Chapter 91 I work so hard!

Gojo Satoru was lying on the bed in the study. The folding bed was 1.8 meters long. He couldn't stretch his legs fully when he slept on it, and he looked a little cramped.

Gong Zhili stood by the study door, hesitated for a moment, and said, "How about you come with me to the bedroom to sleep?"

Gojo Satoru suddenly sat up: "What did you say?!"

Gong Zhili realized it later, blushed, and stammered a little: "I, I mean you sleep on the lower bunk and I'll sleep on the upper bunk."

After the twins moved from their bedroom to the second floor, she hadn't decided what kind of large bed to make, so they continued to sleep in the original bunk bed, but the top bunk was left unused.

Gojo Satoru stood up from the folding bed quickly, grabbed his coat, and walked to the door in a few steps. He said seriously, "Do you know you're inviting me?"

Gong Zhili calmed down and said, "Are you suggesting that something extreme will happen to me?"

Gojo Satoru narrowed his eyes slightly, propping himself up on the doorframe with one hand, trapping Miya Chiri between him and the door. He said, "This invitation itself carries a hint. Men are always pushy. Chiri, you let me sleep in the bedroom, but you expect me to just sit there quietly in the other bed?" His voice lowered, a dangerous intensity. "Words spoken are like spilled water; they can't be taken back. And now I'm mindful of following my own desires when I receive hints."

His breath was very close, carrying with it the slightly cool air from outside and a hint of lingering dessert-like fragrance. Gong Zhili could clearly see his pale blue eyes, which were now focused on her face. She did not step back, but just looked up at him. The blush on her face had not completely faded, but her eyes had returned to their usual calmness, even a little scrutinizing.

The two of them stood facing each other silently at the door for a few seconds, and the air began to become a little sticky.

Finally, Gong Zhili sighed almost inaudibly, as if giving up some pointless insistence. She turned sideways, making way for the bedroom, and said lightly, "If you squeeze me, I'll kick you off."

Gojo Satoru's lips curled up in triumph, and he lowered his arm from holding the door open, following her naturally, as if he hadn't been the one emitting that oppressive feeling just now. "It'd be better if we squeezed in a little. It's so cold tonight."

The top bunk in the bedroom was empty, piled with clean, seasonal bedding. The bottom bunk had a plain, neatly made sheet. The room was small, and besides the bed, wardrobe, and dressing table, there was little space. Outside the window, snow fell silently, with only the occasional, subtle snapping sound of accumulated snow breaking twigs, further accentuating the stillness inside.

Gong Zhili pointed to the upper bunk: "Do you want to sleep on the top or the bottom?"

Gojo Satoru didn't even glance up, walking directly to the lower bunk and sitting down. The bed creaked slightly. He patted the spot beside him and looked up at her with a bright smile. "Of course, here. It's dusty up there, and what if I'm too heavy and fall?" He simply ignored Miya Chiri's option to sleep on the upper bunk. It would be embarrassing to ask the host to accommodate him.

Gong Zhili didn't refute, but just said: "Then go wash up first." She had already washed up before and was not sleepy at the moment. She walked to the window and sat down, opened the curtains and looked at the night outside which was slightly illuminated by the snow.

Gojo Satoru then stood up, picked up the luggage he had brought in, and went out. Gong Zhili walked to the bed, looked at it, hesitated for a moment, and lay down in it, covered himself with the quilt, faced the wall, and closed his eyes.

After a while, footsteps approached, the door was gently opened and closed, the lights were turned off, and only a faint light reflected from the snow outside the window came in through the gaps in the thick curtains, vaguely outlining the outline of the room.

The mattress beside him sank, bringing with it a gust of fresh moisture and the distinct scent of Gojo Satoru. His movements weren't gentle, but they weren't rough either. As he lay down, the space immediately felt cramped, and his body heat carried over from a distance.

Neither of them spoke. The bedroom was so quiet that they could hear each other's breathing and the occasional sound of branches broken by the snow outside the window.

Gong Zhili remained facing the wall, without moving.

There was a little distance between the two of them, but their breathing could be heard.

After a long time, so long that Gong Zhili thought he had fallen asleep, he gently placed one hand on her waist.

Gong Zhili's body tensed up almost imperceptibly for a moment.

The hand didn't move further, just wrapped around her loosely, the palm warm. Gojo Satoru's voice sounded behind her, very soft, almost blending into the quiet of the snowy night: "Chiri..."

