I overturned trying to avoid the strongest

"Is Xia Youjie dead?" After listening to the explanation of the person opposite, Qi was silent for a long time, "...he still made a move."

【"So what are your plans next?"】

"What plans can I have? Now that the matter has come to an end, all we have to do is to wait quietly." Sitting sideways on the window sill, she looked down at the flower bed downstairs through the glass, with an indifferent face, " Wait for the opponent to start acting."

【"Well, if you hadn't insisted on keeping him, we would have ambushed near Xia Youjie's body and wiped them all out." Yanyong Qinzi sighed and complained. She also knew that this plan was unlikely to succeed. "But he will definitely think of this, maybe he will set a trap there and wait for us."]

"I'm sorry, it's my willfulness this time." The tone was a little apologetic, and she voluntarily accepted the other party's accusations, "I will make it up to you."

["There is no need for compensation. If I think it will really affect the plan, then I will not be able to agree to your request from the beginning." Sometimes Yan Yongqinzi is quite helpless when she is serious about her friends, "So this is our joint decision."

"Don't take all the blame on yourself."]

"Okay." Qi agreed, looked at the flower bed again, and smiled at the person on the other end of the phone, "Then let's do this for today, let's meet another day and talk."

After hanging up the phone and putting away her cell phone, she got up and went to the entrance to change into her out shoes, took the thin coat hanging on the floor hanger beside her, put her hand on the doorknob, and pushed the door open.

Taking the elevator to the first floor, Qi saw from a distance the slender figure sitting on the bench with his back to her, as if in a daze.

Obviously, he should have found her earlier in normal times, but now he didn't say a word, and continued to sit in the same position in a daze, not even noticing the gaze cast on him.

Sighing helplessly, she had no choice but to go directly to him with her coat in her arms.

It wasn't until a shadow was cast in front of his eyes that Gojo Satoru slowly reacted and raised his head to look at the other party, those eyes were rarely dazed.

He seemed very tired, so tired that even when he saw the girl he loved standing in front of him, he didn't reach out to hug her as usual, but maintained the original posture in silence, which made people feel... like a cat looking for Poor kitty who can't make the way home.

What a strange sight, Gojo Satoru looked like this.

Thinking about this, Qi bent down and actively embraced him, her left hand hugged her shoulders tightly, and her right hand was placed on the back of her head, and she forced him to bury him in her arms.

Spreading her five fingers deep into the hair, she lowered her eyes and kissed his curls quietly, as softly as if a leaf had left the branch and quietly landed on the top of his head.

The soft and sweet breath envelops the whole body, like the suffocation of the sea water gradually covering the chest, but it is so warm that people nostalgia, and the sweetness makes people reluctant to leave.

Gojo Satoru silently raised his hand to hug her back, but after hugging her for a while, he felt uncomfortable, so he forced her to sit on his lap, clasping his lover's slender waist tightly with his hands, and the two were close fit together without revealing a gap.

His breathing was shallow and heavy, and his drooping head occasionally turned to the other side, gently rubbing against her neck.

Maybe the other party used a bit too much force, and Qi even felt a burst of pain, but she didn't say anything, just comforted him and gave him a soft kiss, silently pampering her, allowing him to hold her tightly.

Gojo Satoru was silent for a long time before a dull voice came from below: "Why did you go downstairs?"

"Can't I go downstairs?" Qi touched his soft white hair, "Occasionally I want to come and pick you up."

"...If it was normal, I would be very happy." Seemingly feeling that his confused look was too embarrassing in front of his lover, he turned his head unnaturally and muttered softly, "But only now, I I don't want you to see it."

"People want to keep a strong and reliable side in your heart forever."

"As early as when you used the self-proclaimed 'other' to act like a baby to me, your mature and stable side no longer existed." Qi patted the back of his head, but there was a slight smile in his eyes, "But very Cute, I like it very much."

"And I don't need you to prove it, I understand that Wu Jun is very powerful." At the end of the talk, she gradually slowed down her tone, and the expression on her face gradually showed a bit of seriousness, "If you are tired, stop Take a good rest."

