The road of the house owner of the pig in the Chanyuan

However, when the man wanted to withdraw his fingertips, Naoya's hand suddenly raised at this moment, without even opening his eyes, he grabbed the man's retracting wrist with lightning speed.

Now that the season has come to the end of June, it is almost July, and the weather in Tokyo is getting hotter and hotter. The meaning of midsummer is getting stronger day by day. The air conditioner can't stand the cold wind, so I can only feel the cool wind at night through the screen window.

As for Xiao Hui, naturally, she only covered him with a thin blanket, and Naoya fanned him to sleep.

Even in such an unbearably hot night, Naoya's hands and feet were still slightly cold due to his body. Under such circumstances, he grabbed the man's wrist, but found that the temperature transmitted to the palm was no worse than How much higher is his own, it can even be said... all the same, and he feels cold.

Realizing that something was wrong, Naoya opened his eyes involuntarily. Even though he was prepared in his heart, when he really saw Gojo Satoru's familiar face and those pair of eyes in the dark room with only a little bit of moonlight. When the blue eyes were still shining brightly in the darkness, he still couldn't hold back the choking in his heart.

"...Suddenly appearing in the room in the middle of the night, you are not afraid of scaring people," Naoya worried about waking Xiaohui who was beside him, first glanced slightly at the sleeping child beside the pillow, and then resumed And glared at Wujo Wu, pursed his lips, and asked in a low voice, "What are you doing here, what's the matter?"

"I'd like to see you."

With Naoya's grasp, Gojo Satoru simply squatted down his legs, put his arms lightly on the edge of Naoya's bed, raised the corners of his mouth, and said in the same low voice, but the brilliance in his eyes was better than before, matching the reason in his mouth. Pressing down, the words with a somewhat hoarse and grainy texture immediately gave Naoya a severe 'head-on blow'.

"...It's been ten years, haven't you seen enough?" Naoya turned his head to the side, let go of the wrist he was holding, and stopped going. Looking at the other party, "And when you can't see it, if you have to run over in the middle of the night, don't you need to sleep?"

"Just ten years is not enough... Besides, you disappeared for nearly three days before, so I have to make it up."

With a hint of ridicule, Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows. Even at night, he still has excellent eyesight, allowing him to clearly see the blushes gradually emerging from Naoya's pale face against the backdrop of the moonlight. , chuckled softly, "As for why you choose it at night...then you have to ask your family Zhenwang, and that bastard Shir." the taste of.

"...Uh, when my body is fully recovered, they shouldn't be so nervous...Probably," Naoya who probably understood the reason after hearing what Gojo Satoru said, After being silent for a long while, he said with some embarrassment and helplessness, "Anyway, you just happened to deal with the affairs of the high-level conjurer at this time, and besides, who made you--" Naoya suddenly hoarse , stopped the unfinished words, and even the expression on the eyebrows and eyes became a little strange for a while.

The weather seems to be getting hotter and hotter.

"What happened to me that day?" Gojo Satoru refused to let Naoya go, moved his face closer, forcibly met Naoya's dark brown eyes, looked at Naoya's flushed cheeks, and the slender forehead. Khan, as well as his own figure reflected in his eyes, deliberately smirked and said, "Are you talking about it?"

Naoya: "..."

"Stop making trouble, be careful to wake Xiaohui up later." Somewhat embarrassedly dodging from Gojo Satoru's eyes, Naoya started talking again, and raised his hand hard, trying to push the person farther away—the distance It was too close, it seemed that Wuwu's scorching breath was on his face, which made his face feel hotter and hotter, "It's very late, you should go back and have a good rest, we will talk about it later."

"But I can't wait," Gojo Satoru only followed Naoya's strength to back away a little distance, tilted his head, looked at the other person innocently, and blinked his big blue eyes twice , pouted, and muttered, "Besides, I've been waiting for almost three days."

Looking at Gojo Satoru in front of him, Naoya didn't know what to say for a moment, he just felt that the heat on his face was almost enough to boil water, and there seemed to be a bunch of bubbles popping up in his head, disturbing his thoughts , making him feel dizzy for a while.

Although he did vaguely admit his feelings for Gojo Satoru when he thought he was going to die when he was in the Xingxing Palace, it doesn't mean that he really wanted to be with Gojo Satoru, even if Afterwards, Naoya, who was lucky enough to recover his life, never planned to confide his feelings to the other party.

However, what Ling Naozai didn't expect was that Wujo Satoru, who usually looks carefree and doesn't know anything about feelings, would kiss him in front of Shier Zhenwang...

Although it was only on the forehead, but combined with what the other party said at the time and the strong emotions in Naoya's eyes that are still impressive to this day, all these things add up, and there is no room for Naoya to lie to himself that Wujo Satoru at that time did what he did. These "amazing moves" did not mean what he thought.

The night became darker and darker, and the room was so quiet that it was almost audible to drop a needle. Only the sound of breathing was continuously amplified in the ears, dyed with the sultry heat in the air, lingering between the two of them, and gradually became a little anxious.

