Coquettish six eyes are the best life

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When Kamo Tsurumi woke up, he probably knew that he had slept for a long time, and the muscles in his body were a little out of control, so he finally gritted his teeth and got up from the bed.

The tearing sensation caused by swallowing a mouthful of saliva in his throat made him couldn't help opening his mouth to breathe out, rubbing his throat with trembling hands and swallowing tentatively again.

So uncomfortable, this is how long I have slept.

He only vaguely remembered the two strokes by Fu Heisher, and the one he gave himself.

Thinking of this, Kamo Tsurumi subconsciously stretched out his hand to touch the wound on his abdomen, and it turned out to be healed.

Is it nitro?

Never mind, my throat hurts.

Kamo Tsurumi glanced at the layout of the room and confirmed that it was in Gojo Satoru's small bungalow.

He walked out of the room with difficulty, and this movement alone made him out of breath, and he sat on the sofa for a long time before he could catch his breath.

I don't know where that guy Wu went, I'm so hungry.

Pulling himself together and getting up from the sofa, he finally walked to the kitchen, found a glass and held it in his hand, and stood beside the sink with his head bowed and panting.

Panting made his lips even more chapped, and after barely licking them wet with his tongue, he put the glass in the sink facing the faucet.

Flick the switch and water gushes from the faucet.

He couldn't help swallowing again, his throat was dry and hot, or maybe it was his subjective feeling, in short, the thirst for water was able to overwhelm the pain in his throat.

full full.

Turn off the faucet, reach into the sink and pick up a glass full of water.

Kamo Tsurumi didn't expect the water glass to be so heavy, his right hand trembled uncontrollably, his elbow rested on the edge of the sink, and a lot of water spilled on him.

He tried to lift his elbow away from the sink, and the shaking in his right hand grew worse.

The body bent down and pouted to reach the mouth of the cup, but the sound of the door opening from the direction of the door was ignored. The most important thing now is to drink water first!

Drink it!

The throat clamored for more, but the right hand gradually failed to catch up with the speed, and suddenly softened.

"Crack-"

The glass fell to the ground and shattered, and the water in the glass splashed all over his trouser legs.

Kamo Tsurumi let out a long sigh, put his palm back on the sink again, and could only wait for Gojo to come to his senses.

There was the sound of a key falling to the ground, and Gojo Satoru walked slowly step by step, but after a few seconds, he seemed to realize something and quickened his pace to rush to the kitchen.

Kamo Tsurumi saw Gojo Satoru who seemed to have changed a little, tilted his head as a greeting and said:

——"Are you back? Can you help me?"

Gojo Satoru stood there for a long time, still refusing to move.

Kamo Tsurumi curled up his toes on the floor in bewilderment, and spoke again:

"Enlightened?"

Gojo Satoru seemed to be being turned into a clockwork, he took a step forward and rushed to embrace Kamo Tsurumi, buried his face in his shoulder and gently inhaled and exhaled.

Why does it sound like... sobbing?

"What's wrong?" Kamo Tsurumi raised his right hand, which was the only support for his body, and patted it on the back of his head, his voice also softened, "What is it?"

"……hug me."

Gojo Satoru's voice came from next to his ear, it seemed very low because it was buried on his shoulder.

"Good good."

Kamo Tsurumi hugged him back as if coaxing a child, clasped his fingers so as not to hang down weakly.

The moment he hugged him, Gojo Satoru showed a triumphant smile in a place where he could not see.

The angle of view is suddenly pulled up, the upper body is hugged and rotated in a 360-degree circle, and the lower body is thrown out without fixation.

Wujo Wu this child!immature!ghost!She actually took the opportunity to carry him around in circles!

He closed his eyes to relieve the dizziness, and tilted his head back to gather strength and slammed into Gojo Satoru's forehead fiercely.

"Boom!"

Both of their foreheads were red, and Gojo Satoru, who had manually turned off the unlimited spell, still refused to stop, and carried him all the way to the sofa before putting him down.

Kamo Tsurumi sat on the sofa dizzy, covered his mouth and retched.

"Five! Articles! Enlightenment!"

