Chapter 32 Picking up flowers in the morning and evening 2

The tilted tatami mat of Gojo Satoru glowed with a warm light in the twilight, and Gojo Satoru was lying on his back in the center.

The snow-white eye mask hung loosely around her neck, and her azure eyes reflected the swaying light and shadow on the ceiling.

Gojo Satoru suddenly grinned, a cunning glint in his eyes.

Without waiting for Geto Suguru to react, he rolled towards Geto Suguru like a silver-white cannonball.

The straw mat rustled as he passed by, raising a tiny sound.

Before Geto Suguru could frown and dodge, Gojo Satoru had already crashed into his arms, wrapped his long arms around his shoulders, and hit his chin hard on Geto Suguru's shoulder.

"Jie——", the ending tone with a warm breath, wrapped in a call, fluttered on the back of the neck.

Gojo Satoru did a sit-up, and half of his body stood up from the tatami, then fell onto Geto Suguru's shoulder.

"Are you really pregnant? I want to see it!" He reached over with his long arm, grabbed the hem of her clothes and started taking them off.

Xia Yujie tried to push him away with a cold face, but he was entangled even tighter.

"Wu, you're not satisfied with your fight with the curse spirit, so you want to continue the fight with me, right?"

Unable to push it away, Geto Suguru gave up.

He hooked his fingertips around the collar and gently pulled it, smoothing out the crooked wrinkles.

Gojo Satoru lay on Geto Suguru, tilted his head and stared at his friend's drooping eyelashes, then suddenly stretched out his hand and made a scissors gesture.

Like a restless big cat, he can't help but grab a handful of fur balls when he sees them.

"Hey, but Jay, you're a mama-san now, you can't hit me—"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was hit on the forehead. The steel coin touched his face, but it was neither light nor heavy.

"Satoru, you really do want to fight."

"Come on, it's obviously Jay who wants to fight. It must be the rotten orange that's causing the problem. Why don't we just go back to Tokyo?"

Gojo Satoru said this with a look of disgust on his face, jumped up from the tatami, and tried to grab Geto Suguru.

"Wu, please let your elders go for now. They're all going bald lately because of you.

"The Directorate will be here again this afternoon, please be kind.

Let them rest for a while."

Geto Xiayou sighed helplessly and raised his hand to pat the other person's head.

"Then I'll listen to Jay and let Rotten Orange and the others go, but I have a request."

After saying that, Gojo Satoru made another scissors hand gesture.

"Um, what?"

"Jie, you are not allowed to sneak away from me again."

Xia Yujie was stunned when he saw the cat's hand, and then he gently touched the other person's forehead.

"Got it, Satoru."

Geto Suguru agreed readily, but Gojo Satoru was stunned for a moment.

Gojo Satoru raised his claws and scratched Geto Suguru's elbow, not giving in.

"Jie, make sure you don't lie to me anymore, or I'll be super pissed."

Okay, I promise, I will never lie to you again.

"Yeah."

Gojo Satoru was finally satisfied and rubbed his head against the other person again.

The two of them just huddled together intimately, no one speaking.

At the same time, in the tea room separated from the main courtyard by two courtyards.

The screen blocks the candlelight, and the ancient vines entwined in the shadows divide the light hanging on the wall.

They were none other than the seven elders of the Gojo family.

The white-haired old man in the lead was wrapped in a thick black brocade robe, his fingers covered with age spots tightly grasping a cane engraved with spells.

The cloudy eyeballs were like glass beads covered with gray, so old that even their movement was accompanied by a slight sound.

Next to him was a middle-aged man with a straight back, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. His stiff eyes were like a scalpel as he swept across the elders.

His hands would occasionally stroke the cursed tools at his waist, as if he was assessing the degree of threat in front of him.

Several elders were not to be outdone, their cloudy eyes were sharper than knives.

The cold rays in the air were even more biting than the bitter north wind blowing outside.

No one on either side spoke.

The silence and dead stillness made the smell of gunpowder in the air even stronger.

The man in the standard black suit had his jaw clenched, his left hand unconsciously pressing on the curse tool, his Adam's apple rolling up and down as he swallowed.

The maid, her hair half covering her face, held the tea tray to her chest, her slightly trembling fingertips revealing her inner anxiety.

They were like puppets, standing stiffly in the rhythm of the elders' breathing, not even daring to move the corners of their clothes to make the slightest sound.

"Squeak--" the carved wooden door was pushed open, bringing in a gust of wind.

The sandalwood that had not yet dissipated in the inner room was carried by the wind and rushed out of the house.

The tense atmosphere in the hall disappeared.

"Sir Satoru."

The white-haired old man in the lead slowly stood up and shouted respectfully.

"Hey, are you all here?" Gojo Satoru asked lazily, supporting his chin with one hand.

"Master Wu, according to regulations, after the removal of the cursed spirit, you should hand over the body of the cursed spirit to the family doctor. So please..."

Gojo Satoru raised an eyebrow, "But I told you. I won't hand Jie over to you. If you want Jie, find him yourself."

Gojo Satoru spread his hands, with an attitude of indifference and nonchalance.

"You...is this the attitude of your Gojo family?"

A middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses, his face was a little distorted.

His eyes were as sharp as a knife, and he turned and shattered them on the Great Elder.

"The attitude of the head of the family is the attitude of the Gojo family." The elder was calm and looked back indifferently.

"Good, good, very good, very good."

The man with glasses swung his sleeves and said, "In that case, just wait for the summons from the General Directorate!"

"Goodbye."

Gojo Satoru waved his hands, with an expression that said, "If you want to fight, then fight me. If not, get out of here."

The man with gold-rimmed glasses was so angry that his eyes turned red and a mouthful of blood got stuck in his throat and almost spit out.

With a loud "bang", the door was slammed shut.

The Great Elder took a deep breath and slowly sat down.

"Master, I'm afraid we're going to suffer a loss this time."

"Then hand over Jie?" Gojo Satoru stroked his chin with one hand and squinted his eyes in thought.

"No!" Before the first elder even spoke, the third elder hastily rejected it.

"Your cursed energy is still connected to the Curse Spirit Master. Even if you want to hand it over, you have to wait until your cursed energy and the Curse Spirit Master's cursed energy are unfused."

The Third Elder had a worried look on his face, his face flushed with anxiety. "Master, you must not act rashly at this time."

"snort!"

As soon as the Third Elder finished speaking, Gojo Satoru let out a heavy nasal snort.

"This isn't allowed, and that isn't allowed. Just talk to the general manager yourself."

After saying that, he stood up and walked towards the door.

"Master, master!"

Seeing this, the third elder quickly stood up.

But Gojo Satoru ran faster than a cat. He ran to the door in a flash, turned around and grinned at everyone in the hall.

"I'm going to bed!"

"So, you're just putting all the problems on your elders?"

"Those idiots in the General Manager's Office are much harder to deal with than the Gojo family. Let them wrestle among themselves."

After Gojo Satoru finished speaking, he lifted his sleeves and lay back on the soft pillow.

Like a little kitten lying on the pillow, she was enjoying Geto Suguru's massage with a comfortable look on her face.

There was a cunning gleam in a pair of cat eyes.