Chapter 122 The corner of the courtyard
The autumn sunshine has lost its scorching temperature and passes through the gaps between the layers of tree shades. When it falls on people's skin, there will always be waves of warmth.
Cats like to take a nap under the shade of trees on sunny days. Their eyes narrow into two slits, and they curl up into a ball and lie in the shadow.
Yellow leaves fell all over the floor outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the rustling wind mixed with the singing of wind chimes.
In the silent mountains, birds fluttered their wings and flew into the gorgeous sky.
Open your eyes, the dazzling red wave is dazzling.
His vision was hazy, and his retinas were filled with brilliant red.
The sky seemed to be on fire. The crimson sunset hung precariously on the mountains. The golden-red glow filled the entire college, as if it was splashed with red paint.
The remaining daylight hung dangling on the rolling mountains. When her consciousness returned, she raised her head and the black coat slipped from her shoulders.
Probably asleep on the floor under the eaves.
The sun is too warm and comfortable.
She didn't even know when she fell asleep.
The feeling under my head is not a hard floor, but much softer than the floor.
She raised her head drowsily, and her white chin came into view, and then her lips were as soft as strawberry jelly.
"Are you back?" Yayoi said sleepily.
The other party didn't speak, just pursed his lips and smiled.
Yayoi lay on Satoru Gojo's lap and looked at him with a pursed lip smile.
He was in a good mood.
She remembered that when the sixteen-year-old Satoru Gojo smiled, the sharp lip lines stretched out at the corners of his lips, and the corners of his lips always had an arrogant edge. When the twenty-eight-year-old Satoru Gojo smiled, the edge disappeared at the corners of his lips. In the upward curve.
She stretched out her hand and put her finger on Satoru Gojo's lips. With a little pressure, the soft lips sunk down a little.
It's soft and really looks like strawberry jelly.
Satoru Gojo grabbed her hand, rubbed it against his cheek a few times, put it on his mouth and kissed her, his cat-like blue eyes curled up, and then he said meaningfully, "You want to treat your lovely husband do what?"
"I just think your lips look like strawberry jelly." Yayoi answered honestly.
The golden-red sunset filled her clear eyes, like a lake filled with sunset glow.
The hot breath slowly approached the ears, and the hot temperature climbed onto the cheeks.
"Have you ever eaten strawberry jelly?"
He whispered into her ear.
Satoru Gojo picked her up and put her on his lap, holding her waist with one hand and picking up the hanging red silk with the other hand. The gorgeous red poured down from the white fingers, all the way up the palm of his hand, Lingering on the soft cheek, gently rubbing with fingertips and palms.
The hands climbed up to his shoulders, like a drowning man holding onto driftwood. His fingers suddenly began to tighten, gripping the fabric on his shoulders until it was wrinkled.
Satoru Gojo came to her lips and began to suck slowly, his teeth gently grinding back and forth on the soft lips, and the warm tongue tip slid into the mouth, entangled with each other hotly.
His body couldn't help but tremble, his breathing was disordered, his chest was rising and falling, his hands on the other person's shoulders became harder and harder, and tears overflowed from his eyes.
This kiss was very gentle, very gentle and in line with Satoru Gojo's style. The white cat always eats slowly and slowly. After tasting the taste briefly, he makes sure it suits his taste and then goes deeper.
His consciousness was dragged to the bottomless place by him, deep into the boundless seabed, and seemed to be trapped in soft clouds.
Indistinguishable reality and illusion, hot breaths entangled together, warm ripples in the mouth.
The beautiful sunset rises and falls, and the evening wind lingers.
"breathe."
After a long time, she heard a familiar voice.
The parted lips pulled out bright silver threads, and after the soft lips were filled with blood, they were as beautiful as poppies.
"Yayoi, breathe." He kissed his wife on the hot cheek.
His chest heaved violently, Yayoi gasped for air, his amber eyes seemed to be soaked in water, and his eyes were soft, like melted syrup.
He kissed her hair and her forehead.
"Don't forget to breathe." He closed his eyes and laughed hoarsely, with a lingering tone.
"Well……"
His language organization ability temporarily collapsed, and he couldn't even speak a complete word. Yayoi was like a fish that landed on the beach, leaning softly in Satoru Gojo's arms, his forehead against his shoulder, and the other person's hand supported him. He held her waist and held her in his arms like a child.
Based on the current situation, she is temporarily unable to answer Satoru Gojo's questions.
Yayoi bit her lip and raised her head, just in time to see the curve of Satoru Gojo's lips. The lips were quite red from the kiss just now, like the beautiful cherry blossoms in spring.
He really enjoys doing this kind of thing.
In the few days since her wedding, Satoru Gojo's interest has not been lacking at all. A small move is like an insignificant spark. A little carelessness can start a fire and take her with her. Burn together.
