Chapter 34 Picking up flowers in the morning and evening 4

The paper sliding door was flung open, and Gojo Satoru rushed into the room, filling it with sunlight.

He was waving the new strawberry daifuku packaging bag in his hand, and his smile was almost overflowing from behind his black sunglasses.

"Jay! I got the limited edition Kikufuku. It wasn't easy to get the last box—"

On the tatami, Geto Suguru lowered his eyes, concentrating on the ancient spell book spread out on his knees, like a silent painting.

He only raised his eyes when he heard the noise, and his eyes only glanced at it lightly before returning to the spell book in his hand. His voice was distant and cold.

"Eat it yourself, Satoru."

Gojo Satoru looked at the familiar back. In his memory, the person who would take the Daifuku with a smile and reach out to straighten his collar seemed as far away as through the mist.

The Geto Suguru in front of him seemed to have turned into the figure who turned around and left without looking back. The air around him suddenly became thin, and the whole world began to twist and spin.

Gojo Satoru froze in place, his fingertips unconsciously crumpling the packaging bag, the crisp sound of the plastic being particularly harsh in the silent room.

Birds were chirping outside the corridor. Gojo Satoru rubbed his wooden clogs back and forth on the threshold before finally stepping over the shoji door.

"Jie..." He leaned closer tentatively, his voice softening unconsciously, "Is the medicine at home too bitter today? It's a Kikufuku!"

Geto Suguru paused in turning the pages, then quickly resumed his mechanical rhythm.

"Don't let your imagination run wild."

Before he could finish his words, warm fingers suddenly grabbed the back of his neck, and Gojo Satoru pressed his whole body on top of him as if to play tricks.

"Those who lie will be tickled!"

Geto Xia Yu turned his head to avoid the rogue fingers, but did not push away the person who was clinging to his back.

His falling hair brushed against the red corners of Gojo Satoru's eyes. He finally sighed softly and turned around to lightly hook his fingertips on the other's crooked collar: "No, I'm just a little tired."

Geto Suguru closed the book and stood up, bringing with him a slight breeze, but this breeze seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, pressing down Gojo Satoru so hard that he couldn't breathe.

He watched the other person move away step by step. His legs seemed to be nailed down, unable to move at all. His heart was beating wildly in his chest, and the only sound in his ears was the roaring heartbeat.

Suddenly, Geto stopped and turned around. Gojo Satoru tensed, almost ready for him to say something decisive again.

However, Geto Suguru just sighed lightly, walked back, reached out to straighten Gojo Satoru's crooked collar, his movements gentle yet somewhat helpless.

"You still can't take care of yourself."

There was warmth of the old times in his nagging words, but when Gojo Satoru tried to catch his evasive gaze, he only saw a shadow cast by his eyelashes.

"Jie, you're becoming more and more like an old lady."

Gojo Satoru deliberately prolonged the last syllable of his words, but the corners of his eyes curved in a cunning arc.

The white cursed energy turned into a playful light spot, wrapping around Geto Suguru's wrist.

The two people's cursed power merged again.

The white cursed energy flowed through his fingertips and seeped into Geto Suguru's clothes.

The purple color that was originally as flamboyant as a blazing flame began to blend seamlessly with the freely flowing white ripples, forming a vortex-shaped circuit in the meridians.

He could clearly feel the double heartbeat in his chest and the fluctuations of cursed energy in Geto Suguru's body.

All the hidden worries and tenderness were fully revealed in the cycle of spell power.

Gojo Satoru looked at the face so close to him, and the smile on his lips became brighter.

"I knew it, Jay likes me the most."

He leaned forward with a smile and wanted to kiss the other person's cheek, but Geto Suguru's face slid to the side.

He was stunned.

But Geto Suguru had already turned around.

"I'm tired. I'm going to take a nap first. We can talk about it when I wake up."

His words were unquestionable, and Gojo Satoru could only withdraw his arm awkwardly.

Geto Xia Yu returned to his room, lay on the bed and closed his eyes.

Silence stretched between the two.

Geto Suguru stared at his slightly trembling fingertips. The dark lines maintained by the five cursed forces were faintly hot under his skin.

That was Gojo Satoru's cursed power flowing through his meridians.

Just like the night of the One Hundred Demons Night Parade, Wu poured his cursed power into his meridians without reservation, like feeding a dying cub, allowing him to absorb strength.

Geto Suguru's heart was beating, but he thought it was just an illusion caused by two overlapping heartbeats.

He is indeed very tired these days, so he will be fine after a good sleep.

Gojo Satoru curled up at the head of the bed, staring at Geto Suguru who was breathing evenly. His fingertips tried to touch him several times, but then suddenly retracted as if burned by invisible flames.

Gojo Satoru turned over and lay down with his back to Geto Suguru, but his eyes were wide open, staring at the ceiling without blinking.

"Jie..." he called softly, his eyes sad and hazy.

Xia Yujie's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the black pupils under his eyelashes moved slightly, but he did not wake up.

"sorry..."

He closed his eyes and opened his lips slightly: "I shouldn't have used that method to force you to stay by my side."

The whispered apology echoed in the room for a long time.

"I just thought Jay was asking me for help, but I'm really stupid..."

Gojo Satoru's cheek was pressed against the pillow, tears falling silently.

The silent sigh, accompanied by the sound of clothes rubbing against each other, was particularly clear in the silence.

Xia Yujie patted the other person's back gently: "Go to sleep, I'm here with you."

…

The early morning sunlight slanted into the room. Gojo Satoru suddenly opened his eyes, and the pillow was empty.

The bedding was still warm, but there was no sign of Geto Suguru.

He sat up suddenly, his silver hair sweeping through the cold air, and the special perception brought by the fusion surged in his body.

"Jie?" The voice hit the empty walls.

However, he did not see the figure he wanted to see.

Gojo Satoru walked barefoot on the floor, his fingertips stroking the bed sheets where they had held hands last night, and the touch still had slight wrinkles.

The perception spread like a spider web, sweeping across the entire courtyard. No, no, still no...

He rushed out of the bedroom.

"Jay?" he called out in surprise.

"Where have you been? I've looked everywhere, but I can't find you."

Gojo Satoru grabbed Geto Suguru's sleeve and muttered to himself while looking him up and down.

Geto Xia Yu looked at the impatient young man in front of him, smiled warmly, and rubbed the bangs on his forehead soothingly.

But he remained silent in response to Gojo Satoru's question, with his brows deeply furrowed.

Gojo Satoru paced impatiently in front of him, repeatedly asking, "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

He put his hand on Geto Suguru's shoulder, wanting to check if there was anything wrong with him.

However, Geto Suguru just shook his head but did not reject Gojo Satoru's touch.

"I was negligent."

There was a hint of apology in Xia Yujie's eyes, "I just wanted to go to the yard and replace the flowers in the room. Seeing that you were sleeping so soundly, I didn't have the heart to wake you.

I didn't expect that I would make you worried. I should have told you."

"It doesn't matter. I'm almost asleep anyway. If Jay wants to go somewhere else, let's go together!"

Gojo Satoru took Geto Suguru's hand and walked towards the door happily.

But Geto Suguru didn't answer.

He looked down at the other person's right hand, which was held in his palm.

That was his own power, the power he had before he merged with Wu.

Gojo Satoru noticed his gaze and glanced at him sideways, smiling brightly. "What's wrong, Jie?"

Geto Summer Oil shook his head: "Nothing."