don't bother me soar

Chapter 129

This was the first time Gojo Gojo was actively greeted by Hikari, and Gojo Gojo, whose mood became very beautiful in an instant, hugged Hikari directly, bent down and buried his head in Hikari, rubbed his neck, and then hugged the house.

"teacher!"

Guangli, who was hugged by the princess again, pushed Wujo Wu unwillingly, the French window closed automatically with a bang, and Wujo Wu, who strode to the bedside, put Guangli back on the bed, and then sat on the edge of the bed.

"Are you so happy to see the teacher? Well, you even forgot to wear your slippers?"

After pulling down the blindfold, Gojo Satoru looked at Hikari with a smile, his eyes were teasing and gentle, he stretched out and held Hikari's foot, the warm palm made the jade foot that had just stepped on the cold floor curl up uncomfortably a few times lower toes.

Guangli's face was a little red, and he bent his legs and tried to pull back from Wujou: "Teacher..."

"If you don't answer the teacher's question, the teacher won't let you go. Be a good student, O Mitsuri." Gojo Satoru slightly increased the strength in Zhong, and then said with a smile.

After hearing this sentence, Guangli kicked him in the opposite direction: "A teacher who can say such things is not a good teacher!"

Gojo Satoru deliberately let go of the restraint when Hikari was exerting force, causing Hikari to kick his abdomen.

I didn't expect that I could kick him. Guangli was stunned. After realizing it, Guangli hurriedly wanted to take back the criminal's foot, but was stopped by Gojo Satoru: "The stolen goods!"

"Now I ask the students in the fierce light who kicked the teacher to defend themselves!"

Guangli's eyes flashed: "I'm sorry, teacher, although I accidentally kicked you, I don't apologize to you at all now."

"How can it be like this, Guangli?" Gojo Satoru exaggeratedly showed an unbelievable look, "If the kick is a little lower, the teacher's life will be over! Don't you have any reflection on this?"

Guangli blushed with anger at his appearance of complaining first, how dare he say anything?

It's a pity that when talking about Wujo Wu, Guangli can't beat Wujo Wu, who is very experienced in this field. The more you talk to him, the more you will be defeated by him.

"No!" Guangli said viciously.

Gojo Satoru laughed out loud instead: "It looks so fierce, Hikari, the teacher was frightened."

"Uh……"

"Okay, I'm not kidding anymore." Gojo Satoru rubbed Hikari's feet and let go, and his face turned redder, and Hikari immediately stuffed his feet into the quilt next to him.

"How are you doing now? Are you still lazily eating instant noodles?" Now Gojo Satoru looks like a good teacher again.

The temperature on Hikari's cheeks slowly cooled down. Although Gojo Satoru watched him, but now he was able to remain calm, knowing that the other party was in fact pampering him, Hikari was not even guilty of lying: "No."

"Well, really?" Wujo Wujo looked at Guangli.

Guangli nodded, what is laziness, he obviously wants to save time to go to the cafeteria.

Seeing this, Gojo Satoru sat forward, leaned over to block the light above, and cast a large shadow on Guangli's body: "Guangli, do you know that the teacher knows the number of those in stock?"

So what?

Guangli looked at him and blinked, his beautiful golden eyes were full of fearlessness.

You can make up for it after eating, and Guangli promises that Gojo Satoru will go to count it now, and the quantity will be the same as before.

...I'm really not afraid of him anymore.

Gojo Satoru was both happy and troubled. In the past, the light that shivered when he looked at him twice was cute, but now he is doted on and spoiled, and the light that has no fear of him is not only cute, but also makes his heart itchy.

He wanted to teach this pompous little crane a lesson, but he couldn't bear to move. He cherished his mood and every inch of his feathers more than himself.

Gojo Gojo raised his head and wanted to tap Hikari's forehead, but Hikari leaned back to avoid it—he quickly supported the back of his head and Hikari almost hit the wall: "Be careful!"

Guangli was not afraid of his aggravated tone, but instead brushed his arms away from her, and said coquettishly, "Teacher, it's dirty."

After getting acquainted with Gojo Gojo, he discovered Hikari's little problem—occasional cleanliness, and he didn't care if he fell and was covered in dust on the training ground. Gojo Gojo, who had just rubbed his bruises with medicine, wanted to pinch his face It just doesn't work, you have to wash it.

