Chapter 120 Cool as a wash
The golden autumn mood filled the courtyard, the golden sunshine flowed into the room, and mist-like dust floated in the air.
I vaguely heard the sound of sparrows.
The light golden color smeared on the white curtains, and there were a few fuzzy black dots lying on the windowsill.
As her consciousness slowly returned and her vision gradually became clearer, she realized that they were several fat sparrows.
She suddenly remembered a cat, a white cat that was woken up by the chirping sparrows in the morning. Its furry paws were pressed against the smooth glass window, and its hands and feet were as nimble as a human being's when he pushed open the window and faced the wake-up call. His sleeping sparrows were a series of angry meows.
The window of her room faced the old cherry blossom tree in the courtyard. The old tree bloomed year after year and fell again and again. The golden dead leaves rolled down and were blown by the drifting wind. Fallen leaves swayed onto the tatami.
There was no strength in his body, and all the bones in his body seemed to be weak.
She was lying on her side, with half of her face pressed against the soft fabric. Her red hair was scattered among the white quilts. Her vision was dull for a while, and she blinked. The withered leaves glowed with gold in the shallow golden sun. Same color.
Golden fallen leaves lay quietly on the tatami. The old cherry trees outside the window swayed their branches, and the fallen leaves covered most of the courtyard.
The old tree rooted in this old house is like an old man reunited after a long absence, and the fallen leaves carry an aura of nostalgia.
"looking at what?"
The dense breath fell into the naked neck, warm and numb.
Yayoi's body couldn't help but tremble.
The rustling sound of the fabric being rubbed could be heard in the air. The arms around her waist tightened, naturally hugging her even tighter, and body heat spread from her skin without any gaps.
Satoru Gojo opened his eyes, and a shallow golden glow fell into his six clear eyes. His pupils were clear and there was no trace of fatigue at all.
Yayoi moved his waist, a sore feeling lingered in his waist, and even his fingers were still loose and weak.
His warm hands touched her waist and rubbed slowly, alleviating the pain in her waist.
"When I was in a daze, I thought about the past." Yayoi said calmly, but when he spoke, he found that his voice was hoarse.
Satoru Gojo lowered his head and buried it in the back of her neck. His soft white hair was a mess as he slept. When he brushed it against her skin, there was a tickling sensation. He made a few soft hums while rubbing it. Humming, like a coquettish feline.
He hugged her from behind, her back pressed against his chest, and the sound of her heart beating could be heard from her back.
"whats the matter?"
He lowered his head and reached out to push away the red hair scattered around his neck, revealing the white and soft back of his neck. The traces left on his neck were already very faint. The traces left last night were only so shallow that they could only be seen in the morning. Silhouette imprint.
Like a cat preparing to hunt, Satoru Gojo narrowed his eyes.
The overly excellent body repair ability is not very satisfactory in this regard. If it is an ordinary person's body, it should be more obvious.
Satoru Gojo lowered his head and pressed his lips to the soft skin of his neck, just like a big cat biting the throat of its prey. He slowly opened his mouth and gently rubbed his teeth on the skin.
A strange feeling spread densely from the most sensitive neck and along the skin. His fingers subconsciously closed, the white quilt was wrinkled by scratches, and his body couldn't help but tremble.
"Don't bite." Yayoi couldn't help but shrink his neck and suppress the trembling in his body.
"But you haven't told me what happened yet~" The person with a hoarse voice spoke softly on Yayoi's neck.
His warm lips were pressed against the back of her neck, and he picked up a small piece of skin with his teeth and sucked it slowly. A numbing feeling flowed down his spine and throughout his limbs, as if it was like the tide washing on the beach. The subtle movements of the person on the back of her neck washed over her body over and over again.
His lips instinctively pursed tightly to prevent strange sounds from leaking out of the gap between his lips.
The fingers holding the cloth trembled slightly, and they instinctively worked harder. After finally waiting for the person behind him to finish nibbling to satisfaction, his fingers loosened, and the cloth he just held in his hand was pitifully wrinkled.
Bright traces remain on the back of the neck, like white silk with fallen red plum blossoms.
The old branches shook off a large golden rain, and a cool breeze blew from the half-open window.
"Gojo."
Yayoi was lying on the quilt, a cry-like voice leaked from the gap between her lips, her soft waist was tightly wrapped in her arms with two hands, her back was pressed against her warm chest, and all the strength in her body had just been drained away, My fingertips were all numb, so I could only lie on the bed like a salted fish and let Satoru Gojo mess with me.
Satoru Gojo held her waist and turned her over.
The other person's body temperature that came from the skin-to-skin contact between the quilts seemed to be too hot. She couldn't help but shrink her toes, but her toes brushed against the other person's calf.
Yayoi retracted her feet reflexively, but her knees brushed against his thighs.
Yayoi: "..."
This is where it is inconvenient for two people to sleep on the same bed.
