The strongest scum after me

【You don't want me to be responsible, do you? 】

In fact, at the beginning of this relationship, Shimizu Sakura did not expect any response from him.She stubbornly felt that this was her own choice, and since he hadn't made any promises from the beginning, she should accept the ending no matter what.

But why...

Why do you still feel uncomfortable in your chest when you hear him say this, and you are about to suffocate?

She just belatedly realized that those occasional tenderness and lingering ambiguity are just untouchable illusions, just like the bubbles turned into by the little mermaid, which will eventually burst before dawn.

He didn't even bother to say something nice to trick her.

He really... doesn't care about her.

That handsome face was very close to her, if he lowered his head, or if she raised her head, the distance to kiss each other could be reached, but neither of them moved.After saying that, Gojo Satoru just looked at her, his blue eyes were full of scrutiny, as if——

Don't plan to miss any sliver of emotion she spills out.

She gently closed her eyes, stepped back slightly, and opened the distance between them: "I didn't think about it this way. You don't have to worry, even if you are really pregnant..." She paused, then whispered, "... ...and I won't hold you accountable."

She knew that he was used to being free and wanton, and he didn't even want to be fettered by a romantic relationship, let alone a child who she didn't expect?

Shimizu Sakura didn't lie, she really didn't think about making him responsible for it.

She originally thought that he would be satisfied when he got the answer he wanted, but for some reason, he didn't seem very happy after hearing her say that, and even the corners of his mouth turned slightly cold.

The atmosphere was silent for a while.

After a few seconds, he suddenly smiled: "I don't need to be responsible? Then who do you want to be responsible for?"

There was frivolity in his tone.

She couldn't take it anymore.

But she has always been gentle and soft-tempered, and never confronts people head-on, so even if he said that, she couldn't say anything that hurt people.

She just put on her nightgown and got out of bed quietly. There was no light in the room, and she didn't bother to find a place for her slippers, so she could only step on the clean wooden floor.

Cold to the touch.

"If there's nothing else to do, I'll leave first. It's not good if someone sees you. Wu-jun should also rest earlier."

she whispered.

This is an evasive gesture, more like fleeing, revealing a bit of panic.

But he didn't seem to care at all. As soon as Shimizu Sakura stepped on the floor and couldn't stand up straight, he was hugged by his waist and lightly carried back to the bed again. He held it firmly and sank into the bed.

The blond hair was scattered among the white quilts, and she looked at him helplessly: "...Enlightenment?"

I've indulged to such an extent tonight... Isn't he going to let her go?

"Why don't you use honorifics again?" He looked down at her, and the light and shadow in his dark blue eyes in the night made her even a little scared.But in the next second, as if the ice and snow were melting again, he even smiled, and touched her cheek tenderly and intimately, but what he said was completely different, "I just suddenly felt that there was nothing to worry about. Do it again." How many times? Anyway, even if you are pregnant... I don’t have to take responsibility, do you?”

That night, Shimizu Sakura didn't dream of either Xia Youjie or Gojo Satoru.

A white-haired cat with blue eyes appeared in her dream.

Wearing a pair of black sunglasses, this blue-eyed white-haired cat walked past her, looking a bit awkward. Shimizu Sakura tilted her head and looked at it, feeling a little familiar, but couldn't remember who it looked like.

In the middle of walking, Maomao suddenly noticed her existence, then adjusted its original direction of travel, and turned around happily in her direction, as if realizing that its posture was a little eager, it slowed down proudly He stepped forward and sat down in front of her.

As the distance got closer, she realized that she was much smaller than it. Shimizu Sakura looked down at her hand—no, it was her little claw, and then she remembered that she was also a cat.

Eh wait, why did she say "as if"?

She was originally meow.

【who are you? 】

Ying Meow curiously asked the blue-eyed cats in front of her who were taller than her.

【I am Master Wu. 】Maomao shook its tail, looking happy, 【Are you the bride who sacrificed those rotten oranges to me? 】

[What does "bride" mean? 】

[It means we can play together in the future. 】The blue-eyed cat stretched out its paws to Sakura Meow friendly, 【Do you want to play with me? 】

[Hmmm...] Ying Miao tilted her head and agreed happily, [Okay! 】

But Yingmiao found that she was not suitable to play with "Master Wu", the blue-eyed cat was too bad, she always bullied it, and it couldn't beat the blue-eyed cat.Yingmiao felt that she was very tired from playing and had no strength at all, but "Master Wu" still pestered it to play with it.

Sakura Meow burst into tears: [Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...]

【Well, don't cry. 】The blue-eyed cat frowned, with a puzzled look on its round cat face, and said to itself, 【Strange... Although I really like to bully you, why do I feel so bad when I see you cry? 】

Gojo Satoru also had a dream that night.

In the dream, he was a blue-eyed white-haired cat, walking leisurely under the moonlight. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of one of its kind not far away, and the five cats stopped in their tracks.

It was a little milk cat, with light golden hair, big eyes like the sky at dusk, beautiful like an elf under the moonlight, it was small, sat obediently on the spot, crooked He stared at the five meows.

【It's so cute. 】

Five meows thought to themselves.

So it walked up to the little milk cat and sat down.

【I'm Sakura Meow, who are you? 】

The little milk cat meowed and asked him.

【I am Master Wu. 】He wagged his tail, feeling a little happy,【Are you the bride who sacrificed those rotten oranges to me? 】

[What does "bride" mean? 】

[It means we can play together in the future. 】He stretched out his claws to Yingmiao friendly,【Do you want to play with me? 】

[Hmmm...] Ying Miao tilted her head and agreed happily, [Okay! 】

Wu Tiao Miao likes to play with Ying Miao very much. The little milk cat is like a marshmallow, small, soft and sweet. Once you bite it, the sweetness will melt in your mouth, making Wu Tiao Miao I really want to eat it one bite at a time, but I am a bit reluctant to really eat it.