"Why do you always like to do this kind of thing?" Yayoi bit his lip.
"Huh?" Satoru Gojo held her waist, pulled her into his arms, and lowered his head to look at her.
Even with the blindfold on, Yayoi could see the innocent expression on that face.
"I thought you liked it very much." Satoru Gojo's tone was as innocent as his expression.
The haze-like dark blue fills the sky little by little, the evening wind rushes through the mountains, and the shadows fall from the branches and fall on the faces close at hand.
"You obviously like him very much." Satoru Gojo's tone was extremely innocent and a little aggrieved. Most of his face was sunk in the thick shadow of his forehead, so she couldn't see his expression.
Yayoi: "..."
The wheel of the car pierced her face and ran her over, even though they were driving the car together.
Yayoi moved her shoulders, but the hands around her waist tightened. Satoru Gojo hugged her and refused to let go, thinking in silence for a moment.
Yayoi opened his amber eyes wide and stared at the big cat, who had become more and more evil-minded since getting married.
"You have changed." Yayoi muttered.
You were obviously not like this before you got married.
Marriage is indeed the grave of love.
"What has changed?" Satoru Gojo lowered his head and rubbed his wife's forehead. The soft hair on his forehead swept against her chin, tickling her.
Yayoi wanted to say that you would never just run up and kiss her before, but in retrospect, the twenty-eight-year-old Satoru Gojo always gave her the feeling that he was deliberately suppressing her since they reunited in Sendai.
Yayoi pursed her lips and grabbed the hem of his clothes. The wide collar was wrinkled by her grip, "Did you like me a long time ago?"
"What do you think?" Satoru Gojo kissed her forehead, "If you guess right, you'll get a prize."
Yayoi's ears turned red from his kiss, and the hot temperature climbed all the way to her cheeks.
"Can not guess."
Earlier, probably dating back to junior high school, Yayoi, who was still in junior high school, was a little red-haired boy with an empty head. How could the little red-haired boy know what the white cat was thinking? Cats' thoughts are never easy to guess, and they also like to hide their thoughts behind a bad face.
"I've always liked you."
The breath approached her ears, and the hot breath fell on the ear bones and the skin of the back of her neck.
Yayoi blinked.
When he was in high school, Satoru Gojo would never say that he liked her. In other words, DKSatoru Gojo was always in a hurry when faced with his crush. He had a tough mouth, a bad temper, and was disliked by others. He would get into fights with Xiao Hongmao, a junior high school student. , will stroke her hair, but never pull her hair out.
"That's not what a cat that climbs my fence would say." Yayoi blinked and said seriously.
"Because the cat can now go through the front door openly." The hands around Yayoi's waist tightened, and Satoru Gojo purred and rubbed Yayoi's cheek.
"Yayoi, can you not go~" The big white cat nuzzled and made a voice full of grievances, "Ah, why is there such a thing as a job in this world?"
"Nana Ming is right, labor is bullshit..." The white cat kept grumbling and complaining. While complaining, he cried and said that he didn't want to be separated from his lovely wife, and he was terribly wronged.
The furry head dug into the crook of Yayoi's neck, ruffling the hair at the temples, breathing heavily into her neck, and the collar was messed up by him.
"I'm just on a business trip. I'll be back in two days." Yayoi comforted her cat.
The more he comforted the cat, the more aggrieved it seemed. The big white cat hugged his wife, muttered something in a low voice, and then continued to rub her.
Yayoi can guarantee that what he muttered in her ear was - Zaozhi will kill those rotten oranges one day.
Yayoi held his cheek and kissed him on the lips like a dragonfly touching water.
The white cat's mood became visibly happy, and the background board was filled with happy little flowers.
Yayoi pulled off his blindfold again, his pale blue eyes sunk in the silhouette of the setting sun, emitting a faint blue light, like the eyes of a cat that glows at night, and the half-downed eyelashes seemed to be covered with frost and snow. ebony branches.
She couldn't hold back and kissed those beautiful eyes. Gojo the cat was even more satisfied. There seemed to be a big fluffy tail on its back, and it swung around happily.
"I don't want to be separated from you." Satoru Gojo puffed up his cheeks, and his hair as soft as dove feathers brushed Yayoi's neck every now and then. He hugged the person and spoke like a angry child, "I don't want to be separated before getting married. , even less after getting married.”
The rustling sound of wind came in through the gap between the windows, and the white curtains undulated slightly in the cool autumn breeze.
Yayoi couldn't help but pursed her lips and smiled. She held his cheek and gently rubbed the end of his eyes with her fingertips.
"You must be the cutest cat in the world." She blinked, and her smile was like syrup melting under her eyes, rippling like warm waves.
Satoru Gojo, who was judged by Yayoi to be the cutest cat in the world, purred and hugged him under the eaves for a long time before letting go.