Satoru Gojo propped up his arms and held his chin, lying half on the bed, looking down at his flustered wife, his blue eyes half-covered by the darkness under his eyelashes.
"I remember I had work today." Yayoi raised his head carefully and spoke weakly.
She made it up.
But what day did Satoru Gojo not work?
She wanted to get up. Satoru Gojo's interest in certain things was particularly high. The white cat with high energy had tormented her all night. Morning was a time when cats were easily impulsive. It was very difficult to continue to stay in the same bed with him. Dangerous things, in their current situation, it is inevitable that the gun will go off.
Satoru Gojo was like a lazy white cat, with a strong nasal voice, and after a slight 'um', there was no more words, as if he was waiting for Yayoi's next words.
"Absenteeism...is not good." Yayoi muttered dryly.
The big white cat said "Hmm" again and simply lay down now. One hand was bent up and pillowed under the furry head, while the other hand held Yayoi's waist and lifted him up. Yayoi lay on his chest.
After autumn, the temperature begins to drop. Yayoi is like a warm baby with its own temperature. When sleeping in a quilt, the entire quilt is warm.
"The work is never finished." Satoru Gojo groaned twice, took out his arms from under his head, and wrapped both hands around Yayoi's waist, "It will be the same if I do it tomorrow."
Yayoi paused, and after a while, she accused Satoru Gojo with a straight face, "You are being passive and sabotaging your work."
"Yes." The impenitent big cat nodded and rubbed his chin against the top of his wife's hair.
Completely ignorant of repentance.
It's one thing to like to skip work. He finally realized the feeling of a king who doesn't go to court early. With such a lovely wife, it doesn't matter whether he goes to court early or not. As for work, it's just postponed. Ijichi is here anyway.
He closed his eyes and rested his chin on the top of Yayoi's hair. The fragrance of hair overflowed, and the sweet smell of orange filled his nose.
like.
Really like.
The white cat was so happy that he probably didn't want to get up for a while. Yayoi broke the pot and let him continue to rub her.
"Want to sleep a little longer?"
The soreness in his waist had eased a lot. Yayoi moved his shoulders and lay on his chest sideways, listening to the beating of an organ in his chest through his chest.
Yayoi suddenly thought of his extremely poor sleep quality and extremely short sleep time. Needless to say, neither of them slept much last night.
"You stay with me." Satoru Gojo kissed the top of his wife's hair, taking advantage of the situation.
"Okay." Yayoi raised her head and lay on top of him. The white quilt slipped off, revealing her round and white shoulders. Her red hair fell along her slender neck and scattered on her neck and shoulders.
Satoru Gojo was strangely silent for a moment. After a while, the white cat said with a super serious expression, "I'll go to bed later."
Yayoi tilted his head in confusion. When his red hair fell, it brushed against the skin on his chest, tickling him as if he were being swept by a feather.
"Let's do something else first." Satoru Gojo continued without changing his expression.
Yayoi paused, and the red-haired people's always accurate intuition told her that getting up right now was the most correct thing to do.
She moved her waist and tried to get up, but Satoru Gojo held her tight and refused to let go.
Yayoi: "..."
To suffer.
“Very comfortable.”
Satoru Gojo kissed her lips tenderly.
The voice of wanting to refuse was drowned in the warm tide.
…
The concept of time is blurred at this time, the gloomy twilight fills the sky, and the rustling wind rolls up the fallen leaves in the courtyard.
When I got up, it was already evening.
Certain things are extremely energy-consuming to do, and Satoru Gojo's energy and interest in these things are extremely strong. He seems to like to toss her like this, and he only lets her go from morning to noon.
Back and forth, like the turbulent sea, her consciousness is like a small boat floating in the vast ocean, trembling in the ups and downs of the waves, the sweat from her skin soaking the quilt, her hands passing through Satoru Gojo was under his armpit and clinging to his shoulder, as if he would be thrown into the bottomless water as soon as he let go.
When his consciousness was teetering between the waves, Yayoi couldn't bear it anymore and bit Satoru Gojo's shoulder. When he got up to change clothes, the teeth marks on his shoulder were unusually eye-catching.
Golden-red glow overflowed from the gaps between the floating fire clouds, and the dazzling sunset poured into the room.
When she woke up, there was no sticky feeling on her body. She was wearing a dry white bathrobe, but it didn't fit her well and was much larger than the clothes that fit her.
The clothes she was wearing probably belonged to Satoru Gojo.
The muscles in his waist and abdomen felt sore and weak. As soon as Yayoi got up from the quilt on the tatami, he wanted to lie back down again.
Satoru Gojo took her into his arms, placed his palms on her waist, and started massaging her.
"Why do you like doing this kind of thing so much?" Yayoi lay in his arms like a boneless person.
"Because I like you." Satoru Gojo held her waist and pushed her upwards, "I like you very much."
The body is lazy, the bones are soft, and the cheeks are hot. The bright sunset falls on the white cheeks, which are flushed.
"Yayoi." He called her name softly.