She stroked him tenderly: "I have worked hard for you all this time."

"...Yeah." Wujo Gou responded sullenly, as if he wanted to seek comfort from his lover, he hugged her more tightly, and then gently rubbed against her.

Like an insecure cat.

"Let's go home." Qi patted him on the shoulder again, and when Wujou was reluctant to let go of the distance, he covered his head with the thin coat in his hand.

"...What is this for?" He pinched the collar and lifted a corner, revealing that overly delicate face, and asked in bewilderment.

"Because I don't want you to be seen by others." She rubbed the top of his head through a layer of fabric, then took two steps back, rubbed her chin and looked at him with interest, and couldn't help but tease, " My lovely Wu Jun, you look like my bride."

"Hey—I actually want to be a groom more than a bride." Gojo Satoru drew out his tone slowly, seemingly dissatisfied with his lover's arbitrary arrangement, but in fact, the smile in his eyes was so full that it almost overflowed .

"But..." Soon, he changed the topic again, obviously very happy in his heart, but deliberately pretended to be "losing a lot of money", and reluctantly said, "Because it's Qi, So even if you want to marry me, it doesn't matter."

"You can only live a hard life if you follow me, Eldest Young Master." Qi felt amused and raised his hands to hold his face and rubbed it vigorously until his white and tender face turned red.

After playing enough, she turned around and squatted down with her back facing him, and hooked her fingers at him: "Okay, my young master, come up, this is my only one-time caring service."

"Why is it only this time? I have hugged you more than once before, right?" Gojo Satoru muttered unsatisfactorily, but he laid his body on her back very honestly, and coiled up his two long legs. His legs were tightly wrapped around his girlfriend's willow waist, his arms were around his neck, and he turned his head and kissed her temples coquettishly.

Qi lifted him up with his back on his back, and fixed his hands on his thighs to ensure that he would not fall halfway, and then walked home with a big man weighing more than [-] kilograms with ease.

Gojo Satoru put down his calf and swayed casually. Because he was bored, he used his fingers to lift up a lock of the opponent's long hair and wrapped it around his fingertips, one after another, as if he had found some fun in it, and started to have fun. .

...is simply a naive three-year-old child.

Qi thought helplessly, but didn't make a sound to stop him, seeing that the other party was in a bad mood today, he indulged him a little presumptuously.

But a certain person just didn't know what it means to close her as soon as she's happy, let go of her hair, and re-tightened her tightly, calling her name intimately in that cloyingly sweet tone: "Qi~ I can hug her tonight." Sleeping with you? I promise I won't do anything."

"A man's guarantee on the bed has never been credible." She took out the key from her pocket and inserted it into the lock, turned it, pushed it open, and kicked the door panel behind her back to close the door tightly after entering the room.

Qi turned her head and glanced at him, then said quietly: "Do you need me to recall what you said to me in bed before?"

In the end, Gojo Satoru dared to answer her plausibly: "How could it be compared to now? I was halfway in and you asked me to quit. Can this be tolerated? Besides, you cry so pitifully, I don't want to comfort you." How can you do it?"

She had no expression on her face: "So the way you comfort me is to fuck me harder, right?"

—Oh, man.

"...But I can't blame me for that." Seeing that the other party seemed to be a little angry, Gojo Wutiao didn't dare to say anything to continue to annoy her, but he was full of unwillingness to feel wronged, so he could only whisper there, "Who What made you so cute? You hugged me while crying pitifully, didn’t you mean to embarrass me. "

Qi rolled her eyes, and after putting on her indoor slippers, she was about to let go and throw him down, but instead, he tightened her grip, and she couldn't shake it off no matter what, she had no choice but to continue walking to the kitchen with such a burden on her back.

Before going out, she put a clay pot on the gas stove and turned on a low heat to cook the thick soup, which is probably almost cooked by now.

Turning off the gas and removing the lid, Qi single-handedly supported a person, and with the other hand, he took out a long ladle from the disinfection cabinet, washed it, put it into the soup and stirred it twice, Gojo Satoru just looked at it like this, and reminded him from time to time Two sentences.

