Chapter 131 Coming through the mirror
Satoru Gojo doesn't know how to drink.
Not even a little bit.
Part of the reason for being unable to drink was due to the technique, and part of it was ultimately due to his own drinking problem.
When dinner was approaching, Yayoi made sweet rice balls and prepared them to be delivered to Shoko Ieiri's infirmary who had to work overtime during the holidays. After packing the portion to be sent to Shoko Ieiri, Yayoi took the bento box and went out. What happened? When I wanted to come back, I saw the cat sitting on the sofa.
Yayoi took off his shoes, put on the cotton slippers for indoor activities, walked up to Satoru Gojo, lifted the silver hair from the white cat's forehead, and saw the slightly confused pale blue eyes.
"Yayoi~" The person in his field of vision was hazy, as if covered with a layer of mist. The blurred outline and the red warmth reminded him of the lights smeared on the window paper.
He pulled Yayoi's sleeve, smiling and shaking, his eyes and lips curved, and the clear light fell into his beautiful pupils.
Yayoi suddenly felt that his appearance looked familiar. In a moment of confusion, he was caught off guard and pulled down on the sofa, falling directly into his arms.
Yayoi slammed into Satoru Gojo's chest.
Perhaps because of the pain from being hit, Satoru Gojo grunted twice, pressed Yayoi's head to his chest, grabbed Yayoi's two paws and refused to let go, so Yayoi could only sit astride his lap in this position.
"Have you been drinking?" Yayoi finally remembered, looking a bit like he was drunk.
Recalling the last time Satoru Gojo was drunk in front of her, it was more than ten years ago.
Sixteen-year-old Satoru Gojo unexpectedly became clingy when he was drunk. He clung to her and refused to let go. He was so noisy that Shoko Ieiri and Suguru Geto at the time thought about burying her on the spot.
The drunken cat tightened its grip around Yayoi's waist and rubbed her hair with its cheek.
The white cat hugging his wife paused. Yayoi grabbed his collar, raised his head, and his mist-like blue eyes came into view.
The white cat shook his head, thought for a while and then nodded.
"Did you drink or not?" As soon as Yayoi finished her words, the sudden retraction of her hands on her waist almost choked her.
The drunken cat didn't seem to hear what she said clearly. He tilted his head and looked at his wife. In his field of vision, the red lips opened and closed, glowing with water under the light.
——A bit like strawberry.
--It looks very tasty.
Satoru Gojo was thinking dizzy, and stretched out his hands to hold Yayoi's cheeks, and gently rubbed her face with the pads of his thumbs.
The red color in the field of vision was always flickering, flickering and never stopping. The big white cat flattened its mouth and widened its eyes.
"Gojo?" Yayoi shouted in confusion.
The white cat opened its mouth and bit Yayoi's lip. The pointed tiger teeth traced the folds of the lip, and the lip was picked up. The warm tongue slid into the mouth, lingering and rubbing.
Breathing intertwined, lips and tongue tangled. This extra long kiss inexplicably made Yayoi feel that Satoru Gojo was eating. The cat was always taking his time while eating, patiently enjoying the beauty of the food and savoring every trace of sweetness in it.
It's like ice cream melting in your mouth.
The bright light fell into his amber eyes, and his thoughts gradually became lost in a gentle whirlpool. Something warm seemed to be swelling in his body, and it might overflow at any time.
Yayoi's fingertips turned white, and her fingers tightly grasped the loose skirt of the other person's shirt, and her whole body almost melted into the warm lake water.
The mottled tree shadows are reflected on the glass windows, and when the quiet night wind blows the dry leaves and brushes against the doors and windows, the stagnant time begins to flow again.
After Satoru Gojo finally let her go, his hot breath hit her face, making her cheeks feel hot and her head was in a daze. She lowered her eyes and accidentally saw her own reflection in the beautiful cat eyes. Her cheeks were extremely red, and there were slender silver threads hanging from the corners of her mouth.
Yayoi was stunned and wiped a handful of it on his mouth.
Maybe it was because he was too close, too close, and the temperature on his cheeks could not go down no matter what, and it was as if it was burning like a prairie fire.
Yayoi pushed Satoru Gojo on the chest and pushed the white cat to the back of the sofa. Unexpectedly, the drunk cat reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist.
The final result was that the two people smashed into the sofa like two fish slapping together.
Yayoi's nose hit Satoru Gojo's chest directly, causing her to burst into tears.
The drunk cat frowned upon seeing this, stretched out his hand, and carefully rubbed Yayoi's red nose.
The skin under his fingertips was delicate and smooth. Satoru Gojo was stunned for a moment, thought about it, and pinched Yayoi's nose.
Yayoi: "..."
Satoru Gojo let go of his hand.
Satoru Gojo pinched Yayoi's nose again.