Yayoi leaned against his chest, listening to the beating sound of Satoru Gojo's heart in his chest, breathing shallowly, and his chest fell with his breathing.
"Love is the most twisted curse." Satoru Gojo held her waist.
The conjurer is doomed to live with curses all his life. He was born with these eyes of causality. For a person like him, any form of love will be a twisted curse.
The stronger the person, the more obvious the effect of the curse. Just like Satoru Gojo's student Yuta Okkotsu, even though he was still a young child at that time, he could still wrap the other person's soul in layers of curses by cursing Rika. Here, in the form of a curse, he forcibly stays in the world of the living.
More than ten years ago, Satoru Gojo let her go.
Suguru Geto's defection is the dividing line in his life, the dividing line between boyhood and youth.
After things he once believed in were overturned, he realized that there were some people he couldn't keep even if he wanted to, even if he was the strongest.
They moved around in a hurry.
He did not pay attention to it deliberately, nor did he pursue it. Shoko Ieiri joked that he had always been obsessed with Little Red Hair. When he was young, he did not admit it. As an adult, the feelings and longings of his youth quietly settled and fermented in his heart, without even realizing it. The situation is getting worse and worse, and as time goes by, it becomes more intense.
A woman living in a society of ordinary people is very likely to marry a man and have children, and spend her life quietly and happily.
That's fine.
But he wanted to blow the heads of men other than himself.
On the day when Hyakki Yakou ended, Suguru Geto directly exposed his thoughts completely.
——If you don’t go, others will.
The longing that had quietly settled in my heart for a long time finally broke through.
I don't want to see her with other men in a place and time without him, and I don't want to see her smiling at other men.
As for getting married and having children, haha.
"I cursed you." He lowered his head, his white hair stained by the fiery and bloody sunset, and his pale blue eyes half-hidden in the shadow cast by the sunset.
The mountains facing the setting sun outside the window were dyed thickly black, and the horizon seemed to be burning with flames, dazzlingly bright.
"Maybe one day in the future, I will curse you like Yuta cursed Rika." Satoru Gojo said.
The frost-like eyelashes were drooped, and the pale blue pupils were faintly glowing.
"Are you scared?" He suddenly smiled, like a child who had succeeded in a prank.
Yayoi blinked, stretched out his hands, wrapped his arms around Satoru Gojo's neck, sat up straight in his arms, raised his head, and pressed against the side of his neck.
In the fragile part, the arteries under the skin beat slightly, and blood flowed through the body along the blood vessels.
"I'm not afraid." Yayoi whispered, "I'm not afraid of being cursed by you."
Everyone on the left and right is already a cursed person.
She was genuinely happy at such a curse.
and--
"Aren't you going to let me go?" Zhiji remembered what Satoru Gojo had said to her before entering the junior high school.
Bai Maomao nodded happily and rubbed his cheek against hers in a good mood, "So it's too late for you to be afraid."
He won't let people go no matter what.
Yayoi understood, this cat gave the red hair no room to refuse him, even though she had no intention of rejecting him.
Rather, it was like finally seeing the shining North Star under the vast night sky.
She grabbed Satoru Gojo's shirt, and the cool wind penetrated into her skin along the wide collar. Satoru Gojo subconsciously hugged her tighter.
The man in his arms half-knocked his eyelashes, his amber eyes dim and unclear.
It turns out she wanted this, wanted this cat.
Even my thoughts, which were vague to me, finally became clear.
The full feeling of satiety is like being submerged in hot spring water on a snowy winter day.
"Since she is Satoru Gojo's wife, there will be a lot of trouble." Satoru Gojo's brisk voice came from above his head.
"Will you be beaten?" Yayoi raised his eyes and asked curiously.
Satoru Gojo paused, "Why do you think so?"
"Miss Shoko said your reward is still on the black market." Yayoi said, "It has always been at the top of the list."
Satoru Gojo, which has always topped the list of bounties, is becoming more valuable every year.
"Then you are the number one wife." Satoru Gojo kissed her eyebrows.
"If trouble comes, I'll just beat him back." She put her arms around Satoru Gojo's neck and pressed her cheek against the skin on the side of his neck, feeling the beating of the blood on it.
"Anyway..." Yayoi said softly, "We probably can't be separated now."
What she responded to was Satoru Gojo's contented hum, his furry white head buried in her neck and rubbing against her neck for a long time, refusing to give up.
She knew the cat was content.
"It's almost time to go back to high school." Yayoi pushed his head, "Mr. Ijichi is about to collapse."
"Then let him collapse for a while~" Maomao coquettishly jpg.
Yayoi looked at the cell phone that was thrown on the tatami, the screen turned on, and vibrated for its life. The note Ijichi on the screen was on.
After all, Yayoi couldn't resist her conscience and told her cat seriously, "Don't always embarrass Mr. Ijichi."
Her cat threw her directly into the soft quilt and rubbed her for a while before giving up.
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