I overturned trying to avoid the strongest

It's going to rain.

Standing on the balcony, Qi turned her head to look at the gloomy sky outside, raised the clothes drying pole in her hand and put away the dry clothes on top of her head one by one, while Gojo Satoru, who had nothing to do, stood by the side to help her He rolled up the packed clothes, aimed at the two-meter bed in the room, and threw the clothes on the bed with a wave of his hand.

"...Can't you be gentle? I'll iron the wrinkled clothes later?" She sighed, put the last piece of dry clothes in her arms, and leaned against the clothes rail On the wall next to him, leading someone back to the house.

"It's faster this way." Wujou threw off the slippers he was wearing and lay down on the soft bed, then bent his arms and pressed the quilt, he raised his upper body slightly, and Lian Qi sat by the bed and folded clothes. All kinds of trivial matters can be seen with relish.

The girl shook the clean shirt that smelled of soap and spread it out on the bed again, folded it in two or three steps and put it aside, just about to reach out to take the other one, but the playful dog next to her The naughty cat who got up suddenly stretched out her claws and pressed the cuff firmly, with great strength, which made it impossible for her to take off the clothes easily.

"...what are you doing?"

"Because it's boring." The mischievous big cat flicked its tail behind it, and raised its head confidently, "So come and play with me. If you don't, I'll continue to harass you."

Qi was a little suspicious of his age: "... Wutiao, are you sure you are 15 years old?"

——It’s really naive, even elementary school students nowadays don’t know how to do such things.

"It has nothing to do with age, isn't there an old saying that says so?" Gojo Wujo raised his index finger in a serious manner, shaking his head and said, "A man is a teenager until he dies."

Qi turned back indifferently: "You're still a teenager, I think you're going back to the preschool class in kindergarten."

"Hurry up and let me go, or don't blame me for being rude to you." She said so, but before she finished speaking, she first slapped the troublesome cat's claws away.

"...Aren't you impolite already?" He muttered in a low voice, retracting his right hand, which was smeared red on the back, and then resting his chin on one hand, watching the other party finish folding his clothes, and then go to the corner to drag out a suitcase and open it , I couldn't help but wonder, "What are you doing with your suitcase? Do you want to travel somewhere?"

Gojo Satoru immediately snapped his fingers excitedly and proposed: "Then why don't we go to Hakone to soak in the hot springs, it just so happens that it's the season to enjoy the red maple, or go to Hokkaido, I heard that the blue pond there is quite beautiful."

"If you don't want to stay in China, Qi, we can still go abroad."

"What travel?" Qi turned back and looked at him strangely, "I'm sorting out the things you need when you're in college, don't tell me you're going to go to school empty-handed?"

"Why tidy up this?" The boy's eyes showed a trace of confusion.

"Isn't the high school a semi-closed management that requires living on campus?"

"What does their request matter to me? I'm not going to obey it." He turned over with a sneer, looked up at the plain ceiling above his head, and showed complete contempt for the rules in his casual tone, "I don't want to go home Am I a fool?"

"If you want to enroll in a college, I will consider living in a dormitory. How can I live there if you are not here?" But when he talked about this topic, he couldn't help complaining, "Why won't you go with me, Qi?" High school? In this way, we won’t be able to see each other for at least nine hours a day, not counting mission time.”

"What's more, sometimes I may go on a business trip for two or three days and I won't be able to come back, how can you tell me to bear it!" Mao Mao was upset, and Mao Mao began to roll on the bed and lose his temper.

"I said I wouldn't be a conjurer, right? Did you forget all the things you promised me before?" Since the other party didn't plan to stay in the dormitory, Qi pushed the suitcase back and sat back on the bed, Gojo Satoru immediately He rolled up the quilt and rolled it towards her twice, his forehead accidentally hit her thigh, and he simply raised his head to rest on it.

Qi stretched out her hand to brush aside the bangs that were hanging from his forehead that covered his eyes, and rubbed his soft white hair. Maomao was comfortable with the smooth hair of the owner, so she squinted her eyes and moved her body to bury her head in her abdomen. But it didn't take long to turn back and hold her hand, and gently rubbed the back of her hand with his side face.

"Didn't you promise me that you would be obedient?" Letting the other party cling to her like a cat, she smiled and stretched out her other hand to caress his cheek, soft fingertips caressing his tender Skin, "then respect my choice and stop complaining."

"Don't worry, I will always be by my side to protect you, as long as you turn around, you can see me."

The light pink nails scratched the ends of the eyes, bringing a slight itchiness, and the soft and pleasant voice slipped into his heart quietly, like a feather, gently scratching his beating heart.

The Adam's apple rolled unconsciously, Gojo Satoru didn't avoid it, but his gaze fell into her smiling eyes, and he found himself wrapped in tenderness in that beautiful sea of ​​stars.

As if cast by a magic spell, he slowly stiffened under the gaze of the other party, his fingers hidden under the blanket unconsciously bent, a faint blush climbed up his fair face, and the oxygen in his chest was blown away. Gradually peeling off, he began to feel suffocated, but he was reluctant to leave her eyes, so he could only keep staring at her.

When the girl saw it, she couldn't help but chuckled: "Why are you blushing? Are you shy?"

Wutiaowu: "..."