The chirping of crickets rose and fell, and the mercury-like moonlight streamed into the house along the window sill.
"Obviously you don't have to go~" After taking a shower, Satoru Gojo, who put on a white top, muttered and hugged his wife and sat on the soft bed, because he had to be separated from his wife temporarily, even if it was only for two days. At that time, the white cat was also quite reluctant.
"I'm the strongest." Satoru Gojo said, "Just leave it to me."
Everything can be left to him.
Satoru Gojo's eyes fell on his wrist, and a white hand rested on his wrist.
Yayoi's hand grabbed Satoru Gojo's wrist, his amber eyes as calm as a windless lake.
"You are the strongest, I know." The hand holding Satoru Gojo's wrist fell on his fingers. Satoru Gojo's palm was much larger than Yayoi's, and Yayoi could only hold his fingers.
The slender white fingertips scratched Yayoi's palm, which made Yayoi's palm itch. The bright light fell into the blue pupils, and the cat-like blue eyes curved up playfully.
Yayoi held on tighter, signaling him not to cause trouble.
"I want to be with you." Yayoi said firmly, "I'm not as strong as you."
Yayoi thought for a moment and added, "I'm not as smart as you."
When he was in junior high school, Satoru Gojo tutored Yayoi in mathematics. How should I put it, Yayoi's IQ was indeed not online in this regard.
Satoru Gojo couldn't hold it back and burst out laughing.
"Don't laugh!" As soon as he smiled, Yayoi couldn't continue talking, and the hot temperature climbed up her cheeks. She rushed forward, stretched out her hand to cover Satoru Gojo's mouth that kept laughing, and the two of them fell down together. On the bed.
The back of Satoru Gojo's head hit the bed directly. The bed was covered with soft cushions. It didn't hurt if he fell on it, but he had a little extra weight on his body.
"If you laugh again, I won't talk to you!" Yayoi straddled Satoru Gojo's waist, covering his mouth with red cheeks.
"Hmm." Satoru Gojo, who was pinned down by Yayoi, stopped laughing. He nodded with a serious expression, indicating that he would not laugh. He was serious.
The sky-like blue eyes are curved, like a cunning cat. From this angle, you can just see your wife's red cheeks and the smooth curve of her delicate, white mandible.
Satoru Gojo twisted his waist, supported his wife's waist with both hands, and adjusted himself into a comfortable position.
Confirming that the cat would not cause trouble again, Yayoi slightly loosened his hand covering Satoru Gojo's mouth, but was grabbed back by Satoru Gojo.
He brought his wife's hand to his lips and kissed her fingertips.
The fingers in her hand trembled, and she let him hold her. Her red hair seemed to have grown longer, and the ends of her hair fell directly onto the quilt.
Amber eyes looked at him quietly, "It would be very lonely if I left everything to you."
Be it gods or devils, they are still isolated from the crowd in disguise.
Satoru Gojo is a person who can be coquettish, sleepy, and likes to eat sweets.
Loneliness is not like death. It can take away life simply and neatly. After death, it will no longer be uncomfortable. Yayoi has experienced loneliness for decades. It is like a dull knife, not fatal, and it will be sharpened in the heart until death. , every time, recalling it, it all hurts.
"I don't want you to be too lonely." Yayoi said softly with her red eyelashes halfway down, "Obviously we are already husband and wife."
"It's going to be hard," Yayoi said.
"I know." Satoru Gojo said happily.
There were many slender nerves gathered on the fingertips. The warm lips were pressed against her fingers. The soft tip of her tongue flicked through the nails. The hot temperature burned all the way up the nerves.
No matter what, you will be with me.
Satoru Gojo smiled with crooked eyebrows, "I know everything."
Yayoi has used spells in front of both curse spirits and curse masters. Now that it is confirmed that there is a rotten orange in the top management who is colluding with the curse master, it will be a matter of time before Yayoi's spells are noticed.
The spell was exposed at the exchange meeting and two curse masters were repelled. What's more, one of them was the notorious super curse master "Suguru Geto". Although the real Suguru Geto has turned into a little fox and is currently in the Miracle Jiejie was struggling hard, but his body was being used by an impostor. Without knowing the extent of the opponent's spell, the senior management immediately made a judgment after receiving the news that "Suguru Geto" was still alive. received the death penalty.
At the same time, his attention also shifted to Yayoi, the magician who could compete with Suguru Geto. Although the other party kept saying that he was just an ordinary assistant, his boss was still Satoru Gojo.
After the exchange meeting, the senior management immediately sent someone to contact Yayoi to try to find out her details.
Since Yuta Okkotsu, the forces belonging to Satoru Gojo have become more and more powerful. Satoru Gojo has never been obedient. If there is another woman with the level of a super magician, their status in the magic world that is based on strength is in jeopardy.
