Chapter 130 Picking Mulberries
She opened her eyes drowsily.
The room was quiet, and the white curtains contained the hazy morning light. The golden light flowed in along the gaps in the curtains, shallow and thin, and spread on the tatami.
There is a sweet smell floating in the air.
The source of the breath is a cat.
Satoru Gojo sleeping is a rare painting.
Her silver-white hair was messy, half of her face was sunk into the pillow, her breathing was shallow and even, her long and thick eyelashes trembled gently with her breathing, her brows and eyes were rare and gentle, and her whole body seemed to be relaxed, like It's a big lazy cat.
At this time, the cat does not mind others touching him.
Yayoi couldn't hold back and poked the cat's soft cheek. The skin was good and the touch felt good. The place where it was poked sunk slightly.
Maybe it was itchy.
The cat's nose moved, and its thick eyelashes trembled slightly like butterfly wings. After humming twice, he reached out and grabbed the claws on his cheek, and rubbed it against his cheek. After a few moments, he snored and fell into sleep again.
The person seemed to have fallen asleep, but he had no intention of letting go.
She gently twitched her hand and found that the other party seemed determined to hold her hand and wouldn't let go.
His eyes fell on Satoru Gojo's eyelashes again. His hair is white, his eyelashes are white, and his skin is white. It doesn't feel inconsistent at all to say that he is a big white cat.
The frost-like eyelashes were raised, and when the eyelids were opened, the pale blue eyes were so clean that they were almost magical.
"Are you peeking at me?" The blue cat's eyes were curved, and Chen Qing's voice had a strong nasal sound, but he did not hide the other person's good mood.
"I didn't peek." Yayoi said.
Once you get married, you will be her cat. You don’t need to peek to see your cat, just look at it openly.
Satoru Gojo blinked, his beautiful eyelashes raised and then fell.
Yayoi suddenly wanted to put toothpicks on Satoru Gojo's eyelashes. She felt that he could put several toothpicks on his eyelashes.
The hand holding her hand slipped the five fingers into her fingers, closed them, and clasped them. His cheek gently rubbed against the back of her hand, and his warm breath fell thinly on the back of her hand, as soft as a cat's. Huhu Maomao.
Yayoi smelled the sweet smell from Satoru Gojo again.
He seemed to have been soaked in a sugar bowl, and his breath smelled sweet.
"Gojo." Yayoi's cheek was pressed against the soft pillow, and her red hair was scattered on the white quilt, "You are sweet."
Satoru Gojo paused, his pale blue cat eyes seemed to pause for a moment, and when he looked at his wife again, his gaze became meaningful.
"It's so early in the morning. It's dangerous to say such things." The pupils of the sky were slightly curved, like a cat squinting its eyes in the thick night, and the pupils emitted a deep blue light.
His wife was cutely slow in this regard, still unaware of the approaching danger. Her amber eyes blinked like a docile domestic cat.
Yayoi slowly got up, the white quilt slipped off his shoulders, and his red hair fell down against the beautiful side of his neck. After hanging lazily on his shoulders for a while, it fell to the pajamas on his chest.
Her legs under the quilt were slightly propped up, her knees brushed against his thighs, and her bent arms supported her upper body. She was like a cat emerging from a blanket.
Yayoi slowly moved over, stretched out his hand, rubbed his hair with the palm of his hand, and then touched his cheek.
She has white hair, white eyelashes, and white skin. Her eyelashes look like the sky after heavy snow in winter.
She suddenly felt that Satoru Gojo was made of snow, his beautiful eyelashes were made of rime hanging on the branches, and his silver-white hair was made of frost and snow falling from the sky.
White, the cleanest color.
Yayoi sat up from the bed, her red hair falling from her shoulders to her waist one by one. The ends of her hair were scattered on the quilt. She bent her legs and rubbed her white feet on the quilt a few times before curling up her toes.
"If you fall into a snowdrift, will I not be able to find you?"
Yayoi touched his hair, and the soft white hair rubbed against her hand. It felt like the soft fur of a cat.
"Guess what?" Those beautiful eyes curled up again.
Sitting up from the bed, Satoru Gojo stretched out his hands and circled Yayoi's waist. The fabric of the clothes he rubbed made a rustling sound. With a little force on his arms, Yayoi was brought into his arms.
Their bodies were pressed against each other through two layers of thin clothing, and the ends of their red hair swept across his face, like soft feathers.
"Are you a cat made of snow?" Yayoi lay in his arms and touched his eyelashes.
Looking up from this angle, he could just see his wife's fair chin and beautiful neck.
Satoru Gojo raised his head and kissed his wife on the chin, his breath lingering on the most sensitive skin of the neck, "Want to try and see if it melts?"
The cat made of snow has beautiful cat eyes and curved lips, and it feels itchy in its heart. It always needs to do something to calm down the itching lingering in its heart.