"Yeah!" Gojo Satoru smiled, and a non-existent flower bloomed beside his head, obviously in a good mood.

He threw the phone on the coffee table casually, put his face in his hands, his elbows on his knees, and sat beside the phone with a grin, his eyes bent into a line with a smile, and the corners of his mouth curled up uncontrollably.

Still tilting her head and pretending to be good, she asked in a puzzled tone, "What's wrong?"

"Ha——" Kamo Tsurumi sighed, feeling that he was going to sigh all the sighs he should have in this life, who would bear to blame such a Gojo Satoru, "I want to drink water, what should I do if you are like this..."

Before he finished speaking, Gojo Gojo quickly stood up and went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water into his hand.

Kamo Tsurumi, who was forced to carry the water, was speechless, staring at the water glass as if wondering if there was poison in it.

Seeing that he didn't drink for a long time, Wujou thought for half a second to comprehend, then took a water cup from his hand and fed it to his mouth, and said, "Tsurunami is so self-willed, I still need to feed the water."

"I,!"

"But it doesn't matter, who made you meet such a good man as Young Master Wu!" He raised the water glass talking to himself.

"Grumble rumble..."

Kamo Tsurumi was held down by him to drink a whole glass of water, because of Gojo Satoru's rough movements, a lot of water dripped down the corner of his mouth and dripped his collar, and he coughed continuously, as if he had choked on water.

"Cough, cough, five coughs, five coughs, cough cough cough..."

"Yeah, yes, yes." Wujo Satoru still had a conscience, and patted him on the back to help him relax.

"Ahem, I say you!" Kamo Tsuru saw that tears were coming out of his eyes before he stopped, and raised his head with red eyes, wanting to fight Gojo Satoru for [-] rounds.

"Is there anything else you want?" Gojo Satoru leaned in front of him, stared at him with wide eyes, and added softly, "Senior?"

— the bastard.

Kamo Tsurumi pursed his lips in shame, adjusted his mentality and began to embarrass him, "I'm hungry, I want to eat the mixed yakiniku made by you."

Ha, let's see how he does it, it can't be done in 10 minutes.

"No, you can't eat anything other than porridge."

"Who said that!"

"I said!"

"I,"

"But! Yes!" Gojo Satoru stood up to help him straighten his sitting position, and pressed the TV remote control smoothly, "In order to satisfy the request of the senior, the great Master Wu has decided—"

"Eat, give, you, look!"

……

Gojo Satoru fulfilled Kamo Tsurumi's wish: cook a meal of Oyaki himself.

—and eat it yourself.

He could only hold the white porridge and watch him swallow viciously one spoon at a time, his teeth hitting the spoon and making a grinding sound to show his sense of existence.

Wujo Wujo ate the assorted yakinime contentedly, and when he heard this, he specially handed it to him to smell before eating it.

"So, how long have I been asleep?" Kamo Tsurumi poured another bowl of hot porridge, and turned the topic on the right track, "I was treated by Nitrogen? Shouldn't it be in the medical room in the school?"

Gojo Satoru swallowed the last sip of mixed rice, put down his chopsticks and served himself a bowl of porridge, and said while drinking, "Oh, you slept for a year."

"One,..." Kamo Tsurumi's expression blanked out instantly, he never thought that it would take so long, which was beyond the tentative vacation time originally planned by Shizheng.

Gojo Satoru dropped another blockbuster, "Gazi couldn't use the reversal technique, it was your spiritual power that healed."

"By the way, there is also your knife, which is torn apart. Want me to bring it for you?"

He spoke in a questioning tone, but got up consciously to help him get the knife.

The Lion King's sword is full of cracks, and Kamo Tsurumi hastily sent in spiritual power for preliminary hand-in.

Such a serious injury obviously cannot be done by pouring spiritual power at will. He deployed a spiritual power hand into the formation and placed the Lion King in it.

This is a formation taught by Shizheng that "you can get the same repair strength without entering the pool when you go out for missions". The estimated end time depends on the degree of repair.

