After breaking up with 5T5, I took the summer oil line

When I came out of the movie theater, it was already very late. Fortunately, I caught up with a coffee shop that was not closed, so that Momozawa could buy a glass of milk and hold it in my hand.

It's a bit funny to say, she just dragged her boyfriend who seemed to want to go back to eat Daifuku to place an order before the coffee shop owner closed, but what she wanted was not coffee, but a glass of milk.

After a while, they all left the shopping mall to blow the cold wind on the road. Momozawa could still remember the surprised and puzzled expression of the boss at that time, and couldn't help laughing.

Gojo Satoru, who was bored walking beside her, turned his eyes slightly to look at his girlfriend who was holding hot milk. He never felt that it was interesting to press the road in such a winter.

But he also knew that his girlfriend seemed to be in a bad mood today, so he was considerate and didn't complain, and followed her wishes.

In fact, if it is normal, he should not care about these.But probably the blond man in the dessert shop today brought him a sense of crisis, so he was so considerate and clingy.

Gojo Satoru, who made excuses for paying too much attention to his girlfriend's reaction, blinked his eyes that had been staring at his girlfriend's smiling face, exhaled a little bit of white air, and finally couldn't help but ask, "What are you laughing at?"

"I thought of something funny." Momozawa shook her head, and she didn't intend to share this little thing with him. It might have happened before, but at the moment when the other party finds her increasingly boring, this kind of sharing will probably only be possible. What's so funny about being answered, right?

Although she has a good temper, she is not the type of person who likes to be splashed with cold water. She just took out her phone from her pocket and glanced at the time when her boyfriend was about to question her.Then, putting aside such a boring topic, she smiled briskly at him.

"Happy birthday, Wu—"

She held up her mobile phone, and as she spoke, her voice was deliberately drawn out, bringing out a sweet taste, which made people itch.

"Didn't you already say it when we met?" Gojo Satoru was caught off guard when he was hit by his girlfriend's Jiaojiao tone, and he only responded subconsciously by virtue of his habits. It's number seven now."

Momozawa didn't notice the uneasiness that he concealed very well, and nodded with a smile: "Yes! So I want to wish Wu Wu a happy birthday again!"

"Uh..." But Gojo Satoru didn't respond, he just stopped, rubbed his chin with his hands, and pretended to be thinking.

Momozawa stopped following his movements, and moved her hand holding the milk uncomfortably, thinking that she had said something wrong, but she didn't feel that wishing him a happy birthday again would make him angry.So, in doubt, she bit her lip and asked, "Wu, what's wrong?"

Gojo Satoru looked at the girl beside him through the sunglasses, saw her cheeks that were a little red from the cold wind, and the white fingertips holding the paper cup, and then suddenly moved closer to her.

There was no one on the street, it was quiet, and there was dust floating in the air under the street lamps.But Gojo Satoru and Momozawa are so close that there seems to be no dust between them.

Momozawa wanted to see Gojo Satoru's eyes, trying to guess his thoughts, but was blocked by the impermeable sunglasses, she could only see a piece of darkness, until Gojo Satoru reached out and pushed down the sunglasses slightly, as she wished reveal those eyes.

They got too close, and the white air they breathed blended together. Momozawa couldn't help but feel a little blushing, but it wasn't as intense as she imagined.

Her cheeks were red, she didn't know whether she was red from the wind or from embarrassment, but her brown eyes no longer flickered or dodged, and she looked at him with a straightforward attitude, waiting for his answer.

For some reason, Gojo Satoru always felt lost. He couldn't see what he wanted to see, so he just clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction. The excitement about the success of the willful bad idea that just surfaced in his heart dissipated in an instant, leaving only Slightly blunt but frivolous words: "Your lips are dry."

"Huh?" Momozawa subconsciously stretched out her hand to touch her lips, she just took a sip of milk and it was still moist, "Is it okay?"

As she spoke, she stiffly raised the paper cup in her hand and took another sip.

Gojo Satoru just bent over like this, without dodging, and watched the girl in front of him move up close.Then, after a brief silence, he asked, "It's my birthday, so my wish should come true!"

Momozawa Xiang didn't answer, but just glanced at the paper cup in her hand, and said, "What wish?"

When she asked this question, she even wondered if Wu wanted to drink the milk in her hand?But of course not.

"I wanted to ask you what your temper was today and you repeatedly ignored me. But I always feel that I have done a lot of wrong things, so I don't want to ask, anyway, I won't change it."

The white-haired boy in front of her seemed quite complacent when he said so capriciously. He laughed, thinking he had figured out all the tricks.

"So I only have the simplest wish. Didn't I not kiss you when I went to the Ferris wheel with you before? You are actually very disappointed, so, now, my wish is that I want your kiss."

He seemed to think that Momozawa had always been that kind of girl who would change her temper as long as she coaxed him casually.

No matter what mistakes he made, as long as he was willing to bend down and hug her closely, she could easily forgive him.

In fact, it is.

If Momozawa didn't know the things he cheated on her, but only knew the superficial, his indifference to her and the boring words he said from time to time, she, who was worried about unfamiliar feelings, would definitely be taken by him so proactively. Impressed by the overtures.

