158 Extra · Collecting Qi
But for the sake of the king (11)
Extra · Collecting Qi
In the early morning, when the shoji door was opened, she found that the floor in front of the door was covered with yellow and curled dead leaves.
The sunlight in the autumn morning is thin and shallow, like a thin layer of honey spread on bread.
There were a few broken leaves stuffed in the gap between the paper partition door. The cool wind carried the scattered fallen leaves past my feet, and there was a cool touch on my toes.
Yayoi shrank her toes, turned around and ran into the Japanese room.
"Satoru!"
Satoru Gojo, who had just come out of the bathroom, raised his eyes, and the bright and flowing red color burst into his sight, wrapped in the sweet smell of citrus.
Someone who had just woken up ran over with bare feet, and the tatami was stepped on, making a series of soft and inaudible sounds, like a cat stepping on soft flesh pads.
Satoru Gojo raised his arms subconsciously, and the cat-like person almost bumped into him. His hair was wrapped in the sweet smell of citrus, and his amber eyes were filled with the melting sunshine.
The person who rushed towards her staggered twice, but fortunately Satoru Gojo supported her waist in time and stabilized her center of gravity. The red hair, wrapped in the sweet citrus smell, fell onto his cheek.
The autumn air silently exuded a cool chill, and there was a slight chill around his feet. Yayoi shrank his toes and accidentally touched the heat source at his feet.
There was a soft touch on the instep, and two hands were placed on the shoulders. The fingers tightened slightly, and the fabric on the shoulders was wrinkled a little.
Satoru Gojo lowered his head, leaned over slightly, and subconsciously tightened his hand on Yayoi's waist.
Yayoi's waist is very slender. Whenever his palm is pressed against her waist, Satoru Gojo has a feeling that her waist can be broken as long as he exerts a little force.
Eyelashes as pure as frost and snow fluttered. Satoru Gojo lowered his head and could see the small hair curlers on his head. The person stepping on his instep was like a cat that likes to rub against people's feet to keep warm in winter. It's like this. Relying on a motionless posture.
Satoru Gojo lowered his head, and the sweet citrus scent of his wife's hair flooded into his nose.
The warm breath fell on her hair and seeped into it bit by bit. Yayoi raised her head, her eyes as bright as the sky were as close as her eyes. Her husband's breath was as cold as green pine, and it was also sweet like syrup. Tired, the breaths are entangled together, regardless of each other.
The wife who was stepping on his instep looked at him with wide eyes without scruples, her long eyelashes clearly visible in the sight of Liu Yan.
There is an itching feeling in my heart, every breath, every movement, even if the eyelashes tremble slightly, the itch in my heart is warm and soft, it may overflow from my heart at any time, and I can't control it anytime and anywhere. Go up and take a bite of her.
Satoru Gojo lowered his head, opened his mouth to capture the soft lips that were close at hand, and rubbed them together. His teeth gently scraped the folds of his wife's lips. He lingered for a while before reluctantly parting his lips.
The eyelashes were covered with a thin mist of water, and the lips were soft and moist after the kiss.
The fingers gripping Satoru Gojo's shoulders were trembling a little, and the fabric shrank into a pitiful ball in his hands.
My legs are a little weak.
Yayoi bit her lips that were obviously quite red, and her fair cheeks were blushing that couldn't be concealed.
"Will it be cold?" Satoru Gojo bent his eyes. His pure white eyelashes were like cherry branches hanging gently after a heavy snowfall. The white frost wrapped around the slender branches burned his eyes.
Yayoi curled up her toes and lightly brushed the warm skin with her fingertips.
The face is hot and the feet are also hot.
"You're not cold anymore after the kiss." Yayoi told the truth, honestly, but in Satoru Gojo's ears it meant something else.
The big white cat half-lidded its eyelashes, with a shallow silhouette under its eyes, and its pale blue pupils silently overflowed with dark and cold light.
Yayoi tilted his head.
"It's really dangerous to say something like this so early in the morning~"
After a while, Satoru Gojo slowly opened his mouth, and the elongated tail sound was as sweet as syrup.
The palm of his hand moved up against Yayoi's waist, and finally stopped on the soft back. Satoru Gojo held Yayoi's knees with one hand and the soft back with the other, and picked him up from the ground.
The body suddenly flew into the air, and Yayoi reflexively hugged Satoru Gojo's neck.