After going back and forth several times, Yayoi couldn't stand it anymore and reached out to pull off the claws that were messing around on his nose.
Satoru Gojo flattened his mouth in displeasure and mumbled an accusation, "Yayoi, do you not love me anymore?"
Yayoi, who was lying on Satoru Gojo, was stunned for a moment, wondering where his sudden depression came from.
"When did I say I don't love you anymore?" Yayoi was confused.
"You made sweet wine balls for Shoko." Bai Maomao blinked his beautiful blue eyes, which were shining brightly, as if he might shed tears at any time.
"...It's a thank you gift." Yayoi told him dryly.
They traveled all the way from Tokyo to Saitama Prefecture to provide outpatient care for their children.
"I don't even have a share in it." The white cat felt extremely embarrassed.
Yayoi felt that if he had a pair of cat ears on the top of his head, they would droop down if he didn't keep them straight.
Yayoi reached out and touched the top of his hair. The silver-white hair was delicate and soft, with a few strands sticking up restlessly. The ends of the hair felt itchy in the palm of her hand.
Yayoi couldn't hold it back and touched it a few more times.
Perhaps because he felt comfortable being touched, Satoru Gojo squinted his eyes and raised his chin, looking like a large white cat.
Yayoi touched his chin a few times. The cat purred comfortably, and the hand around her waist tightened.
"Next time, you have to make sweet wine balls for me too." Satoru Gojo muttered like a child.
Yayoi paused and turned around. From this angle, he could see the empty plate beside the gas stove. The bare plate looked particularly lonely and helpless on the countertop.
"Are the sweet wine balls delicious?" Yayoi asked.
"It's delicious." Satoru Gojo squinted his eyes, "After eating it, my whole body felt light and airy, as if I was floating in the clouds."
"I'll give it a try next time." The drunken white cat nuzzled his wife.
"What should you do if you are drunk?" Yayoi asked.
"Then you're drunk." Satoru Gojo puffed up his cheeks, with a blush like sunset on his fair face, "I don't care, you have to make me sweet wine balls, and you have to make a unique one."
The big white cat rubbed Yayoi's chin with its furry hair, tickling her.
"Yayoi, have I ever eaten sweet wine balls before?" Satoru Gojo buried his face in Yayoi's chest, and his muffled voice came out.
Yayoi lowered his head and saw the white cat raising its head, its pale blue eyes blinking.
"Eat." Yayoi touched his hair.
"Am I drunk?" Satoru Gojo pouted, "Jay and Shoko said I was super annoying when I was drunk, and they even said they wanted to throw me into Tokyo Bay."
"How good or bad they are~" Satoru Gojo leaned his face against Yayoi's chest.
"You are the cutest cat in the world." Yayoi lowered her head and kissed his forehead.
The drunk cat heard the satisfactory answer in a daze, and narrowed his eyes comfortably, then seemed to think of something, and pouted his mouth again.
"Then I am the cutest cat in the world, right?" Satoru Gojo's face suddenly turned serious.
Yayoi nodded with a blank look on her face. The cat's sudden serious expression made her feel strange.
My own cat's behavior has always been to let himself go and be carefree. There are very few times when he is serious like this. Even Yayoi, who has known him for so long, has only seen him a handful of times.
"Then you can only bathe my cat." Satoru Gojo said seriously.
Yayoi:? ? ?
The shadows of the trees reflected on the glass windows were swaying, and the orange lights fell into the glass panels on the table, creating warm ripples.
"Taking a shower?" Yayoi didn't know why he suddenly brought it up here.
"You can only bathe one of my cats." Satoru Gojo said angrily, "You are not allowed to bathe that big orange."
The cat came out all the time, and Yayoi was confused by him and had no idea what he was talking about.
"I can let you pinch my pads." Satoru Gojo raised his hand, and suddenly realized that it was not a cat's paw, but a human hand with slender fingers and fair skin.
"Where are my pads?" The white cat tilted its head, looking confused and innocent.
Yayoi's heart suddenly moved. The drunk cat looked a little cute.
"My pads are gone." Satoru Gojo was extremely aggrieved.
"Without the pads, you are still the cutest cat." Yayoi said seriously.
Satoru Gojo stared blankly at his hands for a while, then lay down again, hugged his wife and began to mumble. Yayoi thought it was a drunken cat's thoughts. The orange cat never forgets her, and it is clear that just having him is enough.
"You actually helped Daju take a bath." Satoru Gojo was angry, "You can only help me take a bath."
"Didn't I take a bath for you?" Yayoi tilted his head.
"Yayoi is the big bad guy, Jay and Shoko are also bad guys." Satoru Gojo continued to mutter, "You actually want to neuter such a cute cat."
Yayoi paused, feeling like he had caught something, but it could slip out of his hand at any time.
