Chapter 93 Yixiyun
Snowflakes falling into the world, rainwater flowing into the world, whether it is snowflakes or rainwater, will eventually merge into the sea, and then come to the world again.
The water vapor hidden in the clouds condenses into white snow. On the gray and cloudy sky, fine snowflakes fall to the world, falling to the ground, burying everything under pure white.
The blood gradually solidified in the low temperature, and the breath became weaker and weaker in the cold air, and finally, it returned to nothingness.
The overwhelming darkness surged in, and the world was submerged in silence. However, the light golden spring sun suddenly poured out, like the rising sun emerging from the horizon.
The cherry blossoms are in full bloom, with fluttering cherry blossoms arriving in droves, and the warm spring sunshine pouring down from the slender cherry branches.
On a rainy spring day, after the soil has been soaked, it exudes a moist smell.
The cherry blossoms in full bloom bent the slender branches heavily.
The spring cherry blossoms are blooming beautifully, and the chirping of birds fills the air.
There is a person standing among the spring cherry blossoms like clouds and fire, a woman with long red hair, her red hair pouring down like a waterfall, her back as straight as a green bamboo, standing in the gentle spring sun like flowing water.
When she raised her hand in a shrine maiden's uniform, her wide sleeves slid down. Her arms were as white as lotus joints. Her fingertips gently touched the soft cherry blossoms, and her fingertips gently rubbed them.
She was fascinated when the corners of the other person's lips suddenly curved, revealing a gentle, fox-like smile.
The other party slowly turned towards her, looking through the clouds of spring cherry blossoms, she saw the face with beautiful features, red hair hanging down her shoulders, she was smiling, lazy and cunning, Amber His colorful pupils were slightly raised at the end of his eyes, and he smiled casually and casually.
This face looks familiar.
she thought.
Crash--
Warm water washed over the smooth floor, and thick water vapor filled the small space.
After she came to her senses, she found that she had dozed off.
It was already late at night when I returned to the dormitory.
After coming back from Kawasaki City, she didn't have a proper rest at all. After coming out of the basement, she realized that she seemed a little tired.
The lights in the dormitory next door were not lit, and there was no one in Satoru Gojo's dormitory.
After Yayoi swam into the dormitory like a ghost, he swam into his own dormitory like a ghost and walked directly into the bathroom.
The warm water washed over the surface of her body. After several days of tense nerves relaxing, fatigue rushed to her brows like a tide. She really wanted to sleep until dawn.
Yayoi wiped away the water mist on the mirror. The smooth mirror reflected her reddish skin, her beautiful facial features were reflected in the mirror, and her hair, which had been wetted by hot water, stuck to her fair skin.
Red hair, amber pupils, red lips.
She suddenly knew where that face was.
It was a face that looked very much like hers.
Crash--
The fluffy head hanging on the wall sprayed warm water, and the smooth ground was covered with shallow water. The water droplets secreted from the hair tips fell, and the warm orange lights rippled in circles. .
Yayoi was stunned at the face reflected in the mirror. For a moment, she couldn't tell whether it was that person's face or her own face.
Snowflakes originate from water in the clouds, and water originates from the sea. The water vapor that leaves the sea, whether it turns into rain or snow, will eventually converge back into the sea from countless tributaries and rivers.
Just as everyone has his own origin and belonging, birth, death, and the souls of the dead people should return to the other world of death.
Then why is she still alive?
She should be dead.
Why come back to life?
Crash--
The warm water flowed down his forehead and pattered onto the floor.
The rich smell of blood and the smell of rain were intertwined, and the unrestrained laughter and the muffled sound of thunder sounded in unison.
——A monster in a woman's skin.
In the rain curtain, the unbridled ridicule of the Cursed King in human skin rang in his ears.
The water droplets on the ends of the hair kept secreting and falling. This hair was like a flame that burned everything, like the blood she had seen dripping down the stone steps.
A monster who cursed his parents to death, an alien who violates the laws of life.
I thought about something that happened a long time ago.
——So I am a monster? A monster called "Container".
Yayoi lowered her eyelashes, thinking this was the best explanation.
The water mist that filled the bathroom once again covered the smooth mirror surface, and the face reflected on it seemed to be covered with a veil, blurring everything in the mirror.
