Miss M7M doesn't want to be a conjurer

The bright sunlight in the morning came in through the cracks in the curtains, and Machima couldn't help opening her eyes as she felt the light gradually getting stronger.

She glanced at the man who was encircling her body in front of her, and moved lightly as if she was afraid of waking him up, carefully removed the arm that was hanging around her waist, and stretched her arm gently.

A second later, Mazima noticed that the other person in the bed moved, the hairy head moved forward, the man's breath was even and long, and the warm breath sprayed on her neck.

Even though she had tried to be as gentle as possible before, it seemed that Gojo Satoru had woken up.

"Morning, dear..." The white-haired man's voice was hoarse and magnetic, and while she was not paying attention, he hugged the orange-pink-haired woman in his arms again.

He started acting like a baby again.

Mazima rubbed his hair in a daze, and the aroma of the shampoo that the other party was using was blowing over her face.

He is really beautiful, especially those azure blue eyes that are like glazed glass and the summer sky, embellished by slender silver-white eyelashes, shining brightly under the sunlight.

Machima had thought of this countless times.

Although Gojo Satoru said good morning to her, it was obvious that Maqima didn't want to talk to him very much now, after all, she hadn't forgotten the other party's hungry and thirsty look last night.

Like a wolf like a tiger, dangerous...

All those types of words still popped out of Maqima's mind, no matter how coquettish Gojo Satoru is now, she will never believe him.

Moreover, he still called her by such a greasy title, Gojo Satoru might not be awake and still dreaming.

Although Maqima has lived for many years, she is honest, it is the first time that the distance between her and a person has become as close as last night, which is somewhat unaccustomed to her.

She has used her superior appearance to do a lot of things, and many people plotted to attack her, but most of them were dominated by her in the end, and a few died directly on the street.

Machima doesn't feel disgusted by the disgusting behavior of humans, because she doesn't think about them, and never even looks at them.

She just upholds the principle that more things are worse than less things, and Maqima has never messed up.

It was clearly the first time for both of them, but Gojo Satoru, as a male, was able to learn without a teacher, and held the initiative from the very beginning, Maqima could only obey the opponent's actions.

Mazima doesn't like the feeling that things are out of her control, but during this period of time, what she feels the most is that her thoughts are getting more and more out of control.

Machima gradually began to think that Gojo Satoru was at least a threat to her.

But she clearly knew about this, but she still felt that the script was gradually slipping out of her hands. She seemed to be unable to do anything with Wujo Satoru, and she became interested in dominating the demons.

Mazima closed her eyes, and finally planned to get up from the bed, but found that she seemed a little weak, and there was only a thin layer of quilt left on her body, and the culprit of all this was undoubtedly the person lying next to her.

And the so-called "culprit" still slept soundly after saying good morning to her.

The orange-pink-haired woman sighed, and patted the white-haired man's face: "Get up, get me some clothes."

In the next second, the silver-white eyelashes of the other party trembled, and then those blue, sleepy eyes were opened. After seeing some traces on the other party's body, he suddenly realized what happened to him this morning. Usually something is different.

The white-haired man blinked in a little surprise, his head still resting on the pillow, and nodded in a daze.

Gojo Satoru opened the quilt first, put on the clothes timidly, then took a freshly washed clothes from the cabinet to Machima, and asked her at the same time, "Can I help you?"

I heard that women are very weak after the incident, they are in pain and can't use their strength.

If Maqima asked him to get the clothes, then she must be very tired. You must know that the other party almost never asked him to do anything.

Looking at it this way, no matter how strong a woman is, even a strong woman like Maqima, she can't bear it after the first time. If this is the case, he should bear the responsibility of taking care of her.

In the past, it was Maqima who took care of him, but now he took care of Maqima.

whee.

Gojo Satoru cracked his abacus with one hand.

But in the next second, Mazima said "no need", then grabbed the clothes in his hand, changed them neatly, and then folded the cups without delay.

Wutiaowu: "..."

...Is this his wife? It's amazing.

This is not an injury, let alone a disease. As long as Maqima wants it to heal, it will be healed immediately. Anyway, neither the disease nor the injury will fall on her in the end.

Machima tied her long hair into a clean ponytail and asked Wujo Satoru, "What's for breakfast?"

This question is extremely natural, it sounds like nothing happened last night, but it is obviously impossible.

For Gojo Satoru, he was very happy that Maqima didn't reject him before, and he didn't resist his entry. What does this mean?

After the explanation, of course it can!