Unfortunately, Satoru Gojo acted faster. He directly took the person to the city hall to register the marriage.
This mission is probably also a test of Rotten Orange.
Satoru Gojo smacked his lips, extremely unhappy, "She is already my wife, why are you testing her?"
His wife, of course, is his.
"I will come back as soon as possible." Yayoi blinked, "I will also bring you a souvenir."
The white cat held his wife's waist, twisted her waist, and pushed Yayoi down onto the soft bed.
"What are you doing?" Yayoi blinked in confusion, unable to realize what he was going to do.
"Seal." Satoru Gojo kissed her lips.
Yayoi was stunned.
The silver gauze-like moonlight was cut by the curtains, and the chirping of night insects continued.
The warmth of the palm is against the skin of the back, sliding along the soft back and across the spine section by section, and the body temperature belonging to another person is tightly attached to the body.
Yayoi paused and opened her mouth to refuse. Bai Maomao showed a pitiful expression as if she was hurt. She hesitated for a moment, then stretched out her hands and hugged his neck.
"I'm going on a business trip tomorrow, don't go too far." I still chose to indulge.
…
Marriage is the end of love.
Getting married is scary.
Marriage makes cats crazy.
Satoru Gojo dragged her around for most of the night before he could stop.
When I woke up in the morning, my body was covered in messes, and the marks on my neck were heavy, like faded red plums on rice paper. Although the marks had faded a lot, they were so numerous that Yayoi's scalp felt numb.
She had to pull up her collar and cover her neck tightly.
The style of her uniform is very similar to that of Satoru Gojo. They both have thick collars. When pulled up, the neck is completely covered.
Satoru Gojo, who was brushing his teeth next to him, spit out the foam in his mouth, gargled his mouth, wiped his face with a towel, hooked his fingers on her collar and pulled it down, lowered his head and opened his mouth in one go, leaving another tooth mark.
"...Gojo!" Yayoi was so angry with him that she suppressed the dangerous trembling in her voice. However, her hair and face were red now, and she had no deterrent effect at all.
Satoru Gojo licked his lips, which made Yayoi's cheeks feel hot. After a moment, she saw Satoru Gojo lowering his head.
The big cat tugged at her sleeves aggrievedly and lowered his head, like a pitiful cat, "Yayoi~"
I was wrong, I will dare again next time.
Yayoi: "..."
Hold it, hold it, I can't tolerate this cat anymore.
"Wife~" Bai Maomao raised his head, and his misty blue eyes came into view.
"Next time... you can't go so far." It was as if a basin of cold water poured down on his head, extinguishing the anger that was rising above his head.
"good."
There seemed to be a big tail swung behind her, and Satoru Gojo's face was filled with a sweet and gentle smile, and he rushed up to nuzzle her.
Yayoi inexplicably felt that the fire she put out before it started had no effect. Instead, it gave Satoru Gojo the confidence to make further progress in the future.
When the assistant supervisor's car drove to the entrance to the high school, Satoru Gojo was sticky for a long time, and reluctantly put Yayoi in the car. Behind him were four students with expressions that were difficult to explain, and their hair was as spiky as a sea urchin. Megumi Fushiguro's already stinky face became even stinker. It looked like he might call out the jade dog to bite anyone at any time. Nobara Kugisaki looked like he might take out a hammer and hit the unreliable teacher on the head at any time. Yoshino Junpei felt that he I was very full this morning, but I obviously only ate half full from breakfast.
The wind is quiet in the autumn morning, and the green plants beside the driveway are peeling off slightly curled yellow leaves.
The sky is as blue as water, and the asphalt road stretches all the way into the distance.
Yuji Itadori looked at the car where the assistant supervisor was gradually driving away, and then looked back at the teacher who had an extremely dangerous aura around him because he and his wife were temporarily separated. He was speechless and choked with words.
A man nearly two meters tall stood under the washed blue sky, with his hands in his pockets. The clouds and mist above his head came and went, casting and then removing shadows on the ground.
"I'm so kind."
Yuji Itadori heard his teacher say this.
At this moment, he didn't even kill and beat up those rotten oranges that were getting in the way of him and his wife having sex. He was so kind.
Yuji Itadori: "..."
Marriage makes people crazy.
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The author has something to say:
Suddenly I want to write about Gaozhan Wu VS Erba Wu.
Erbawu: I have a wife, do you? you have not! (Laughing wildly with arms akimbo jpg.)
Gao Zhuanwu: I am￥%*#……@*! ! ! ! You beast! You actually attacked Little Red Hair! ! ! (Very red face jpg.)
High School Jie Ge & High School Shoko: Oh, is it the police station? There are two beasts here.
Sure enough, you can't drive too fast on the Xiaolujiang River. I've already written it so vaguely, but I still get locked (face covering jpg.)
Just make do with it QAQ
It was really a chapter that hurt me.
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