Yayoi turned off the water heater, took off the towel on the shelf and wiped her hair twice until the ends of her hair no longer secreted water droplets. Then she hung the towel up, took off the bath towel and wrapped it around herself. She walked out of the bathroom like A Piao. Swimmed out.
His eyelids seemed to be filled with lead, so heavy that they could close at any time. Yayoi forced his will and floated all the way to the bed with his bare feet, slamming onto the bed.
The soft bedding made the whole person seem to be sinking into the clouds. Yayoi moved his nose, and a sweet smell filled his nose.
The bedding was soft, warm, and smelled sweet.
She thought of the marshmallows at the Summer Festival. The candy vendors twisted the delicate and soft sugar strands into white clouds, which were sweet and beautiful. When she opened her mouth and bit it, it was like biting into a cloud, leaving a trace on the tip of her tongue. Sweet taste.
Yayoi moved his nose, moved himself, buried his face in the heat source, muttered a few vague words, and fell asleep deeply.
The guy who climbed onto the bed without authorization was left confused.
Satoru Gojo was confused when the dog broke into someone else's room. He also wanted to ask Yayoi how he managed to ignore such a big person like himself and threw himself on the bed unconsciously before falling asleep.
The sleeping Yayoi was like a kitten wrapped with its tail, curled up in Satoru Gojo's arms, and his warm breath fell on his collarbone, like soft feathers, sweeping over him.
Deadly.
Just fall asleep.
But... but...
Don't just wrap yourself in a bath towel and pounce on me!
Gojo, a cat who has been single for twenty-eight years, is in bad shape.
The white cat is shocked, little red hair, little red hair, what are you going to do to my poor cat, little red hair? !
"...Yayoi?" Satoru Gojo carefully poked Yayoi's face, his fingertips sinking directly into the soft skin.
The sleeping man groaned twice and slowly opened his eyes. His amber eyes met the bright eyes of the sky, and his wildly beating heart suddenly stopped at this moment.
The close breaths, the entangled heartbeats, the temperature rising silently, making people feel uncomfortable and hot, Satoru Gojo's Adam's apple rolled twice.
"...Gojo?"
The eyes were covered with a layer of mist, like a confused cat.
After confirming that it was the uninvited big cat, Yayoi fell asleep.
Gojo the whole cat is healed, "...hey, you should be careful!"
Although he has been single for twenty-eight years, he is a normal man!
"It's not like we haven't slept together before." Satoru Gojo heard Yayoi say vaguely. At the end, the other party even touched his hair, "I'm so tired, please let me take a nap, I'm sleepy..."
Gojo Maomao who was rua: "..."
That makes sense.
His eyes accidentally fell on the red lips, which were filled with soft and bright water.
Gojo Maomao, who has been single for twenty-eight years, finds that his eyes and himself seem to be two different creatures. He has clearly tried his best to restrain his desires, but his eyes are moving downwards without restraint by reason.
A graceful jaw, a fair and slender neck, beautiful collarbones, the light of the lamp is thinly reflected on the fair skin, and the pores are tiny and invisible.
His eyes finally rested on the slender collarbone, but Yayoi was sleeping soundly alone, with half of his face buried directly in the pillow.
Satoru Gojo realized that her hair was not dry. Her moist red hair was scattered among the white quilts, and her long eyelashes were covered with a thin mist of water.
So he went to the closet and found a large T-shirt, and took the hair dryer.
Satoru Gojo held Yayoi's waist, picked him up from the bed, and put him on his lap. While he was sleeping, the person who was dragged up by others pouted his mouth unhappily, opened his eyes, and looked at him unhappily. Satoru Gojo.
Satoru Gojo: "..."
Looks like an unhappy cat.
"Yayoi, you are in danger." Satoru Gojo covered her eyes to prevent her from looking at him.
He couldn't control what would happen if they kept looking at each other.
Yayoi yawned, disapprovingly, and asked nonchalantly, "Are you going to hit me?"
Satoru Gojo: "...That's not the case."
"Blow your hair first and sleep like this. You will have a headache tomorrow morning." Satoru Gojo suddenly thought that Yayoi seemed to have coaxed him in this way more than ten years ago.
The white-haired young man smiled. Is this a change of fortune?
