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

Looking at the streets with endless traffic and the passing passers-by in groups of threes and twos, Naoya, who has been in the office for more than a month, had a flash of trance in his eyes for a moment, and felt that everything in front of him seemed to be seen in the fog. Somewhere in my heart, there was an inexplicable sense of unreality.

Among them, Naoya has spent too long in the office for self-cultivation and self-cultivation, so it is inevitable that he is not used to the busy streets for a while, and there is also the reason that he still has a faint feeling about the fact that he was lucky enough to survive after being shot. A sense of emptiness as if stepping on a cloud-I always feel a little unsteady in my heart.

This feeling is not too obvious, but it does exist, like a layer of light tulle, vainly covering his body, isolating him from the outside world, Naoya did not tell this matter I really want them, firstly because I don't want everyone to worry about his affairs anymore, secondly... In the end, this is just a small problem of mental adjustment.

What's more, it's not just because of his state of mind that he is so restless right now.

After all, if you really want to count, this can even be said to be the first, uh...dating between the two after he responded to Gojo Satoru. When thinking of this, Naoya couldn't help rubbing his eyebrows, feeling a surge of emotion in his heart. I felt a burst of indescribable embarrassment when I uttered this adjective, and even my fair face was slightly flushed. Under the scorching sun in midsummer, it made people look as if they had been sunburned and flushed. His slightly 'fashionable' black and white hair color made his cheeks look more red and pink.

It's really hypocritical, Naoya closed his eyes, cursed himself in his heart, took a deep breath, tried to adapt himself to calm down as soon as possible, so as to dispel the tension that gradually pervaded in his heart.

"Naozai—!"

Suddenly, Gojo Satoru's all-too-familiar voice, with a hint of joy, rang in Naozai's ears, like an unreasonable summer breeze, forcibly blowing away the anxiety and tension in his heart, the rest, only the eyes This person standing in front of Naoya.

"What's the matter, you don't mind the heat when you stand foolishly in the sun early in the morning." Without waiting for Naoya to explain, Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows, pulled him under the shade of a tree by the side of the road, and pulled him from his arms. He took out a pack of tissues, and just as he held Naoya's wrist, he carefully wiped the fine sweat from his forehead and nose, while muttering, "You are so weak now, be careful that you will be caught in a short while." Got sunstroke."

"...What an early morning, it's almost ten o'clock now."

Naozai, who was speechless for a while by Gojo Wu's actions, originally wanted to reject the other party's "excessive" care and do it himself, but saw the seriousness in Gojo Wu's blue eyes, as well as a touch of fear and worry After that, he just pursed his lips, sighed softly in his heart, let Gojo Satoru wipe his face endlessly, looked away slightly and said, "Also, how can you say such an exaggeration, isn't it all I told you that I have almost recovered now, not as weak as you think."

"Well, just pretend I'm worried." After wiping off all the fine sweat on Naoya's face, Gojo Satoru withdrew his hand, and glanced at Naoya from head to toe, then frowned, Curling the corners of her lips, she chuckled and teased, "Who made you look as thin as a bamboo pole now, as if the wind could blow you down."

Although he used a teasing tone, Gojo Satoru didn't mean to be joking at all when he said this. When he saw Naoya standing in the golden sunlight from afar, his whole body seemed to be coated with a layer of gold, and he was still a little hazy. When you feel the beauty of your body, your first reaction is to jump in your heart—not because of excitement.

Especially when he saw the blushing on Naoya's face clearly, he sounded the alarm and hurried to Naoya's side without compromising, until he confirmed that Naoya was just caught by the hot weather. After sweating a little from the heat, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and talked about other things with Naoya to distract the other party's attention.

It’s no wonder Gojo Satoru is so careful with Naoya now, it’s really that Naoya who lay bloody in his arms and slowly closed his eyes back then had such a profound impact on him, until now, that scene It didn't mean to fade or fade at all, and it still appeared in front of his eyes very clearly, and even occasionally when he dreamed back in the middle of the night, he could clearly dream of the scene at that time.