"... Satoru," Naoya, who had been silent for a long time, still refused to look directly at Gojo Satoru, only hoarse, whispering softly, "You are only 17 years old, in the future... You will meet more people, they are all kinds, good and bad, and by then, you may meet better and more suitable among them..."

"Naoya," suddenly, Gojo Satoru's voice without any emotional ups and downs, coldly interrupted Naoya's unfinished words, he stroked Naoya's face, and looked at him again, "You just need to tell me your answer, other Yes, you don't have to think about anything for me."

"I..." Naoya opened his mouth, looking at Gojo Satoru's serious eyes, he was a little speechless for a while.

"Then let me ask another question—do you hate me?" Seeing that Naoyaguang opened his mouth and remained silent, Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows, and simply asked, "The one from that day——" He leaned over and made a surprise attack Touched Naoya's forehead, then raised the corners of his lips as if triumphant, and asked again with a smile, "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

Naoya: "..."

Naoya felt as if his forehead had been scalded suddenly by a red-hot iron, and he was caught off guard, so that for a moment he could only cover his forehead subconsciously at a loss, and stared blankly at Gojo Wu, whose eyes were stained between the corners of his eyebrows. with a smirk on his face.

"Hmm...Uncle..."

Probably because Naoya's movements were too wide, which affected Xiaohui who was sleeping soundly beside him, her small eyebrows frowned a little, and she murmured vaguely in her pink mouth, so scared that Naoya didn't even dare to speak loudly for a while. Taking a breath, she looked nervously at Xiaohui's soft face.

"Hot..." After seeing Xiao Hui only softly uttered this word, she fell into a deep sleep again, but there was a little more sweat oozing from her forehead.

Seeing this, Naoya heaved a sigh of relief at first, but then he was taken aback, and shook his head with a wry smile, wondering why he was making such a fuss, took the fan from the bedside, and glanced at Gojo Gojo, who had an innocent face, and acted softly for Xiaohui The ground fanned the cool breeze, and it was not until Xiaohui's brows stretched again that she slowed down the movement of her hands, fanning the fan again and again.

"Naozai," but Gojo Satoru was on the other side of the bed, not to be outdone, meowing in a low voice like a cat, with a flattering, but not mistaken, smile, wantonly showing his existence, "I was wrong , be sure to pay attention next time."

And the next time, Naoya couldn't help but rolled his eyes in his heart, the troubles and entanglements in his heart faded a little because of this little accident.

He just turned his back to Gojo Satoru's direction, and still didn't look back.

"Naoya, I'm serious." Suddenly, Naoya felt a rush of heat on his back and gently leaned against his spine. The slight vibration brought about by the induction of the spine quickly spread to his whole body, causing a slight tingling sensation, "Promise me, okay?"

After holding back for a while, Naoya couldn't hold back anymore and turned his head to look, only to see Gojo Satoru's hairy head was buried on his back sullenly, looking like a pitiful little boy.

"Wu, I..." Even though he knew that the other party was probably pretending, seeing this situation, Naoya softened his heart, turned around slowly, rubbed five strands of Wu Wu's hair, and She pursed her lips and said in a low voice, "I may not be as good as you imagined, and I have also kept some things from you."

He has his own secrets, about rebirth, about past lives, about the past, he may bury them deeply in his heart, and he will never tell others in his life.

"If we really come together, one day... you may feel very disappointed." Naoya lowered his eyes, rubbing the five strands of Wuwu's hair, and slowly falling down.

However, before Naoya's fingertips completely left Gojo Satoru's hair, Gojo Satoru suddenly grabbed Naoya's hand at this moment, raised his head, and pressed it to his face with his eyebrows bent.

"Naozai, I found that you really don't have confidence in me." Wujo Wu raised his eyebrows, pretending to be a little annoyed, and whispered, "This is not possible, you have never tried it with me, why are you Know that I will be disappointed in the future?"

"Maybe it's because you're not interested in me anymore?" Wujo Wutiao smiled, said, then turned his face, bent the corner of his lips and kissed Naoya's slightly cold palm with thin calluses, " But, I promise I won’t let any of these things happen.”

Naoya's eyes widened slightly, he just felt that his palms were scalded firmly, and subconsciously wanted to retract, but he was handcuffed to death by Gojo Satoru, unable to move.

"Naozai," Gojo Satoru looked into Naoya's eyes, the blue eyes were stained with a soft smile, the brilliance bursting out from them was even stronger than the moonlight behind him, through Naoya's palm, he conveyed his heart softly ,"I like you."

"I..." Feeling the confession that came to his ears very clearly again, Naoya's lips parted, as if a powerful medicine had been administered to the bottom of his heart, and he could no longer restrain the sprouting and growing The strong feelings and the scorching heat on his face made it difficult for him to say any excuses or escape words, "I also..."

In the end, under the baptism of the soft moonlight and Gojo Satoru's eyes, Naoya lowered his eyes and said in a hoarse voice, as thin as a mosquito, "I like you..."

Outside the window, the moonlight is beautiful tonight.