Gojo Satoru replied without thinking: "I'll do it! Maqima can go to rest!"

Maqima didn't say anything else, just nodded slightly, and then went downstairs to wash up.

-

When Gojo Satoru was preparing breakfast, Makima saw something strange on the coffee table.

Last night, the two of them made an appointment to register together today, so it's not surprising that Wujo Satoru would sort out all kinds of documents in advance, but why did she see something that shouldn't belong here?

what?

Marriage, of course.

Maqima's brain was working rapidly. Was Gojo Satoru ever married?Wasn't he a solo mother until he was with her?

Machima was lost in thought.

But pure thinking is obviously useless, so Mazima immediately decided to open the folded white paper to have a look.

No, when did she marry Gojo Satoru? ?

Didn't she just get proposed by him yesterday, accepted his proposal yesterday, and finally agreed to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau together today? ?

This development seemed to be too fast, and Maqima suddenly felt a blur in front of her eyes, and found that since she met Gojo Satoru, she had gradually questioned the world more frequently.

Now she even suspected that she had been sleepwalking for a whole day, and went to the Civil Affairs Bureau with Gojo Satoru to register for marriage without her knowing.

And this is obviously impossible.

Maqima began to look for the date of the wedding, and she found that the date was more than two months ago.

Good guy, she is really a good guy.

She said how Gojo Satoru could arrange a household registration book for her. His long-lost sister obviously couldn't do it, and his adopted daughter seemed too wicked, so the only option left was his wife.

But after analyzing the reason, Maqima actually felt that she seemed a bit acceptable...?

Anyway, it feels like something Gojo Satoru can do.

Machima felt more and more hopeless.

In short, it's absolutely perfect. Where can Gojo Satoru get a fake certificate? The quality is so good, and it's still an imitation. Should it be said that the high school of magic is worthy of being a related household?

She even signed it for her.

And when Gojo Satoru came out of the kitchen with the breakfast plate, what he saw was this scene.

Maqima leaned on the sofa, raised one leg casually, surrounded by seven dogs of all sizes, and was comfortably flipping through the marriage certificate stamped in her hand.

Wutiaowu: "..."

...Fuck.

After he took it out last night, he actually forgot to put it away.

Gojo Satoru couldn't help but raise his forehead, this matter was exposed after all, although it was true that they were going to get married in a real sense, but the first time he did it before was also a proper fake. The certificate is correct! !

Gojo Satoru couldn't help rubbing his hands, then walked to the sofa and said, "Um, Machima? Listen to my explanation..."

Maqima smiled and shook her head: "You don't need to explain, I already know that you fell in love with me at first sight."

Wutiaowu: "..."

Although the script doesn't seem right, but overall it seems to be pretty good?

Gojo Satoru immediately flattered and said: "Yes, I really liked Maqima since the first time we met, Maqima is my ideal type! You are so-so good!"

There is one thing to say, this is not the desire to survive, what he said is obviously the truth!

Maqima was amused by the other party's performance, she burst out laughing with a "puchi", then waved her hand and said, "Okay, I know you did it in advance to arrange a household registration book for me."

Because she was acting just now, everyone is an old actor.

The white-haired man touched his chin: "I don't think it's right, because I really like Maqima since the first time we met."

When they met for the first time, they were tit for tat, but then they went back to the high school of conjuration in Tokyo together, lived together, and now they are even about to get married.

I have to say, this is really a magical process.

Gojo Satoru is very satisfied with the birth of his love so far. Although not everything is so smooth, but there is a feeling that after going through the storm, he has obtained the rain and the sky.

During the two times when Maqima committed suicide, he really felt that the sky had stepped down in his own world.

He cannot live without her.

It was only when Gojo Satoru realized how important Machima was to him for the first time when he lost it, so she cherished her very much after she came back.

Maqima smiled silently, the corners of her lips were still the same smile, with a shallow curve, and a pair of golden eyes were full of smiles that were about to overflow.

The orange-pink-haired woman said, "Well, then I might be a little later than Wu, no...a lot later."

She continued: "Because I only realized it recently, so I don't know how long I liked you before, but I must have liked you for a very, very long time."

This sentence seemed to correspond to the sentence on the Ferris wheel yesterday, which made Gojo Satoru's heartstrings tremble, his blue eyes blinked, and the tips of his ears were slightly pink, which was rare.

Gojo Satoru scratched his head unnaturally, and in the next second, he directly carried the woman sitting on the sofa out of a group of dogs, and brought him to the dining table.

"Eat first, and then continue."