The repair time this time is 1023 hours, 34 minutes and 56 seconds. Perhaps because it is in a time and space that is not governed by current affairs, the repair time is longer than usual.

He also wants to take this time to do some rehabilitation work for his dull body, and he will return to Shizheng after he is fully prepared.

After he finished setting up the formation, Gojo Satoru also packed up the dishes on the dining table and took them to the kitchen sink, rolled up his sleeves on both sides, turned on the faucet and started washing the dishes.

The loose hair is as soft as a cat's fur, which makes one's hands itchy and can't help but want to rub it a few times. He doesn't know where the sunglasses he usually wears are thrown away by him. The eyelashes of the same color as the hair are obviously not done any beauty work. The treatment of the eyelashes is unbelievable.

He is wearing house clothes today, probably a new one he bought not long ago, at least Kamo Tsurumi has no impression of this one.

The light blue top is probably bought too big, or it may be such a design. The neckline is so wide that it hangs near the shoulders and cannot be removed. It only covers a small part of the collarbone. The sleeves that cover part of the palm go around the elbow.

The lower body is wearing beige trousers made of unknown material, hanging from the ankles and shaking freely with his movements, occasionally revealing the beautiful outline of the ankle bones. The camel-colored indoor slippers were taken off during the meal just now. Her round toes have been peeked at for a long time.

The way he stared at the foam on the bowls and chopsticks in the sink and wiped off the stains with a dishcloth blankly...

Kamo Tsurumi curled up his legs and leaned on the chair, put his right hand between his legs, and rested his chin on his left hand to look at Gojo Gojo, who was busy in the kitchen, and said with a loud smile, "Satoru, you're quite virtuous, aren't you?"

— very sexy.

"Go and sit on the sofa." Wujo Wujo had an expression on his face at this moment, and said without looking back, "It's soft there."

"Yes~yes~" Kamo Tsurumi twitched his lips and replied, slowly got up and moved to the sofa.

It's boring, it still looks 'good-looking' without expression.

Accompanied by the sound of washing dishes and the boring programs on TV, Kamo Tsurumi's eyelids began to twitch.

He hasn't woken up for a long time, and his body is used to wanting to sleep again.

Gojo Satoru, who just finished washing the dishes, took a clean towel to wipe his hands. He also maintained the no-lower-limit technique while washing the dishes. There was no oily smell on his hands, but he wiped his hands clean as if he had a cleanliness of.

He came out of the kitchen and saw the drowsy Kamo Tsurumi at a glance, picked up the TV remote control on the coffee table and turned off the noisy TV, trying to make him fall asleep.

Kamo Tsurumi was startled awake by the sudden loss of TV sound in a relatively quiet environment.

He seemed to remember something, and waved to Wujo Satoru who was approaching, "I remembered something, come."

"What's wrong?" He bent down and leaned in front of him.

"let me see."

Kamo Tsurumi lifted the only piece of clothing on Gojo Satoru from the side, revealing the hideous scar underneath, put down the corner of the clothing and raised his hand to touch his neck, there was also a huge scar on it.

As well as the forehead, if you lift the bangs on the left forehead, you can see the old wounds that have healed and left scars underneath.

These are the places where Fuheshier was injured in the astral event.

"Don't look at the ones on the legs..." He observed carefully and rubbed his thumbs, asking questions, "You know how to reverse the operation, right? Why do you still have scars?"

Kamo Tsurumi lowered his attention from the scar, and the face in front of him unconsciously got closer and closer.

"Enlightened?"

"Of course it's for you to see."

Gojo Satoru didn't know when he spread his arms on the sofa, locked his escape range left and right, and his face was very close to him, so close that he was about to touch.

He lifted his left leg slightly, and pulled his hand to stick it on his thigh, which happened to be where it was injured before.

"Check the legs too?"

The noses of the two naturally rubbed together, and Kamo Tsurumi gave him a suggestive push.

His eyes dimmed all of a sudden, and he lowered his head so as not to meet his gaze.

"This will be inconvenient..."

Gojo Satoru put his hand on his face and forced him to straighten it.

"look at me?"

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Just realized today is Valentine's Day!