Plunder X Strongest Magician

After Xia Youjie finished talking on the phone with Li Huijia, he bought a can of hot tea from the vending machine.

The hot drink calmed him down a bit, and he felt that his mind should not be so dirty.

No matter how out of touch Gojo Satoru looked, he still had a sense of proportion.And although Li Hui Mirai is at the age of sexual initiation, but with her personality and temper, she is not the one who will suffer.

He let out a long sigh of relief and bought a change of clothes at a nearby shopping mall before turning back.

He got on the elevator, turned around, stood at the door thinking for a moment, and rang the doorbell.

However there was no response.

Xia Youjie frowned, and pressed it again after waiting for more than ten seconds.

"They're all out?"

He stretched out his hand towards the fingerprint identification area, but at the same time as the identification sound, the door opened from the inside.

The door was not fully opened, and only Gojo Satoru's upper body could be seen.

The white-haired young man was still wearing the loose home clothes, leaning against the wall with one arm in a loose posture, and rubbed his lower lip with the other hand somewhat unnaturally, and cleared his throat and said, "Ah, aren't you Is there a recognition? I’m too lazy to move, so I didn’t open it for you.”

"I have the habit of entering people's houses without saying hello."

"Then you didn't ring the doorbell when you pushed the door open..." Wujo Wu complained.

Xia Youjie: ...

Wasn't he afraid of disturbing his good business by ringing the doorbell, so he planned to open the door and take a peek.

He was too lazy to say anything, and reached out to push the door.

However, Gojo Satoru kept locking the door with his elbow, Xia Youjie pushed twice but failed to open it.

Xia Youjie: "?"

"Ah." Gojo Satoru gave an inexplicable 'ah' again, turned around and waved his hand into the guest bathroom next to the entrance, "You talk to your sister, I'll put away the clothes."

The door connecting the entrance to the living room was closed. Xia Youjie couldn't see the situation in the room clearly, so he closed the door with his backhand, and knocked on the bathroom door first: "You come out first, and you will collect it after I change into dry clothes."

It was uncomfortable to have almost soaked clothes sticking to my body.

"Wait a minute, you were urging me so fast that I didn't wash my hair with shampoo, it's so itchy."

Gojo Satoru's familiar tone came out together with the sound of water, and after a pause, he said with a wicked sense of humor, "I don't mind if you come in to wash together."

Xia Youjie kicked the door: "Stop being disgusting."

He put the clothes bag on the cabinet, pushed open the door of the living room, and saw that the future was still the same as when he just left, obediently nestled in the corner of the sofa and stared at the TV, wrapped in an oversized coat with only the upper half exposed Face.

His body was dry, he squatted halfway in front of his sister, only to find that although her complexion was much better than before, her mental state was not good, as if she was very sleepy.

Taking a closer look, the so-called "good complexion" is actually not good--the cheeks are abnormally red, and the eyes are wet, as if he is trying to endure the physical discomfort.

"Have you caught a cold?" He stretched out his hand to touch her forehead, feeling that the temperature was a little high, "You have never been exposed to rain, so you catch a cold easily... Wu, that guy hasn't been sick much, so he probably doesn't have any medicine."

"It's okay." Li Huilai said, his voice mixed with a hoarse texture, "Thank you brother."

Gojo Wu didn't come out for a long time, but Xia Youjie remembered that the guest bathroom in his house was separated from wet and dry by a door, so he simply washed his hair casually at the sink.

When it was almost dry, the sound of the shower stopped.After a while, the sound of sliding the door sounded.

"After washing for so long, a layer of skin will be rubbed off." Xia Youjie couldn't hold back his words.

Unexpectedly, Gojo Satoru didn't reply.

He turned his head and found that Gojo Satoru was still wearing the same outfit, his expression was not relaxed, a little gloomy and depressed, and there was a cool damp all over his body.

"It's very important to take a cold shower on a rainy day."

Wujo Wu responded: "Good physical fitness, envy?"

"In a bad mood?" Xia Youjie simply tied up his hair with a rubber band, guessing, "What did she tell you?"

Gojo Satoru's iris slid slightly to the upper left, quickly absorbing memories: "Didn't you say that I would quarrel with her when I met her, and your sister is indeed very good at irritating people."

"When did I say that? It's not important, the main thing is how did you provoke her?"

Gojo Satoru shrugged, took out a clean towel from the cabinet, and roughly wiped his hair: "Ask her yourself."

After putting aside the nasty thoughts of distrusting his best friend, Xia Youjie easily found a reason for Wujo Wu: because he was angry with Li Hui in the future, he hid in the bathroom after he came back.

It's not something Gojo Satoru can't do.

"She's only 16 years old." Xia Youjie persuaded with a simple objective fact, and then changed the subject, "That's right. I feel like she has a cold. Do you have any medicine at home?"

"Cold?" Gojo Wu asked back with a smile that was not a smile, and added before Xia Youjie frowned, "I don't have a girlfriend and I don't get sick. I prepare medicine at home for the wild cat?"

Xia Youjie: "?"

He really wanted to know what Rie Miku had said to Gojo Satoru, and how he felt that this guy was very angry.

Although Gojo Satoru doesn't hide his temper and acts recklessly, he rarely gets angry because of the outside world, and his mentality is very strong.

In other words, only he is angry with others without knowing it, and others cannot be angry with him at all.

Xia Youjie gave up thinking: "She is only 16 years old."