"If it weren't for Jay, I wouldn't have turned into a cat and let him slaughter him. Jay is so weak... He would be attacked by such a super weak chicken. No, we are the strongest." Satoru Gojo tilted his head and started It was nonsense. After thinking about it for a while, the cat said, "That's not right... right now, "I" am the strongest." "
The lonely tone made people feel distressed, and not long after, Satoru Gojo kissed Yayoi on the forehead again, "You are the strongest wife!"
After the kiss, Satoru Gojo's head rested on his head again.
Satoru Gojo was drunk and opened his mouth to tell the truth, "Now that he has turned into a fox, I also want to... take him to be neutered, and go to the previous pet hospital..."
Yayoi: "..."
The deep sleep was like the tide on the beach, sweeping over his eyelids. Satoru Gojo wrapped his arms around Yayoi's waist, and fell asleep holding his wife like a little girl holding a doll.
Yayoi looked at his cat in silence, touched his cheek, the skin was soft and smooth, without fur, and then touched the top of his head, there were no furry cat ears.
The cat in his sleep was breathing shallowly. Yayoi lowered his head and placed his ears on his chest. Through the thin shirt, his body temperature continued to surge over him, and the sound of his heart beating slowly came from his chest.
Yayoi's eyelashes trembled.
"It turns out you are really a big cat." Yayoi said softly.
A strand of hair crossed the tip of his eyebrow, tickling him.
Mr. Cat frowned, but refused to let go of his hands around Yayoi's waist.
In the quiet night, the wind was filled with the delicate and silky chirping of night insects. The evening breeze gently blew through the wind chimes under the eaves, and the tinkling bells sounded in pursuit.
Yayoi listened quietly to the beating of Satoru Gojo's heart, and the past events came and went one after another in the slow heartbeat.
The next morning, Satoru Gojo woke up in bed, wearing pajamas, the same style as Yayoi's, with several cute cat heads printed on them.
The bedding was warmed by the sun, and the bed was filled with the smell of my wife.
Satoru Gojo rubbed the quilt with satisfaction, reached out and touched the side, but found nothing. The white cat opened his eyes, and the bed was empty except for his cat.
The white cat was stunned for a moment, then lifted the quilt and got out of bed. There was a gurgling sound in the kitchen, and the soup was boiling under the glass lid. At a glance, he saw his wife wearing an apron by the stove.
Her red hair was tied up with a hair tie, revealing her beautiful neck.
There is still a dull pain in his temples. Facts have proved that Satoru Gojo's alcohol capacity is in contrast to his strength. The stronger he is, the lower his alcohol capacity. After half a plate of sweet wine balls enter his stomach, he can become drunk. Unconscious.
There was a warm feeling in the kitchen, and the dull pain in my temples seemed to dissipate a little.
Satoru Gojo touched all the way to the edge of the sink.
Raid!
The oversized white cat pulled up to Yayoi, put its chin on her shoulder and rubbed her neck.
The white cat who was addicted to sucking his wife early in the morning moved his nose and found that Yayoi was making soup to sober up. He felt warm and bubbling in his heart. He rubbed Yayoi's neck and said, "Yayoi is so capable~"
Yayoi was embarrassed by his praise, "It's just something simple."
These things were all taught by my mother who is good at cooking.
The hand around the waist tightened unconsciously, and his eyes wandered, finally landing on the side of Yayoi's neck. It was soft and white, a bit like milk ice cream, as if he took a bite.
Satoru Gojo lowered his head, and when his lips were about to touch the skin on the side of his neck, a hand touched his forehead.
Satoru Gojo tried to press down, but his hand refused to budge, motionless as a mountain.
"Morning, no, I have to go out." Yayoi's voice came.
Gojo Cat:? ? ?
Wife, wife, you have changed! ! You've never been like this before! ! !
Yayoi put down the spoon in his hand and turned off the stove fire, "I'm going to find Miss Utahime."
Gojo Cat: "..."
Great, Utahime, I remember you.
"I won't be back for lunch at noon," Yayoi said.
Gojo Cat Cat:! ! !
"So you have to prepare your own lunch." Yayoi said.
Gojo Cat Cat:! ! !
The big white cat's pupils were trembling, as if it had suffered a huge blow.
Yayoi stood up on her tiptoes and kissed him on the lips, "Today is also a beautiful day. Work hard, Mr. Cat."
Gojo Cat Cat:! ! !
Wife, you have changed, really! ! ! You've never done this to me before! ! !
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The author has something to say:
You think your wife is a natural idiot, but in fact she is still a hidden natural idiot! The kind of darkness that is so deep that you don’t even know it and has attacks from time to time!
Gojo Cat: Jay! Get up and get neutered! !
Geto Fox: What are you crazy about this morning? ! (Fox Den Awakening jpg.)
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