Gojo Satoru, who touched bare feet before, was a little funny: "I don't dislike it, but I dislike myself?"

Guangli didn't care about this, he dodged left and right, just to prevent him from touching him.

"Okay, then the teacher will go to wash." Gojo Satoru had no choice but to stand up.

Then, taking advantage of Guangli's unpreparedness, he picked up Guangli on the bed and walked towards the bathroom with him.

"Guangli's feet are also dirty, let's wash them with the teacher for nothing!"

Knowing that the struggle was futile, Guangli moved his legs symbolically a few times, then curled up in Gojo Satoru's arms and remained motionless.

After entering the bathroom, he was placed in the light on a small stool to loosen the feet that were hanging around Wujo Wu's neck, and stepped directly on the tiles. Wujo Wu quickly put them into a water basin with a moderate temperature, and then put them into a water basin with a moderate temperature. He took out a towel to dry, and he was lifted up and stepped on the stool he was sitting on just now.

Guangli was served by Gojo Wu like his ancestor the whole time, and he didn't react much, just looked at Wujo Wu's back to him washing figure a little dazed.

The stool was not high, and Hikari stepped on it and grew 20 centimeters out of thin air, and it was almost the height of Gojo Satoru with his hair down, and he couldn't see the top of his head.

After being jealous of Wutiao Wuju's height, Guangli remembered the matter of washing his feet just now - since he can remember, except for his parents who died young, he has never treated him like this again.

Guangli's fair face turned red all of a sudden, even his ears and neck turned red.

He just realized that Gojo Satoru did it naturally, but such a private thing should not happen between the teacher and the students, but it happened.

Gojo Satoru for him...

After the ktv that night, Guangli actually noticed it.After all, which teacher always looks for students in the middle of the night, and often hugs them?

Although Gojo Satoru was in the name of lifting the curse, Hikari still believed it at first, but what kind of curse could hold Gojo Satoru for so long?Even if there is, the strongest conjurer can remove it only with the body's natural metabolism.

But after realizing Gojo Satoru's thoughts, Mitsuri didn't know how to treat him.

Not only did he not reveal it, Guangli also pretended not to know.

Maybe he is special to Guangli only because of this face, then after he has seen enough, can this abnormal relationship be dissolved?

But after the Shibuya incident, Mitsuri saw Gojo Satoru very much, only to realize that he was also missing him.

Maybe it's because of the specialness of the strongest privately facing Guangli, or maybe it's because of other...

In short, Guangli has a good impression of Gojo Satoru, and has never refused Gojo Satoru's approach, but that is not necessarily love, now...

Guangli bit his lower lip in confusion, should he distance himself from Gojo Satoru before he cleared his mind?

If Gojo Satoru just plays with him and abandons him after he's interested, wouldn't it be ridiculous if he was serious?

It’s not like he always pretended to be stupid and didn’t know, that’s how he reacted——

"Guangli?"

The cool and wet fingers covered Guangli's lips, breaking Guangli's thoughts.

"What are you thinking so hard, your mouth is bleeding from your own bite, doesn't it hurt?" Gojo Satoru frowned and stared at the light, the bright red blood on the red lips was very dazzling.

He gently wiped it off with his fingertips, and the blood soon seeped out again. He turned around and covered his bare lips with a towel wet with cold water.

Guangli shivered subconsciously, and Gojo Satoru was immediately concerned: "Is it cold?"

"A little bit." Guangli wanted to bow his head, the flush on his face became more alluring.

Gojo Satoru focused his attention on the top of Guangli's head, looked at the hair whirl that he had seen many times, and still couldn't restrain his Adam's apple moving up and down, his throat was extremely thirsty.

Just now... thanks to these six eyes, even though his back was facing Guangli, he could see Guangli's expression clearly.

When he washed it, he didn't know that he had warned himself many times with the sentence that it was a crime to be a minor, otherwise Guangli would have been hugged and loved wantonly by him now...

If he wanted to move, Guangli couldn't resist him.

Gojo Satoru knew this very well, so he controlled his impulse.

It's really... not so good.

It was just a short dream—the light he had seen and touched appeared in his dreams, and it was becoming more and more unsatisfying for him.

He is more and more longing for the real light, the impulse comes so violently and violently, it makes him suspect that he has returned to the age of seventeen or eighteen when his consciousness just sprouted, otherwise how could he control himself as soon as he saw something he likes like a young boy? Can't stop thinking about it?