She didn't respond, but she didn't push his hand away either.

He leaned a little closer, his warm breath brushing against the back of her neck, bringing a slight shiver to her. "Can you turn around? I want to see you."

Silence spread in the cold air, but Gong Zhili felt the heat spreading on his neck. The faint light of the snow outside the window shone in, outlining the vague outlines of the furniture. After a few seconds, Gong Zhili slowly turned around. In the darkness, his eyes were close at hand, like a deep pool reflecting the light of the snow.

Gojo Satoru's arms tightened, pulling her into his embrace. Her forehead rested against his chin, and she could feel the vibration of his chest and the warmth of his body coming through the material of his pajamas, dispelling the chill of the winter night.

"These days, I sometimes miss the quietness of your place." He whispered, his fingers unconsciously curling the ends of her hair scattered on the pillow. "It's so noisy outside, but when I think of you here, it doesn't seem so annoying anymore."

Gong Zhili listened quietly, then spoke softly, "Occasionally when I call and hear that things are going on over there, I wonder if you haven't had a good rest again."

He chuckled softly, his breath brushing over her head: "Are you worried about me?"

"Yeah." She responded in a soft voice.

This frank response seemed to please him, and he lowered his head and found her lips accurately.

The kiss started out lightly, with a hint of trial and cherishment, like a cautious confirmation after a long separation, but the longing accumulated during separation soon made the kiss deep and eager. He held her face in his hands, his fingertips gently brushing her cheeks, his breathing becoming heavier, blending in the quiet snowy night.

Gong Zhili's hand had crawled up his shoulder before she knew it, her fingertips tightening slightly, wrinkling the fabric of his pajamas. She closed her eyes and responded to his kiss earnestly, feeling the warmth and touch of his presence, filling the emptiness of the past moment bit by bit.

The breaths intertwined, the temperature rose, and Gong Zhili vaguely felt that the somewhat crowded bed seemed to be no longer so unbearable, but just right.

In between kisses, Gojo Satoru's lips moved to her ear, leaving a tingling sensation. He whispered, his voice hoarse and filled with undisguised desire: "Chiri, you miss me too, right?"

Gong Zhili didn't answer immediately, but raised her head and kissed him more deeply, then whispered with a slight breath: "...I thought so."

This answer and the proactive kiss seemed to have lit the final fuse, and everything that followed was a natural progression.

The clothes were removed in the chaos, the skin touched, the touch was clear and hot, the movements were a little clumsy and tentative, but more of it was the release after repression and the instinctive approach, as well as the particularly strong emotions due to longing. The bed made a continuous subtle sound, mixed with suppressed heavy breathing and the occasional low hum that was absorbed by the snowy night. Outside the window was the endless and silent falling snow, and inside the window was the body temperature and heartbeat intertwined with each other.

When he was emotional, Gojo Satoru paused for a moment and reached out to touch the pocket of the coat thrown beside the bed. The subtle sound of the plastic packaging being torn was particularly clear in the night.

Gong Zhili thought vaguely in the chaotic warmth that he had actually prepared it.

——

After the wave ended, both of them were covered with a thin layer of sweat. Gojo Satoru carefully avoided her and dealt with the used things before lying down again, pulling her back into his arms and hugging her tightly. Gong Zhili felt lazy and had no strength. Her face was pressed against his sweaty chest, and she could hear the strong and slightly faster heartbeat coming from inside, which slowly calmed down. The air was filled with a unique atmosphere after intimacy.

After hugging quietly for a while, Gong Zhili suddenly spoke, his voice still a little hoarse afterward: "Why did you prepare so thoroughly?"

Gojo Satoru rubbed his chin against the top of her head, his tone filled with undisguised pride and satisfaction: "Ever since we started dating, I've brought it with me every time I come to see you." He paused, then added, "What if? Look, it's already in use."

Gong Zhili was silent for a few seconds, then raised his head and bit his shoulder near the collarbone, neither lightly nor heavily.

"Hiss—" Gojo Satoru took a breath, but laughed softly, tightening his arms. "What? Am I not very foresighted? Do you want to…"

Before he could finish his words, Gong Zhili stopped him with a look. He suppressed his laughter in his chest and hugged her contentedly. Soon, his breathing became even and long, and he fell asleep first.