But now, she is indeed still happy, but this bit of joy is too weak compared to the disappointment accumulated in her heart.

So she didn't rush into his arms as quickly as Gojo Satoru thought, and she didn't blush like that, showing a shy smile, and didn't punch him hard out of embarrassment. something else.

She just pursed her lips and smiled, she was indeed a little shy, but Gojo Satoru had seen her really shy.

So such slight shame was nothing, he only heard Momozawa say: "But today is your birthday, so what does it matter if I was lost or not..."

And even if you are lost, you won't feel anything after a month.Momozawa thought so.

"Really? But I want it." Gojo Satoru didn't struggle with this anymore, he just easily regarded her refusal as shyness and refusal. He raised his hand and took off his sunglasses, and brought his whole face close to her, using blue Staring at her, he released his charm to his heart's content, lowered his voice, prolonged his tone, and acted stickily.

"Today, I'm really special, I want Xiangxiang's kiss—"

He said this, begged her like this, and approached her like this, but he didn't kiss her directly, he wanted to wait for her consent, and asked her to nod.

It was too foul.

Momozawa thought, her soul seemed to be split in two, and the half looked at him calmly, unmoved, because if he really loved her as he showed, the scarf she gave would not be still crowded in the The Daifuku bag was not taken out.

The other half was overjoyed by this little favor, trying to comfort himself that maybe it was just because he didn't expect that he was completely overwhelmed by the unreasonable, self-righteous liking, and didn't care about anything.

It seemed that as long as he looked at her like this, and said such words in such a foul way, she would lose her temper at all, and swallowed all the questions that were about to be asked.

Unprincipled, disgusting.

Momozawaka had already made up her mind, but when she was stared at by such eyes, the half of her rationality began to gradually fail.

She advised herself, well, forgive him, let's tolerate it one last time, today is his birthday, just satisfy him, there is no need to question anything at this time.

Because she knew the answers to many questions, but she didn't need to ask them any more, so why would she ask them to break the atmosphere?

She is soberly aware that where in this world is there a feeling that always requires tolerance?It won't last for sure, maybe it's about to break, maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, maybe the next date.It was coming to an end anyway, because she changed her mind and didn't want to fix it anymore.

But she was still defeated by such a little love and intimacy in a relationship that was known to be drifting away, known to be over for a day. She wanted to lie to herself, break her principles, ignore her sinking heart, and ignore To do those pointed hecklers.

It is now December [-], [-], a little after midnight, and her boyfriend who loves her but doesn’t love her that much is standing in front of her, the sky is dark, neither the moon nor the stars can be seen , Momozawaka's eyelashes trembled, and finally closed her eyes.

Someone bent down to get close to her, breath intertwined, hot, warming her cheeks that were blown cold by the wind, the hand that didn't hold Dafu touched the back of a hand hanging by her side, and stroked it with fingertips Her finger, Momozawa moved her wrist, responding to him.

They kissed under the street lamp, not so eager to make people blush, it was rusty, jerky, but still sweet, the breath was full of the smell of milk, mixed with a little greasy taste of dessert, even though they hadn't eaten it just now.

This year's first snow is very timely, it just fell when they were kissing, and when they parted, Wuwu's white eyelashes were covered with another layer of snow.

Momozawa looked at him with wide foggy eyes, saw his eyelashes and white hair that merged with the snow, looked at his bright, penetrating blue eyes that were not covered by sunglasses, and listened to her own beating heartbeat, thinking like this The scenery is so romantic and amazing, it seems that the heavens are beautiful.

Then, the boy in front of her moved. He pursed his lips, revealing the happiest person of the day. With a comfortable smile, he bent over and let go of the hand he held with his girlfriend. When Tao Zexiang blinked uncomfortably, he put his fingertips close to her, as if offering a treasure: "Xiangxiang, there are snowflakes on your eyes."

He said so...

Momozawa blinked and smiled, with a blush still on her face, she reached out to touch the white snowflake, but before she could touch it, she was blown away by the wind.

"Tsk..." Gojo Satoru smacked his lips softly, staring at his fingertips with a look of dissatisfaction, but after all, it was just a trivial matter, and he forgot about him in an instant.

He just straightened up and looked at the sky, as if he was also delighted by the snow that happened to fall at this time.

"It's late, there's no way, it's too bastard to ask you to go back alone."

Gojo Satoru said so, then lowered his head and stretched out his hand to his girlfriend, asking her to take the initiative to hold him. His voice was very tender. When he wanted to deliberately please someone, he always made people feel so excited. He pulled the distance too close, so close It was only a short distance away, as if he would come to kiss her again soon, but he didn't.

He only raised his eyebrows, dragged his voice helplessly, and complained to her coquettishly: "I can't help it, I have no choice but to send you home."

Momozawa lowered her eyes, looked at the hand in front of her eyes, saw the smiling boy in front of her, who almost melted into the snow, leaned in front of her and tilted his head slightly, waiting for her to respond, then paused for two seconds, thinking of refusing After an untimely flash, he finally took his hand.