He is 28 years old, and he should cherish the one he likes, especially when he is still young, so he should take care of it carefully and do his best to protect it.

Before doing something scarier, did he keep a little distance from Guangli?

Gojo Satoru thought about it seriously, using the time he spent to stop the blood on his lips for Hikari and then carried Hikari out of the bathroom and put him back on the bed, then he decided not to distance himself.

Anyway, he can bear it quite well, he has endured it for more than ten years from the high school to now, why can't he bear it now?

Even Guangli, um, should be able to hold back...

"It's getting late, so I won't disturb Guangli."

Gojo Satoru gently rubbed Hikari's hair: "Go to sleep, good night."

Today's share is enough, if you stay longer, it will be too much, come again tomorrow.

However, as soon as he turned around, the footsteps of leaving stopped.

Wei Guangli grabbed the corner of his clothes.

That force was obviously not strong at all, but it just made the strongest conjurer nailed in place.

Gojo Satoru didn't dare to turn his head back, but the cornerless vision of the six eyes allowed him to see the burning red slowly emerging from Guangli's face.

Should!

He clenched his fists.

"Teacher, did you come here every night before?" When Guangli asked this question, he was very embarrassed and even started to regret it.

Why Shin, Gojo Satoru is gone, why not just let him go!

"You used to...why didn't you wake me up?"

Still asked, Guangli felt relieved, his head lowered lower and lower.

Gojo Satoru, who had his back turned to him, said in a relaxed tone: "Seeing that he is sleeping so soundly, the teacher can't bear to disturb you."

But he slept soundly before, and every time he woke him up in the middle of the night, Wujo Satoru couldn't bear to see him.

Although he thought so in his heart, Hikari quickly let go of Gojo Satoru's clothes as if he had been scalded.

"Oh, that's it..." After a hesitant answer, Guangli lowered his head and said, "Good night, teacher, too."

The shadow cast by Gojo Goto's tall figure above him hasn't receded for a long time, and he looked up hesitantly in the light after waiting for a while, just in time to see Gojo Goto turn around, raise his eyebrows and smile at him, his heart thumped in panic.

"teacher?"

"Suddenly it occurred to me that I haven't been back to the teacher's dormitory for a long time, and now I should clean it when I go back. Why don't I take the teacher in for a night in Guangli tonight, okay?" Gojo Wu counted as leaving.

Guangli shrank back a bit: "Student Fu Hei—"

"Hey, it's so late, did Hikari ask the teacher to wake Kei up? What about classmate Ai?"

"You also have a house in Tokyo?"

"But I'm sleepy now, and I don't want to leave." Gojo Wujo tilted his head and played tricks.

He was determined to stay.

Who made Guangli pull him when he wanted to leave?

It is easy to ask God, but it is difficult to send God away.

Guangli hugged his knees in embarrassment, and soon heard the rustling of clothes, looked up and opened his eyes wide.

Gojo Gojo, who had already taken off his coat, took off his blindfold, put his coat on the back of the chair in front of the desk, kicked off his shoes, and climbed onto the bed.

Guangli hurriedly wanted to get out of the bed from the other side, but Gojo Satoru directly stretched him into his arms, picked up the quilt and covered it: "What are you running, don't you sleep at night?"

With his face pressed against his chest through the shirt, he felt the slight vibration of his chest when he spoke, and suddenly he didn't know where to put his arms.

With a snap, the lights in the dormitory were turned off.

"The teacher knows that he hates it, but bear with it for now. The teacher is too sleepy and doesn't want to move. I have a fight with the supervisor..."

As he spoke, Gojo Satoru's sleepy voice became lower and lower, and finally disappeared completely, leaving only the sound of slightly heavy breathing.

Fall asleep so soon?

I looked up in the light of his arm, and I couldn't see anything from his closed-eyed face. I tried to escape from his embrace, but I was immediately hugged by him like a pillow.

It's over, now it's my turn to not be able to sleep.

Thinking of this, Hikari tried to close his eyes, but unexpectedly fell asleep soon.

After Hikari fell asleep, Gojo Satoru opened his eyes and bent the corners of his lips, then lowered his head and kissed Hikari's forehead lightly, then closed his eyes again and fell asleep.