future, and she is the most important person he considers himself, his lover, and his wife.

He loves her very much.

Gojo Satoru only hoped that Makima could love him as much as he did, and that would be enough.

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After returning home from Shibuya, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening, and dinner had already been settled outside. After returning home, I probably just washed up and went to bed.

The two of them took a bath first, and then lay down fragrantly.

The two of them have been sleeping together for some time now, and it was obviously Maqima who proposed it, but there is still no relationship between the two, which makes Gojo Satoru very distressed, he is like that, Maqima Why does Ma still act like she doesn't know anything?

Although he was already trying his best to restrain himself, he didn't believe that Makima didn't know how he had spent these days.

And now, Maqima has accepted his marriage proposal, and is going to register soon... Ah no, it has already been registered.

He had already made up his mind that if Makima agreed, he would not bear it any longer.

Besides, he really couldn't bear it.

……

It was clear that this night was no different from usual, but somewhere it was very different.

Maqima slowly opened her eyes as the warm hand covered her pajamas.

I don't know when, the white buds unfolded slowly, revealing the maddening passion, the five blue eyes seemed to be beating a blue flame, burning silently, the heat seemed to be about to make Machima Also dragged into the vortex.

She hugged her obediently, letting the protruding stamens spray the corrupt fragrance.

Another period of time passed. At this time, the white-haired man had already supported the whole body in front of the orange-pink-haired woman. The clothes of the two were messed up on the floor, and the white bed was twisted so that it was crumpled. At first glance, it seems a little messy.

Probably because he really endured for too long, Gojo Satoru's body seemed to contain endless desire. Desire, like a hungry and thirsty beast, not the clingy kitten Machima usually sees.

At this moment, Gojo Satoru didn't know that Maqima's impression of him had changed slightly after his successful offensive tonight.

Time seems to be stagnant, and it seems that everything in the outside world is blocked, and only each other is left in the eyes.

Gojo Satoru relied on his own eyesight to see that the cheeks of the woman under him were flushed, and the silky hair that had been taken care of had obviously become very messy at this moment.

The other party's golden and clear eyes seemed to be covered with a thick layer of mist, as if he had suffered some great grievances, and even this pitiful appearance could not stop his movements.

The lamp beside the bed gave off a dim light. Unlike Gojo Satoru who had "six eyes", Machima could barely see the other party's broad figure and handsome face clearly.

And the most conspicuous one was the bite the other party was bitten by me at work on the Ferris wheel today. The corner of the man's mouth was bitten, and it looked very conspicuous at first glance.

I don't know how long it lasted, and the other party just simply repeated a little heavy breathing, and the warm breath sprayed on his face, slightly itchy.

"...Does it hurt? Hold me tight."

The man's voice tonight was deep and hoarse, which seemed to be very different from usual. She was lying in the other's hot arms, as if surrounded by a mass of male hormones.

Maqima could not let herself feel pain, but she just felt tired. This sentence seemed to be the last sentence she heard from the other party before she fell asleep.