The curtains were drawn up before going to bed, and the light in the room was dim. Satoru Gojo couldn't see his wife's red cheeks clearly. He could only feel that her breathing paused for a moment, and then the hot breath fell on the tip of her nose.
Tuk-tuk-tuk——
There were several muffled sounds from the knocked glass window, followed by the intermittent chirping of birds.
The breath falling on the neck was hot, and the other person's body also reacted strangely. Yayoi's body froze, and his hands subconsciously grasped the fabric on Satoru Gojo's shoulders, trying to calm down his breathing, and trying to calm down his body. The voice seemed calm and peaceful.
"It's dawn." Yayoi said every word.
"Yeah." Satoru Gojo kissed Yayoi's chin again.
The warmth carried by the soft lips almost made the red hair throw the cat away. The hands placed on Satoru Gojo's shoulders trembled slightly, and a tingling feeling came to the fingertips.
Yayoi subconsciously closed her fingers, and the fabric on her shoulders was wrinkled by her grip.
"Get up." Yayoi said.
"I know, I'll be up soon." Satoru Gojo circled Yayoi's waist.
Yayoi breathed a sigh of relief, then became confused after a moment, "Why wait?"
"What do you think?"
Satoru Gojo bit his wife's lips gently, placing his palms up against his waist.
My wife is so cute when she just woke up, I can’t help it.
My wife made a nice sound.
The fabric of the clothes was rustling, and fragmented sobs floated in the air.
The skin under the palms is delicate and soft, and the waist is so slender that it seems like it can be broken with just a slight exertion. He held his wife's waist with both hands, raised his head and kissed her lips, his hot breath almost burning the skin.
The soft quilt was pressed against the back of his head, and his bright red hair was spread out messily. Hot and humid water vapor climbed to the corners of my eyes, and tears fell from my eyes.
He couldn't help but kiss her eyes, his tongue rolled up the tears hanging at the end of her eyes, and he kissed the end of her eyes.
His consciousness seemed to be stuck in the clouds, hazy, and his body seemed to be floating. However, the next moment it seemed like he was pushed off the edge of a cliff. The falling feeling was frightening. Yayoi climbed up subconsciously. Holding Satoru Gojo's shoulder, his fingers traced across the fair skin, leaving clear red marks.
"Five... items... um..."
The eye sockets were filled with water, and hazy shadows were reflected on the retinas, like hazy snow falling from the sky.
Satoru Gojo lowered his head to kiss her lips, traced the shape of her lips with the tip of his tongue, and gently picked up the soft lips with his teeth, entangled them.
"Relax, you'll be fine soon." A deep voice gasped softly in his ear.
The wind that broke in from outside the window stirred the white water, and the sound was like rolling waves.
The sun was dazzling, and a pair of hands covered her eyes.
After adapting to the change in light and dark, the hand covering her eyes slowly moved away, and Yayoi slowly opened her eyes. The window of her room faced the old cherry blossom tree in the courtyard, covered with golden fallen leaves. windowsill.
The light golden sunlight smudged on the white curtains.
"Get up." Satoru Gojo kissed her eyes, held her waist, and put her into bed like a child.
I don’t know when it was.
The sore feeling was like a snake wrapped around his waist. Yayoi had a dull face, letting his consciousness be between chaos and clarity. He was picked up by Satoru Gojo like a doll, and the black coat was draped over his shoulders.
Yayoi rested her chin on Satoru Gojo's shoulder and let Satoru Gojo wrap his arms around her waist. She squinted her eyes in a lazy manner that reminded her of a napping cat.
"Did something happen when you suddenly returned to Gojo's house?" Yayoi asked.
Satoru Gojo's palm pressed on the top of Yayoi's hair, his cheek rubbed against the top of his wife's hair, his hand around her waist tightened, and he said casually, "It's okay."
Yayoi paused and said subconsciously, "Gojo."
Satoru Gojo was silent for a moment, a meaningful smile appeared on his face, and even the corners of his lips raised, "The old man at home heard the news."
Yayoi's eyes moved, and the sunlight fell into his pupils like cut gold foil.
Satoru Gojo thought for a while, and the expression on his face suddenly became serious, "I am twenty-eight years old."
Yayoi was stunned and didn't react.
"There are very few Gojo family heads in the past who have not had children at this age." Satoru Gojo blinked with an innocent expression on his face.
Yayoi suddenly remembered that more than ten years ago, when she was a little potato, Satoru Gojo ran to her house to escape from a blind date. It happened to be early in the morning. On the day of the Great Dark Day, Satoru Gojo did not eat soba noodles. A few hours after the Great Dark Day passed , he ran to her house, and Yayoi made her a bowl of soba noodles.
Let alone children, Satoru Gojo was a straight bachelor before he was twenty-eight years old.
The elder of the Gojo family is worried about the fact that the head of the family is unwilling to start a family. He is the only head of the family who is unwilling to start a family at such an age for hundreds of years.