Fortunately, since Gojo Wu comprehended the inversion technique, no matter how exhausted the brain is and how overloaded it is, it only takes a moment to heal itself completely.

Therefore, when he couldn't see Naoya, Gojo Satoru simply put all his energy on dealing with the high-level spells, and had things to do to consume a lot of brain cells, so that he wouldn't be always That nagging nightmare troubled the intrusion.

However, once facing Naoya, Gojo Satoru obviously couldn't control his brain and hands, and always wanted to pin him around his waist to protect him tightly.

The specific manifestation is: paying special attention to Naoya's every move, once Naoya shows any discomfort, he will immediately sound the highest alarm regardless of his heart, but his face is still well hidden, so he will not be exposed easily real heart.

"Why do I feel that you are not out to play, but to run on me."

He rolled his eyes at Gojo Satoru's words. Originally, it was because of the other party's initiative to hold hands, and then he thought of the completely different relationship between the two now, but Naoya, who was a little bit heart-beating, instantly found the way they used to get along. Resisting the guest, he held Wujo Wu's hand, pulled him forward, and said without turning his head, "Okay, don't dawdle, hurry up and accompany me to buy some clothes, and have dinner at noon later." In the future, I will have to cut my hair and dye it by the way."

"Dyeing your hair?" Wujo Wujo's eyes were filled with interest, looking at Naoya's back full of energy, and the hands tightly held by the two, he wiped away all the blood in his mind, and the remaining brightness in his heart was this one In the past month, except for the night when Naoya responded to him, the highest time made him raise his eyebrows, grinning and asked, "What color are you going to dye? I said, do you want to be dyed like me? The white color is alright, it seems to suit you well."

"I don't want it. It's enough to have you with a white hair. Why should I join in the fun?" Naoya squinted at Gojo Satoru behind him. With a bright and unscrupulous face, without the slightest concealment, he shook the overlapping hands of the two angrily, "I've already thought about the color I want to dye, and besides, I didn't dye my hair to make you think it was fun. "

"Okay," Gojo Satoru shrugged indifferently, and cooperated with Naoya's movements, like elementary school students, using the hands of the two of them as swings, swinging leisurely, "Anyway, no matter what color you want to dye, I will dye it. I won't despise you at all."

"You're saying that, as if I'm going to dye some messy and colorful neon color," Naoya said with a smile, "I just plan to dye an ordinary golden color, what do you think?"

Hearing this, Gojo Satoru was slightly taken aback, golden...

Aroused by Naoya's words, Gojo Satoru remembered that when he saw Naoya standing in the sun earlier, the round of faint gold rims on his body, dyed all the faded white hair into one piece The golden color, even with Naoya's original deep brown eyes, seemed to be much brighter at the same time, turning into a piece of warm orange, and the two matched each other, making Naoya seem... to come down here from a twilight Ordinary.

Gojo Satoru, who realized it later, couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva, and his Adam's apple trembled.

"Enlightenment?" Seeing that the person behind him didn't respond for a long time, Naoya glanced back a little strangely, and couldn't help asking amusedly, "What's the matter, I just asked you to give me a suggestion, did it take so long to think about it?"

"Ah? Well...it's pretty good, golden..." Gojo Gojo paused, stopped, and stood on the spot until Naoya who was grabbed When he stopped walking forward and looked back at him suspiciously, Gojo Satoru stared into Naoya's eyes, held Naoya's hand a little harder, and said seriously, "Naoya, I want to kiss/you. "

Such a straightforward straight ball!

Naoya: "..."

Naoya: "!!!"

I saw Naoya's face suddenly flushed with Gojo Satoru's voice, he stared wide-eyed at Gojo Satoru whose expression remained unchanged in front of him, took a deep breath, and hurriedly looked around. A passer-by cast their eyes on the two of them, but they didn't deliberately stay longer, but at this moment, his heart was beating like a drum, and he still felt like a light on his back, and even his scalp was so hot that it felt a little numb and itchy.