The big white cat hugged the person and sat on the tatami. Yayoi was placed between his thighs. Through a thin layer of clothes, his back and chest were tightly attached to each other, and his two pairs of feet of different sizes were tightly together. The ground is close together, the insteps are against the soles of the feet, and the warm and soft touch is continuously transmitted to the touching skin.
A pair of hands wrapped around his waist.
Satoru Gojo put his chin on Yayoi's hair with half-open eyes, his expression was comfortable and lazy, like a cat hiding in the shadows to enjoy the coolness, and bits and pieces of sunlight fell on the ground beside his feet.
The paper partition door facing the courtyard was mostly open, and the cool autumn wind carried bits and pieces of dead leaves into the Japanese room.
The withered yellow leaves clung to the tatami, like a butterfly fluttering its thin wings and stopping at hand.
Yayoi picked up the dead leaves that came to hand. Thin veins covered the thin leaves, and the leaves that had lost their moisture were thin and fragile.
"Winter is coming."
The top of his head trembled slightly, Satoru Gojo looked at the crisp leaves, and gently rubbed the soles of Yayoi's feet with his insteps.
My wife's insteps are soft, white and feel very good to the touch.
The two pairs of feet naturally stuck closer together.
Winter is the season for hibernating animals, and autumn is the season for storing food.
Squirrels with big tails will store food crazily during this season, stuffing their cheeks full and taking pine nuts back to their nests. Brown bears in the deep mountains and forests will eat themselves as fat as a ball during this season and store thick Fat, sleeps all winter, and wakes up at the beginning of spring next year.
It's a busy season.
It seems that in line with this statement, everyone from all sides is obviously busy this year.
Suguru Geto has been away from home for three days, and the affairs of the Panxing Sect have naturally fallen on Sugata Manami. The two underage JKs have very objections to the fact that Suguru Geto has been out every three days, and the time period is extremely long. The most important thing is The thing is, Suguru Geto didn't take them with him!
Although he doesn't know the recent situation of "Satoru Gojo", Yayoi feels that he is not much better. His own tasks are already busy enough, and someone who has been secretly planning for thousands of years has undoubtedly increased his workload.
A dull pain spread along the auricle, and Yayoi burst into tears from the pain. He covered his ears reflexively, turned around and almost hit Satoru Gojo's chin, "Why are you biting my ear?"
"Don't think about other cats in front of me." Satoru Gojo muttered, pulling the person closer to his arms, and the hands around his waist tightened silently.
He's not just a sneaky cat.
Yayoi touched the bitten ear aggrievedly, "He is "Satoru Gojo". "
Satoru Gojo lowered his eyes, and the shadows cast down made his eyes darker and unclear, "But you belong to me alone, and you must be mine~"
Yayoi blinked her eyes and after raising cats for decades, she realized.
Cats are much more jealous than dogs. It was as if a cat similar to him suddenly appeared. What was even more terrible was that Yayoi's eyes were naturally attracted to it. The strong sense of crisis was like a frantically ringing alarm bell, ringing in his ears non-stop.
"You are my only cat, too."
A kiss like a dragonfly's drop of water fell on his chin.
Satoru Gojo paused and narrowed his eyes with satisfaction, like a big cat purring.
Yayoi touched her chin, and Satoru Gojo cooperated by lifting his chin to make it easier for her to touch.
Satoru Gojo narrowed his eyes.
It seemed like he hadn't had such a long leisurely life in a long time.
The life of a magician is busy with traveling and tasks in various places, especially Satoru Gojo, who is recognized as the strongest in the magic world.
After reuniting with Yayoi, Satoru Gojo is even busier than when he was in high school.
Since Yayoi became Satoru Gojo's assistant, Satoru Gojo has had more opportunities to skip work and be lazy to a certain extent, but in the final analysis, he is still busier than an ordinary magician.
Fortunately, he could still find time to fool Yayoi in such a life.
The last sentence is a complaint from a wealthy family member.
After giving birth to Mutsuki, Yayoi's attention will inevitably be divided by his newborn daughter.
The newborn daughter was so cute, small, soft, and rolled into a small ball like a kitten. He stretched out his finger towards her, and the little guy stretched out his hand to grab his finger.