"I won't get sick." Yayoi muttered, yawned, and wanted to fall asleep again.
However, Satoru Gojo held his waist with one hand and dragged the back of his head to his shoulders with the other hand.
"There's really nothing I can do about you." Satoru Gojo said, "I'll help you do it."
Satoru Gojo put a T-shirt from the closet on the person sitting on his lap, like putting clothes on a doll. The large T-shirt made the person become thinner and thinner, like a lazy cat. He rested his chin on his shoulder and snored.
Yayoi allowed Satoru Gojo to fiddle with his hair, holding on to the fight's eyelids to prevent them from closing.
"Why do you always say that you won't get sick?" Satoru Gojo asked casually. He noticed that Yayoi always said 'I won't get sick' or similar words.
But everyone gets sick, and the strongest one even gets tooth decay.
The orange-scented shampoo filled the nasal cavity, and her scent was all over the bedding.
The collar of the T-shirt is too loose and hangs halfway on Yayoi's shoulders, exposing most of his fair and round shoulders.
Satoru Gojo saw the black spell on the back of her neck. Thanks to the loose clothes, he finally saw a small part of the spell engraved on her body.
Satoru Gojo paused and continued blow-drying her hair as if nothing had happened.
"I just won't get sick." His eyelids were heavy and the whistling wind lingered in his ears. Yayoi put his chin on Satoru Gojo's shoulder and muttered, "I am a monster. Of course a monster is not Will get sick."
Satoru Gojo's hand holding the hair dryer paused, and he narrowed his eyelashes to cover the gloom in his eyes, "Who said that?"
The person lying on his shoulder looked like a cat that had done something wrong, with a muffled voice and droopy ears.
"Satoru said that." Yayoi unknowingly sold his brother. Yayoi tilted his head and leaned his face against Satoru Gojo's neck. "I think he is right. Many people say so. Pass."
The hair dryer was still whirring. Satoru Gojo turned off the switch and put it aside. He cupped Yayoi's cheeks with both hands and purred lightly on her face. Yayoi raised her eyelids with half-open eyes. , looked at Satoru Gojo doubtfully.
"Then we are evenly matched." Drowsily, Yayoi seemed to hear him say that, and then she was stuffed into the quilt. After the bedside lamp was turned off with a click, the other person climbed up the pole and slid into the bed. Inside, he held her waist, hummed twice, and slept on the same bed with her openly.
"You are not a monster, you are obviously a big cat." Yayoi muttered a few words and fell into sleep.
Satoru Gojo was stunned for a moment, hoarsely, and laughed softly.
Rokugan's vision was very clear even in the dark. The hair scattered between the sheets rubbed against the skin, making the person feel itchy. The breath falling on the skin was shallow and warm. Satoru Gojo's eyes stayed on the beautiful girl. on the clavicle.
Gojo Maomao ground his teeth. He really felt that the little red haired guy he had sex with tonight was no longer a human being.
Gojo Maomao, who was in a complicated mood, hugged her a little tighter. When her body temperature passed through the thin clothes, it was too clear. She lowered her head, and her soft hair brushed against Yayoi's cheek and her neck. Finally it settled on the neck.
Satoru Gojo opened his mouth and bit down on her collarbone with his teeth.
Yayoi, who was bitten in pain, pushed his head without pushing. After grunting twice, he wanted to turn over, but was pulled back by Satoru Gojo, and finally he fell asleep.
White curtains hung quietly on both sides of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the moonlight was neatly divided by the window frames and reflected on the wooden floor.
He suddenly realized that Yayoi had many secrets.
Bits and pieces of pictures flowed through his mind, the little red hair who was occasionally in a daze, the little red hair with a tiger face, the little red hair who was confused. Satoru Gojo realized that there were many things about Yayoi that he didn't know, such as Why did she learn how to control spells without a teacher? For example, why was someone carving spells on her back?
This feeling of knowing nothing is really unpleasant.
Satoru Gojo's face was buried in Yayoi's neck, and his fingertips gently rubbed the main artery in his neck. The soft touch of the skin came from his fingertips little by little.
This is her fatal weakness.
Having known her for so long, Satoru Gojo knew clearly that Yayoi's brain lacked a string, but her instinct was like being knocked into the blood by a wild beast. She didn't like to be in too much contact with people. Except for her mother and cat, there was no one. People can touch her life so intimately.