"...Come here!"

Naoya almost gritted his teeth and quickly pulled the person to a secluded alley, until he reached the deep place, then stopped again, panting heavily, turned his head and stared fiercely with big eyes , with innocent Wujo Satoru written all over his face.

Seeing that the instigator was still staring at him intently, indifferent to everything around him, and only insisted on waiting for a reply, leaving aside those inexplicable shyness and nervousness, Naoya couldn't help but feel a faint Heart tired.

The sense of emptiness and unreality is all shattered into one place at this moment, leaving Naoya with only one clear idea - he and Gojo Satoru have indeed started dating.

It's still the kind that secretly carries Zhen Wangjier and others behind their backs.

"Can you?" Seeing that Naoya only looked at him but didn't speak, Gojo Satoru blinked his eyes, and shook the tightly holding hands of the two as if coquettishly, there was still a hint of impatience in his eyes, He asked in a low voice, "Naozai?"

Of course not!Naoya really wanted to tell Gojo Satoru so loudly, but seeing the expression in the other person's eyes, all the words of rejection disappeared between his lips and teeth, and it was too late to utter a single word.

Probably because of being too nervous just now, now that Naoya came back to his senses, he felt that his throat was a little dry, which made him unable to hold back his throat for a while, but it didn't relieve the slightest bit, instead he became more and more thirsty.

For some reason, Naoya suddenly thought of Gojo Satoru's sudden touch on his forehead after he escaped from the dead and woke up, soft, with a slight trace of damp heat...

For a moment, Naoya only felt that his whole body became a little hot.

"... Whatever you want." The two looked at each other like this for an unknown period of time, until Naoya's cheeks became more red than fire, and he couldn't bear Gojo Satoru's fiery gaze, and after turning his gaze sideways, he whispered After muttering such a sentence, Gojo Satoru on the opposite side frowned again, raised the corners of his mouth, and grinned.

The hot and humid breath kept approaching tentatively, Naoya closed his eyes nervously, and the next second, he heard Gojo Satoru chuckle from his nasal cavity, which inexplicably aroused his desire to be aggressive and force himself to open his eyes. He opened his eyes, but he didn't want to crash straight into a piece of blue.

"Naoya..."

The almost breath-like whisper, with some unexplainable breath, resounded in Naoya's ears, vibrating the cochlea, and there was a faint tingling feeling, which instantly swept through Naoya's limbs and bones, and it went back and forth, and finally returned to In his mind, it turned into bubbles, gurgling non-stop.

As a result, when the warm touch gently reached Naoya's lips/petals, he couldn't react for a while, and he just froze in place.

The closed lips and teeth are slowly opened by the soft and powerful tip of the tongue, like a naive swimming snake, with a jerky feeling of a young man, driving straight in, intersecting/wrapping/circling/circling with the tip of Naoya's tongue without any skill at all, only For a deeper intimacy.

Until traces of clear saliva leaked from the corners of their lips uncontrollably, and Naoya, who had been subconsciously holding his breath since falling into Gojo Satoru's eyes, was about to reach his limit.

Prompted by the suffocation gradually rising in the chest, Naoya pushed Gojo Satoru's arms with both hands, trying to break free, and it was only at this time that Gojo Satoru, who felt the strength in his arms, reluctantly let go of the gap between his lips and teeth shackles.

Gojo Satoru hugged Naoya's waist, bringing him closer to himself, licked his lower lip, did not speak, and quietly enjoyed the unprecedented satisfaction in his heart at the moment, just like soaking in a hot spring, his whole body was warm, and leaning on the Naoya in his arms was buried in his shoulder, digesting the aftertaste just now, also silent.

For a moment, there was only the sound of Naoya's slightly rapid breathing in the alley, and the heartbeats of the two hugging each other tightly.