His daughter held onto his finger and wouldn't let go, and he could even see his own reflection in her eyes that were exactly the same as his wife's.
Where the skin touches, the soft touch and warm body temperature of the baby's skin come over continuously.
She is very cute.
Even if she diverted his wife's attention from him, she couldn't be jealous at all.
She started to make babbling sounds in two or three months. As long as he stretched out his finger towards her, the little one would not let go. In the twelfth month of his life, he learned to shout "papa" and waddled towards him. Come over here and shout 'papa' with milk in your mouth.
His heart almost melted.
As he grows older, the little guy's appearance becomes more and more similar to his, but his temperament and demeanor follow Yayoi's.
This is a treasure given to him by his wife.
Satoru Gojo squinted his eyes, reached out and hooked a strand of red hair, and turned his fingertips. The red hair wrapped around his fingertips, getting tighter and tighter.
The older Mutsuki grows, the more free time he has. His daughter is growing up, and so are his students. After graduation, the students have become famous magicians. The weight of the tasks on his shoulders was much lighter. If this momentum continues, Satoru Gojo feels that he might be able to live a retirement life with his wife and children on the hot bed.
The palm of his hand touched the palm of another hand, a hand that was several times smaller than his. It was soft and warm, and the nails were trimmed neatly and rounded, glowing with a light pink color.
"Going on a date?"
Satoru Gojo heard his wife say.
Neat and round nails grazed the fingertips, and the warm sun slowly exuded from the early autumn morning breeze little by little.
After a moment of silence, Satoru Gojo picked him up from the ground with a "hoo!", his beautiful eyes blinking non-stop, and he was so excited that he was like a big cat with its tail wagging non-stop.
"Now?" Satoru Gojo's eyes were bright.
Yayoi shook his head, with a soft smile on his lips, "Not now."
Finally she said: "You have to wait for me to change clothes first."
The big white cat lowered his head and saw the pajamas of the same style for both of them. The autumn wind caught the wide sleeves and loose hem of the clothes and penetrated them, causing a light chill on the skin.
"You're a bad learner." Satoru Gojo looked at his wife with deep eyes.
The serious expression didn't last long. The big white cat changed his face in seconds and changed into another expression with a speed comparable to that of a Sichuan opera. The background board was filled with happy little flowers, purring and rubbing against Yayoi.
During busy working days, people travel much less frequently.
The reason for two people traveling during the workday is not a paid vacation or openly skipping work.
The two of them are just homeless people.
It was a rare serious date. Before going out, Satoru Gojo was more formal than a woman. From her hair style to her clothing, she wore a black coat over a white striped sweater. She held her sunglasses and tinkered in front of the mirror for a long time. Hair, blinking before going out with an expression on her face begging for compliments.
The autumn mood in November is very strong. The corners of Tokyo streets are filled with scattered dead leaves, and the trees with fallen leaves stretch their dark branches toward the sky.
Amusement parks, movie theaters, and aquariums are the three holy places for couples to date by word of mouth. This statement is very applicable to young lovers, and it also applies to old couples in their thirties.
There are much fewer people in the amusement park on weekdays, which also reduces the time spent queuing.
The ginkgo trees hanging on the branches are like small fans clustered together, falling to the ground.
The ups and downs of the roller coaster track are like a long dragon stretching its back. The air is soaked in the clear sunshine of autumn. The roller coaster falling along the track makes the screams of tourists grow long and echo in the clear sky for a long time.
The Ferris wheel slowly rose into the sky with its heavy cabin hanging down. Through the transparent glass window, Yayoi saw the people on the ground shrinking little by little, and finally became ants scattered on the ground.
His hot gaze fell on her, almost piercing her entire body.
Yayoi looked up and saw Satoru Gojo sitting opposite Pika Pika blinking.
"I heard that if you kiss your lover when the Ferris wheel reaches its highest point, you will go on forever."
Satoru Gojo lowered his voice, resting his arms on his thighs, resting his chin on his hands, and his eyes behind his sunglasses were full of affection.
He just had 'want to kiss' written on his face.
The cockpit hung on the edge of the steel rose little by little, the noise on the ground was separated, and the clear blue sky was printed on the glass windows.
The sky that was originally out of reach seems to be within reach when the Ferris wheel reaches the highest point.
Yayoi bent his eyes, his amber eyes showing a cat-like cunningness.