"The ribs haven't come off the bone yet, the meat isn't rotten enough, let's cook it longer."

"Have you put any salt? Otherwise, it won't taste good. Then again, why don't you add corn or horseshoe? It will be sweeter if you add soup."

"There are no horseshoes or corn at home." Qi tasted the taste, smacked his lips, feeling pretty good, nodded in satisfaction and put down the long spoon.

"But there are carrots, do you eat them?"

"...I don't like carrots." Gojo Satoru pouted, and finally jumped off his back, then opened the cupboard and took an empty bowl to help serve the soup.

"Then give me the carrot." Qi took the bowls and chopsticks in his hand, raised her elbow and bumped his arm, signaling him to take a shower and change clothes first, "It's so dirty, my body smells bad. "

"I'm driving unlimited, why is it dirty?" Although he said so, he still subconsciously picked up his collar and sniffed it close to his nose.

I don't know if it's because Qi dislikes him, but he seems to really smell a strange smell from himself.

"Okay." Now that his girlfriend has given the order to die, Gojo Satoru can only obediently run to the bathroom to clean himself first.

When he came out of the bathroom wiping his wet hair with a towel, Qi had already cooked dinner and was sitting on the seat waiting for him.

Gojo Satoru didn't say what happened in the past few days, and she didn't intend to ask the other party the reason for the strangeness, so the two finished the meal quietly in this inexplicable atmosphere.

Wash the dishes and put them in the disinfection cabinet, turn on the TV to watch variety shows.

Gojo Satoru sat on the sofa and hugged Qi into his arms, clasped her tightly with both hands, put his chin on her shoulder, and stared intently at the performance on the screen.

Qi was not interested in variety shows, so she took a comic and leaned against him to turn the pages with her head down and relax, occasionally raising her eyes to glance at the progress of the show.

After finally making it to the usual bedtime, Gojo Satoru picked up his lover and was about to send her back to her room, but just as he got up, Qi grabbed his sleeve and pulled her.

"What's wrong?" He turned his head to look at her strangely.

Qi closed the manga in his hand and casually threw it on the sofa. Seeing the other party's attitude, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows, then smiled, and reminded him in turn: "Didn't you say you want me to sleep with you tonight?"

Gojo Satoru froze for a moment.

He didn't expect the other party to agree with his joke at all. He didn't realize it for a while, and stayed there stupidly, completely dumbfounded.

Does such a great thing really exist?

Gojo Satoru even began to suspect that he was actually dreaming, otherwise how could he have auditory hallucinations?

Qi promised to sleep with him or something... Are you sure you didn't fall into an illusion?

"If you don't like it——" Qi looked at his stupid look that was gradually sinking into sluggishness with a smile, and the thought of teasing suddenly arose, so she pretended to repent and dragged out her voice.

However, before the words finished, Gojo Satoru leaned over and kissed her, with a bit of roughness in his movements, and put his palm on the back of her head, deepening the kiss almost eagerly.

It wasn't until Qi frowned and stretched out his hands to push his chest, that he panted slightly and finally let go of her, but he didn't leave too far away, but lowered his head, turned his face sideways, and kissed her tenderly. neck.

His shallow breathing gradually became heavier, his blue eyes reflected his lover's unhappy expression, he couldn't help but let out a low laugh.

The man gently bit her earlobe, and a hoarse voice that was full of magnetism but concealed a trace of forbearance rang in her ear: "Do you want to do it, Qi?"

"I will make you feel comfortable as before."

The author has something to say:

Qi: Heh, man, your head is full of yellow trash.

Because Wu Maomao has just experienced a blow, now he urgently needs to hug Qi to prove that she is still by his side.

I don’t remember where I saw the theory. People who lose their sense of security after being hit hard will want to go crazy with their loved ones in order to make up for their sense of security (scratching their heads).

Why can't I remember the knowledge points in my studies, but remember these strange knowledge points the best (sluggish)?

Make up the rest on your own, don't rely on the author for everything!Occasionally produce some food for me to eat!