Gojo Satoru paused as he rubbed his hair: "The cabinet has already made a proposal. Next year, the age of majority will be lowered to 18, and the age of marriage for women will be raised from 16 to 18."

Xia Youjie paused, his expression changed: "So?"

Gojo Satoru: "Cough."

Xia Youjie leaned against the door, as if he would not let him go out without explaining clearly: "What's the cough? You have a cold too? GTG in good health?"

"It's nothing." Gojo Satoru scratched his hair, showing no guilt, "Just according to this standard, if I miss this year, I will break the law if I teach her again."

"Why do you use the age of marriage as the criterion?" Xia Youjie paused slightly after complaining, and realized the point. He frowned instantly, and put on a look of preparing to fight, "Wait, how do you want to teach me a lesson?"

Gojo Satoru opened his eyes and took a step back: "Don't think so dirty, Jie! When you see something dirty in your mind, right? That's your sister, ah, how disgusting!"

Xia Youjie gritted his teeth: "It's the age of marriage you mentioned first."

Wutiao Wuli was straightforward: "I'll just say it casually, what are you thinking about?"

Xia Youjie knew that Wutiao Wu couldn't beat Gojo Wu with nonsense, so he changed his perspective: "Anyway, think clearly, if you cut off the financial support of the Lihui family, you will have to deal with a lot more troublesome things, so don't provoke them."

Wutiaowu: "..."

Looking at Gojo Wujo's thoughtful expression, Xia Youjie thought he finally listened, so he added in a calm tone: "But after all, the chaebols still put their interests first, so this time..."

"Wow, it turns out that you dote on your sister's family because of her money." Wutiao Wu put on the towel, lightly thumped his fist on his palm, and pretended to be disgusted, "The true face of sister control has been revealed !"

Xia Youjie: "..."

"Wu, if I can beat you, I'll put you in the shower right now."

Four in the morning.

The air conditioner in the room is fully turned on.

The sound of raindrops hitting the glass was noisy and messy, as if it was about to fall endlessly.

The person on the bed turned over irritably and opened his eyes.

Not asleep at all.

To be precise, I couldn't sleep at all.

The internal organs seemed to be connected to the pulse of a girl thousands of miles away, and the intruding butterflies fluttered tirelessly.

The familiar fragrance lingers around him.

It was just the smell of the toiletries I had used for a long time. It was a blank record without any information engraved on it, but because of an accidental loss of control, it carried the weight of memory.

Smell and memory always make a tough connection.

In the late night of emotional rumination, the brain is like an old record player, dimly and vaguely playing and singing records made of body memory, and the stylus scratches the engraved circles.

Obviously it was just a kiss.

The wrist is soft and slender, as if it could be broken with any force, because it has been deprived of oxygen for too long.

So the half-climbing body sinks softly into the sofa, and the occasional ambiguous//ambiguous syllables from the depths of the throat are just right and pitiful.

But he didn't know at all whether this was also an act.

There was no enthusiastic response, nor fierce resistance.Like a trap leading him deep, he strictly controlled his food intake.

Even if it's just a memory, the body will react exactly the same as it did back then.

He didn't want to touch it.

As if doing some kind of resistance that cannot admit defeat, I watched the dark rain clouds seep into the sky.

When it was broad daylight, Gojo Satoru opened the bathroom door.

Because it is a single apartment with one bedroom and one living room, the bathroom located in the bedroom is decorated with smart dimming glass.

In the afternoon, what Lihui future borrowed was the bathroom in his bedroom.

The main reason is that the guest washroom shares the same front hall with the laundry and utility rooms, and even the drying balcony is piled up with miscellaneous things, making it a mess.

He doesn't believe that Lie will take a bath obediently in the future. After all, the cat's ambiguous biological setting is "[-]% hands can't fall on the ground", and he must touch something before giving up.

She will definitely rummage left and right, sure to find something good.

Might as well just let her play with dimming glass in the master bedroom.

Cold water was poured from the top of his head. After he brushed the hair on his forehead, he glanced at the neatly arranged toiletries according to the size, and felt a sense of irritability.

Obviously it's his stuff.

But he had to admit it worked.

And compared to his state, she who expresses her heart with such sincere eyes seems to be enjoying the whole process: from the beginning to the end, there is no sense of anxiety, and she is not impatient at all.

Emotional control is the key to success.

Now he knows this well-whose emotions are mobilized first when negotiating some mutual concessions.

Whether it is positive or negative, it is very likely to become a fatal loophole, and the negotiation will end with more losses.

The man inserted his fingers into the combed hair and stroked it from his forehead to the back of his neck. The squeezed water mixed into the flowing water and meandered down his back muscles.

The air conditioner in the bedroom was turned too low, causing the bathroom to be steamy and warm instead.

He stared at the cracks in the tiles with half-downcast eyes, thinking deeply, his silver eyelashes glued together in twos and threes, curling up to stir up water droplets, and falling down unbearably.

After a while, he curled his fingers against his forehead and laughed out loud.

He turned off the water flow, and when he turned around, his eyes flickered slightly, and he caught the inside of the glass with only a faint layer of water vapor.

A line of writing faintly appeared on the cold glass due to the clinging of water vapor.

——"Because of me?"

Slightly stagnant breathing.

Gojo Satoru could almost hear the slight sound of the girl's fingers sliding and writing on it.

He leaned on the glass with one arm and stared at the line of words. After a few seconds, he gave a chuckle of unknown meaning.

--"OK."