And it's easy to bully, it's soft to hold and smells good on its body, and when it's being bullied, it softly begs Wu Tiaomiao not to bully it.

I don't know why, although Wutiaomiao likes to bully Naimiao, it doesn't really want to see Naimiao cry.

When it cries, Wu Tiao Miao also feels very uncomfortable.

Always being bullied by it, Little Naimiao finally doesn't want to play with it anymore.

Wutiaomiao didn't want to let Xiaonaimiao go: [What do you want me to do, so that you are willing to continue playing with me? 】

The little Naimiao meowed softly: [Then don't bully me, if you treat me better, I will continue to play with you. 】

Wutiaomiao thought for a while: [If I don't want to be nice to you, do I still want to bully you? 】

Little Naimiao said seriously: [Then I really will never play with you again. 】

It seems that... I had a very strange dream.

When she woke up from the dream, Shimizu Sakura couldn't remember the content of the dream at all.

There was a hand on her waist, and someone hugged her thin shoulders intimately. Now she was fully embraced by him.

The morning light shone into the room through the curtains, and she could see his delicate and delicate facial features as soon as she raised her head slightly. The sleeping Gojo Satoru was not as vile and hateful as usual, and looked very quiet, so quiet that it almost gave the illusion of tenderness .

It was only at this time that she dared to look at him without any scruples.

It was as if she was always looking at him one-sidedly.

As one of the three imperial families, the Wutiao family is as old-fashioned and conservative as the other two, with strict rules. Before she was 14 years old, her marriage contract with Gojo Satoru was not broken. The Gojo family was extremely strict with her. Not only did she have extremely high requirements on conversation and etiquette, but she also restricted her actions. Postures are strictly regulated.When she was in the Gojo family, she was not "Shimizu Sakura", but a dull symbol, a doll who was carefully dressed to maintain the dignity of the Gojo family.

Who cares what the doll thinks?

After she was 12 years old, the Gojo family had stricter discipline on her. Many times, when she stood in a quiet old Japanese-style house in a complicated and gorgeous twelfth single, she would have a feeling of suffocation so heavy that she could hardly breathe.

In fact, when her emotions collapsed to the extreme, she could only quietly hide in a corner where no one was around and cry.

Because if she is discovered by the Wutiao family, she will be punished again.

She really didn't like it here, she felt like a flower growing in rotten soil, and sooner or later she would die in a corner where no one noticed.

The only thing that makes her happy is when she is with him.

But he can't be with her all the time.

"Let's move out of our house." One day, Gojo Satoru said to her suddenly, as if he just mentioned it casually, "This place is still too far from the school."

She didn't know how Gojo Satoru got the elders of the main family to agree to her leaving the main family, but since then, they seldom returned to the main family of the Gojo family unless necessary.

Thinking of this, her eyes just fell on the scar on his chest.

It was a scar on the left chest, almost going through the heart, because the wound was so deep, it was still clearly visible even after four years.

Maybe it won't go away forever.

That was the injury he suffered four years ago to protect her.

【I won't let you die. 】

【do not be afraid. 】

At that time, he was only 14 years old, and he was not the "strongest" later.She was held in his arms, she couldn't see the Xiu/Luo/hell/hell scene around her, she could only smell the blood/smell/gas in the air, his chest was bleeding all the time, but he remained calm Comfort her crying with a hoarse voice.

But in fact, he didn't know that Shimizu Sakura was not crying because she was afraid of death.

She just thought that usually she would feel very painful just by cutting her fingers, and how painful the wound on his chest was, almost to the bone.

For a long time afterwards, her eyes would always unconsciously fall on his healed scars.

And he obviously didn't take this to heart, and his reaction was always lazy and casual.

【"Huh? Are you asking about the wound?"】

【"It doesn't hurt anymore."】

Not just this wound.

she thinks.

When they were first together, she was too indulgent once, and her nails accidentally scratched several small wounds on his shoulder and back.

The next day when he went to swim in the beach, someone asked him curiously what happened to the scar on his back, did he get scratched while feeding the little wild cat?

"Hmm..." He just glanced at the stiff Shimizu Sakura, and then said with a smile, "It's not a little wild cat, it was scratched by a domestic kitten."

He obviously didn't care about it, but she felt very guilty for accidentally scratching him, so she cut her nails short afterwards, and restrained her fingers when she was with him again, preferring to grab the sheets or pillows instead of reaching out to hug him Hold his neck.

His slender hand went up her wrist and clasped her slender fingers: "Why don't you hug me?"

"I'm afraid to scratch you again..."

she whispered.

He laughed softly, kissed her cheek tenderly, and held her tightly in his arms: "but at this time, I like you to hold me."

【I like you holding me. 】

He's always been very tender in certain moments.

So gentle that many times it gave her the illusion that he also liked her.

If she had a choice, she would really rather that he be a little more hateful to her, and then a little bit more hateful. It would be better if he never had a gentle time, never had a good time to her, so that she would not be delusional again and again, and be decisive. give up.

Just like now, even though she has been hurt so many times, her first reaction is to find him when she encounters difficulties that cannot be solved, and when she curls up in his arms, she subconsciously wants to hug him tightly.

Obviously she was so cold that she was almost discouraged last night, but now seeing the scar on his chest... What she wanted to say, suddenly couldn't say anything.