Satoru Gojo's heart skipped a beat, and the arm holding his chin tilted.
The Ferris wheel rose to the highest point, the sweet smell of citrus hit my face, and the back of my neck felt warm and soft.
He lowered his head.
A handful of melting snow seemed to fall from his lips, soft and hot, and his heart seemed to be trembling.
The cockpits hanging on the Ferris wheel are like exquisite and compact boxes filled with unknown things. When the door of the cockpit is opened, Satoru Gojo is in a trance and lets Yayoi hold his hand and pull him out. .
When he reacted, the big white cat pounced directly on his wife. It became very aggressive and rubbed her cheek with its cheeks. While rubbing it, it said, "Yayoi, you are bad, you are bad." '.
The staff next to him pulled down the lever of the Ferris wheel with a fish-eyed movement and as steady as an old dog, and the small box containing the person slowly rose into the sky.
After getting off the Ferris wheel, the two went to a shopping plaza not far from the amusement park.
The bright windows sparkled in the sun, and even on a working day, the number of people coming and going was still quite large.
The branches of the evergreen trees are soaked in the melting sunshine, and the chatter of the crowd floats in the air.
There are long queues in front of milk tea shops. The temperature in autumn has dropped significantly, but some people are still keen on cold drinks, such as iced milk tea.
Satoru Gojo queued up to buy a cold drink.
The temperature in late autumn is cool and the season for drinking iced milk tea has long passed. Mr. Gojo, a sweetie who has unique requirements for different sweets at different times, wants to drink iced milk tea today.
The parasol above his head was concealed. Yayoi sat at the table, holding his chin, and his eyes paused on the person lining up in the crowd. The person's height and appearance stood out from the crowd, and his superior appearance unsurprisingly attracted the girl's attention. , the two girls who were together had the courage to strike up a conversation, Satoru Gojo whispered something, and the two girls' eyes widened in shock, with disbelief on their faces.
Yayoi's ears twitched. Her hearing was developed and she could hear what they were saying.
"I really hope my daughter can become a lively and lovely child when she grows up."
"...Moji?"
It's completely unbelievable that this handsome boy with the face of an eighteen-year-old boy is an uncle in his thirties and has a daughter.
The two girls left chattering, and Satoru Gojo turned his head abruptly, his pale blue eyes shining brightly behind the lenses of his black sunglasses.
Yayoi couldn't help but want to laugh.
The view ahead was suddenly blocked, and a large shadow was cast on the road beside his feet.
Yayoi looked up and saw a black and white round face. The armband on his arm had a cute panda head and the word 'I?' printed on it.
Colorful balloons float among the treetops, with mottled shadows imprinted on the smooth surface. Round balloons are crowded on the black and white round heads, and knotted ropes gather balloons of different colors together.
"Hi, hello." The black and white round man raised his furry paws.
Yayoi: "..."
With his sharp ears, Yayoi heard the sound of "idiot" coming from the green belt. The lowered voice could not conceal the boyish heroic spirit contained in it.
"Hello." Yayoi bent his eyes, and the sunlight fell into his amber pupils, shining brightly.
Several people in the grass paused. After a moment, Yayoi heard a 'big mustard', 'This is really what the idiot realized...' and 'Does it really don't matter'.
Yayoi: "..."
"I'm in a little trouble." The black and white chubby blinked, "Can you help me? I can take a photo and shake hands with you."
Yayoi blinked, "Okay, I will try my best."
She subconsciously thought of the other three people in the second grade.
Black and white Yuan Gun nodded, "My companion had a fight with his girlfriend."
Yayoi was stunned for a moment, subconsciously thinking that it was Otoko Yuta and Kimoto Rika who had a fight.
Yayoi doesn't know Rika Kimoto. Her understanding of Rika comes from the few words she said in the second grade, and Satoru Gojo. The cursed spirit-like Qimoto Rika only has eyes for Otoko Uta, and her heart is full of him. She doesn't want Otoko Uta to be hurt, and she doesn't even want to feel sad. Even if her soul has become a Buddha, she still has a body left to inherit. own will.
It's hard to imagine them quarreling.
"Is it serious?" Yayoi asked subconsciously.
Panda nodded, "It's so serious that my companion's girlfriend has already beaten my other two companions."
Yayoi: "..."
Suddenly I felt like there was nothing wrong with me.
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