So, is he the special one?
Satoru Gojo half-closed his eyes, listening to the beating of his heart and even breathing, and slowly fell into sleep.
…
His vision went from blurry to clear. After the ceiling, which was originally only a blurry color block, became clear little by little, his consciousness also became clear.
The cicadas chirping outside the window kept rising and falling, and the undulating mountains were covered with a thin layer of mist, like a thin layer of gauze.
Yayoi wanted to get up, but found that his waist was pressed by something, and a warm feeling continued to spread along his waist.
She carefully opened the quilt and found that there was a big white cat in her bed.
Satoru Gojo was obviously sleeping soundly. His white hair was standing up restlessly. The hem of his clothes was lifted, and half of his waist was exposed. The tight muscles of her abdomen and smooth body curves were clearly visible. The other party was holding her waist. Let go.
Yayoi wanted to get up, but Satoru Gojo dragged her back to bed. He grunted twice, rubbed her waist twice, and muttered: "Sleep a little longer."
Yayoi was stunned for a moment, then decisively stretched out her An Lushan claws. While Maomao was sleeping, she pulled two handfuls of Maomao's hair, which was huddled in the bed and hugging her waist and refused to let go, making it soft and smooth.
The hands around her waist suddenly tightened, and Yayoi was caught off guard and met a pair of blue cat eyes. The big white cat narrowed its eyes slightly and said in a hoarse voice, "Yayoi, it's very dangerous early in the morning. ”
Hongmao's face was filled with questions. He looked at himself and saw that he was wearing a loose T-shirt that hung tightly on his shoulders. There was no other clothing under the T-shirt.
I felt a little dangerous inexplicably.
Yayoi curled up his toes and felt that Satoru Gojo looked like a delicious cat.
"You came into my room again." Yayoi lowered his eyes and looked at Maomao who didn't want to get up.
Gojo the cat purred twice and raised its chin lazily like a feline, decisively avoiding the problem.
Yayoi felt itchy and couldn't help but reach out and touch Satoru Gojo's chin.
When the soft fingertips touched his chin, Satoru Gojo's movements froze. He opened his eyes, his magnificent blue eyes filled with suppressed danger.
Satoru Gojo grabbed the hand that was restlessly stroking his chin, and his fingertips rubbed back and forth on her fingers.
Yayoi twitched his hand but did not twitch.
"I told you, this is dangerous." Satoru Gojo narrowed his eyes, as dangerous as a big cat preparing to prey.
Yayoi looked confused, and was caught off guard and grabbed his neck, and was dragged down to the bed by Satoru Gojo.
The hand holding her finger clasped her wrist directly, and the hand that suppressed her sank into the quilt.
Red hair spilled out between the white bedding. Yayoi's eyes widened under the heavy breathing. Hot breath sprayed into the crook of his neck. The moment his soft lips touched the sensitive skin, Yayoi felt that he All the pores on his body stood up.
"Gojo?" Yayoi's lips trembled a few times and she spoke tremblingly. She suddenly realized that the cat this morning was so scary.
Is this what happens if you pet Maomao without his consent? QAQ
So Yayoi was bitten by the cat. The cat picked out the most sensitive spot on the back of his neck, opened his mouth and bit it, leaving a clear circle of teeth marks on it. The pain made Yayoi gasp.
"Why did you bite me?" Yayoi burst into tears in pain and patted Satoru Gojo's head, asking him to quickly move his head away from his neck.
The big cat licked its lips with satisfaction after biting the person, and the eyebrows showed the satisfaction of having eaten and drank enough.
"You can bite me too~" Satoru Gojo's voice was hoarse and low, with a strong nasal tone.
Yayoi believed him and took advantage of every opportunity to slip out of his arms like a loach. This time she was more thoughtful and ran to the bathroom and locked the bathroom door tightly.
"Are you really not going to bite?" Satoru Gojo slammed the door outside the bathroom and asked with evil intentions, "I don't mind~"
"No bite!" Yayoi's answer was decisive.
Yayoi felt extremely hot, and the heat spread silently on her face. When she came to her senses, she looked at the mirror in the bathroom and found that the face reflected in the mirror was extremely red.
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