Gong Zhili, however, couldn't fall asleep for a moment. Listening to his steady breathing, feeling the unprecedented warmth and weight beside her, a strange and solid feeling enveloped her. The snow outside the window seemed to be falling harder, but the silence no longer felt empty. After a long time, she gradually fell asleep.

The next morning, Gong Zhili was awakened by the faint sounds of laughter and shoveling snow outside the window. There was no one around, but the warmth and the scent of Gojo Satoru still lingered in the quilt.

She stood up, feeling a little strange, but not unwell. She dressed neatly and walked out of the bedroom. Through the window, she saw a bustling scene in the yard. Yuji Itadori and Megumi Fushiguro were hard at work shoveling a path, while Miki Tsu and the twins were carrying snow beside them. Tennen Riko and Utaha An were the main snow shovelers, leading them on the path.

Gojo Satoru, the most capable guy, was making snowballs in a very unruly manner, trying to launch a sneak attack on Yuji. However, the angry Kei hit him on the back with a small snowball, causing the children to burst into laughter.

Seeing her appear, Gojo Satoru immediately turned his head. His pale blue eyes shone surprisingly brightly in the snow, filled with undisguised joy and a hint of flattery: "Good morning, Chiri! Did you sleep well?"

"Good morning." Gong Zhili responded, his eyes sweeping over the energetic people in the yard. The cold air in the early morning blew in with the freshness after the snow.

In the morning, while Gojo Satoru was being pestered by the children to play snowballs again, Miya Chiri took out his cell phone and sent a message to Ieiri Naoko.

[The medicine you mentioned earlier, there is no need to prepare it for now.]

Glass replied quickly: "Oh? Looks like it's going well? Is Gojo okay?"

Gong Zhili paused, thinking back to the feelings of last night and this morning, and replied: [Yeah, he's... fine, don't worry.]

Glass sent a meaningful emoji, followed by another message: [That's good, but still be careful. Let me know if you need anything.]

【I understand. Thank you, Glass.】

For the next few days, Gojo Satoru, just as he'd said, stayed in the village under the pretext of "lacking off for a few days." He'd sometimes help with odd jobs during the day, but more often he'd play with the children or wander around the village, drawing curious and awe-inspiring glances from the villagers, especially the young ones.

And at night, he always found various reasons to squeeze into Gong Zhili's bedroom.

On the first night, he stood at the door hugging a pillow, his face serious: "That folding bed in the study is really going to collapse. I heard the screws loosening. Zhili, you have to take me in, right?"

The next day, he followed me in directly after taking a shower, with a very good reason: "It's too cold outside, and the heater in the study seems to be broken. Do you want me to catch a cold?"

On the third day, he didn't even make an excuse. When Gong Zhili looked over, he said confidently and a little coquettishly, "I want to hold you while I sleep. Just tonight, okay?"

Every time Gong Zhili saw him like that, she would say nothing, tacitly agreeing. The bed was indeed a bit crowded for two people, and they inevitably slumped against each other every night. Gojo Satoru was no quiet roommate, so physical contact was common, and it was only natural that things would develop into the final step.

One afternoon a few days later, Gong Zhili was messaging with Gaozi again, chatting about daily trivial matters.

Glass casually asked, "Is Gojo still with you? Didn't he cause you any trouble?"

Gong Zhili thought for a moment and replied: [It's still there, no problem, but...]

What is it?

Gong Zhili typed: [He seems to want it... every night. Are all men like this?]

Glass's phone showed it was typing for a while before sending a message: [...In the honeymoon phase, and just starting to have sex, understand that being energetic is a good thing, it means he's in good health. But if you find it annoying or uncomfortable, you can just kick him out, don't indulge him.]

Miya Chiri stared at the screen, her lips twitching slightly. She looked up through the window and saw Gojo Satoru trying to stuff a small snowball into Yuuhito's collar in the yard, causing him to run around the yard screaming. Megumi tried to stop him, while Tsu Miki and the twins watched with laughter.

She retracted her gaze and replied to Glass: [I see. It's not that I'm annoyed, I'm just a little surprised.]

She was surprised by his almost clingy persistence, and also surprised that she didn't seem to really reject him. No matter what he looked like in the eyes of others, he was always so enthusiastic and unreserved in front of her, and she felt... this feeling was not bad.

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The author has something to say: It’s really clear water.