The Yusan family values the inheritance of blood. People with the same blood have a high chance of inheriting the excellent skills of their fathers, so they value their heirs very much.
Although the Gojo family is said to be a force with Satoru Gojo as the core, for nearly a thousand years, the concept of relying on heirs to strengthen and inherit the family power has been deeply ingrained. Even Satoru Gojo, who is the representative of the Gojo family, will not be able to do so for a while. I can't correct it either.
Yayoi opened his mouth, "So——"
I don't know when a hand was placed on my abdomen, gently rubbing it through the thin pajamas.
"Will there be a baby here?" Satoru Gojo said softly.
Perhaps many of the girls who graduated from Uramidong Middle School with her back then have married as wives, had their own families, and become mothers.
A person will have various connections with the people around him throughout his life. Even if he remains single all his life, connections with others are unavoidable. The only difference lies in the form in which they occur. Getting married and having children is just a matter of time. one of them.
Become a mother.
The mother in the previous life was named Su Jiaye. She had a face similar to Su Jiaye, but she had never seen Su Jiaye. Apart from her, there were only a few people who could prove that Su Jiaye had lived. The broken words in the old man's mouth.
She never got to know her mother, and Sukyapa never held her hand or called her name.
The mother in this life is called Haruna, a gentle mother, as gentle as her name, and she is also gentle when she calls her name.
Yayoi's face still looks like Sukarye, and her hair still resembles Sukarye's red hair, but her mother held her hand.
Mother is gentle and her hands are warm.
She likes this kind of mother.
Every girl has the opportunity to become a mother.
She habitually ignored this opportunity.
Just like she never thought that Satoru Gojo would tell her that he liked her, on the wedding day, everything would fall into place, and there would be no need for so many surprises, just accept it calmly.
She never realized her chance of becoming a mother, never thought about becoming a mother, and had no guarantee that she would become a qualified mother.
When the topic of children came up, she was not surprised or panicked. She surprisingly felt very calm.
The abdomen is a sensitive place, and the hand covering the abdomen is wide and warm. Yayoi feels very comfortable, and puts his hand on the back of Satoru Gojo's hand.
"Do you want it?" Yayoi looked at her husband calmly.
The amber eyes met his, and he could even see his own reflection in those clear eyes.
Satoru Gojo smiled softly, "If you are willing, I would be happy to be the father of your child, Yayoi."
"But only if it's you, Yayoi." Satoru Gojo held the back of Yayoi's head, her red hair resting in his hand, and he smiled and kissed her forehead.
"Wouldn't it affect you if you don't have children?" Yayoi looked up.
"I am the strongest even without children." Satoru Gojo purred Yayoi's hair several times and smoothed her hair into a mess. "Of course, if you are willing, that would be great~"
Yayoi's cheeks turned red.
After all, she had never been a mother yet, so she still couldn't help but blush when talking about this topic.
"I want a red-haired daughter." Satoru Gojo held his chin, a smile appeared on his face, "This way I can have two little red-haired girls."
Yayoi blushed extremely, and she was going to burn herself if she continued to let Satoru Gojo talk.
She raised her hand and covered Satoru Gojo's mouth. Satoru Gojo, whose mouth was covered, screamed twice, with a look of grievance on his face.
The topic of children ended here. When he went downstairs, Yayoi found that no one was at home.
With a giant cat stuck to his back, Yayoi saw Shoko Ieiri's note on the refrigerator door after wandering around the house.
——I took the students back to the high school to find senior Utahime.
Ps: Take precautions and look at Hui, you are not suitable to be a father.
Yayoi suddenly felt that this note was very hot.
"What did you write?" Bai Maomao put his chin in the crook of her neck and probed her head.
"Nothing." Yayoi crumpled the note into a ball and threw it into the trash can.
"Huh?" Satoru Gojo tilted his head, his blue cat eyes blinking.
"Really not!" Yayoi pushed Satoru Gojo's head.
After tinkering for a long time, they were finally able to go out. When the couple stepped out of the threshold, they saw Choso, the eldest brother of ten brothers, with his two younger brothers.
Eso is wearing a white shirt and black trousers. Due to his special body structure, this kind of clothing actually makes him very uncomfortable. However, in order not to cause panic and excessive human attention, he still dresses as close to ordinary humans as possible, Kechizu His appearance is very different from that of humans, so his whole body can only be covered in a Pikachu doll suit, but he does not seem to object to such a dress, because he met many human children on the road who wanted to get close to him.
When the eldest brother of ten brothers saw Satoru Gojo, he felt like he was seeing the enemy who killed his father.
Satoru Gojo: Oh.
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The author has something to say:
Gojo Cat: This is already my wife, what can you do? (Cat is proud jpg.)
Megumin: I worked hard to raise Satoru Gojo from the age of seven.
Megumin: It’s so funny that you can’t raise it at all.
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