Gojo Satoru silently pulled up the quilt to cover his face.

"...you are so annoying." The young man's muffled voice came from under the quilt vaguely, and it seemed to be mixed with a subtle sourness, "Why are you so proficient in talking sweet words? Don't you think you are so good at talking to many people? Have you ever said something similar?"

When it was over, he did not forget to ask: "From now on, you can only say these things to me alone, otherwise I will be angry." I will be so angry that I will bury those guys.

"Don't worry, I've only told you so far." Qi patted the bulging quilt on her leg amusedly, "Okay, don't you feel uncomfortable being bored in it? Come out, I won't will laugh at you."

"...What do you mean now?! Who else do you want to tell?!" Wujo Gou threw off the quilt suddenly, was so angry that he gave her a hard look, and then yelled loudly, "Qi, are you Want to cheat?! Let me tell you, if you dare to cheat behind my back, I will break your legs and drag you back to Wutiao’s house and lock you into a room, and you will never be allowed to go out again!”

"I will do what I say! Don't think I'm a liar!"

Chirping non-stop, it is noisier than a male bird declaring sovereignty.

"First of all, the premise of cheating is that we are together, and secondly..." She quietly added, "Doesn't a man who is capable of domestic violence break up and keep it for the New Year?"

Wutiaowu: "..."

Gojo Satoru immediately became very well-behaved, and blinked innocently at her, changing from the fierce attitude he had just shown as if he was going to hit the dog with a stick, and his voice was sweet, as if he had a spoonful of honey in his mouth Like: "I'm not the kind of super scumbag who can do domestic violence, I actually love my wife, you understand that too, right?"

But then he changed the subject, with a threatening tone in his tone: "But cheating or anything else is absolutely forbidden."

Qi was a little speechless: "Why do you think I'm the kind of scum who will cheat?"

"Only those who have no confidence in themselves will be suspicious." She touched the other person's head and asked, "Don't you have the confidence to keep me?"

"Or, you can only keep the girl you like by your side by relying on low-class despicable means?"

"I'm not that kind of useless guy." Gojo Satoru snorted coldly, as if he looked down on the despicable means in her mouth.

He raised his chin proudly, full of absolute confidence in his own charisma: "Of course the girl I like likes me from the bottom of her heart. Does it need to be said?"

Qi laughed and said nothing, really wanted to open his mouth to hit him, but fortunately he held back in the end, otherwise another quarrel would break out.

She didn't speak, and Gojo Satoru didn't speak either. The two fell silent at the same time, and the whole room suddenly fell into silence.

It's raining.

The rainwater slid through the glass window to draw a transparent pattern, and then slowly dripped into the flower pot on the balcony, splashing crystal water on the green branches and leaves, and the sound of the pattering rain drew their attention. Walk.

Gojo Satoru sat up from Qi's lap, hugged her in his arms naturally, pulled the slipped quilt to wrap them around them, put his chin on her shoulder, and hugged her waist loosely, admiring the sight quietly with her The rain outside the window.

Leaning back against his chest, Qi could clearly feel the warm body temperature of the other party permeating through the thin cloth into her body, as if a fire was burning, so hot that she wondered if she would melt into his arms.

Turning his head, what came into view was the young man's overly delicate side face, the silvery white slender eyelashes flapping gently like the wings of a butterfly, and there was even continuous rain falling in the diamond blue sky pupils.

He is beautiful, as beautiful as a work of art written by a peerless painter, even Qi has to admit this.

But also because it is too beautiful, it will make people flinch.

It's too dangerous to go on like this, the girl thought, if I relax my vigilance and allow myself to immerse myself, I will be killed sooner or later. I can't bet on my future.

But the young man's embrace is too warm, if he leaves, he will return to the cold darkness where he is alone, or perhaps because of the influence of the warm atmosphere at this moment, Qi begins to hesitate, and can't help feeling a little bit reluctant in his heart .

...Is this really good?

She feels lost.

Getting used to his breath, trusting him so much, I don't know when to relax and expose my back in front of him... If one day I am betrayed, it will be a death situation.

Just like it happened before.

"What's the matter?" Gojo Satoru noticed something was wrong with the person in his arms, thought she was not feeling well, couldn't help showing a worried expression, raised his hand and touched her forehead, "No fever, it shouldn't be sick, it's just a feeling Is your chest too tight?"

While talking, he pulled down the quilt that wrapped her tightly, letting the cool wind blow into the collar.

Qi was silent for a moment, shook her head, and pulled the quilt up again: "I'm not hot."

"Then what's wrong with you?" Gojo Satoru frowned, put his hand on the back of her head, and gently stroked her soft long hair, "Don't keep everything in your heart, tell me and I'll help you solve it ah."

"I'm the strongest, no problem can trouble me, so trust me more."

"It's okay." She tilted her head to look at the raindrops outside the window, her expression was so calm that people really couldn't figure out what she was thinking.

"I'll take care of it myself."

The author has something to say:

It feels like Gojo Satoru was subconsciously taught by Qi Tiao (smoking), and it is only possible for her to accept it if she is transformed by Qi himself.

Qi: What, as long as the method is right, this guy can still be saved.

Gojo Satoru (nods frantically): Mmmmmmm!

But this has a major premise, my lovely Qi 2333