Chapter 31 Picking up flowers in the morning and evening 1
The afterglow of the setting sun shattered into gold foil at the entrance of the alley, and Gojo Satoru's ice-blue pupils reflected Geto Suguru's blood-stained shirt.
The man who had lost one arm was sitting against the mottled brick wall, with veins bulging on his neck, but his expression was surprisingly relaxed.
Gojo Satoru keenly sensed the abnormal fluctuations in the cursed energy around Geto Suguru. The aura that should have been as hot as boiling magma was now as calm as a deep pool.
Faint cursed energy swirled among the ruins, whimpering like some dying beast.
Is it almost time?
Gojo Satoru, who was originally standing not far away, now took a few steps forward, slowly approached the crumbling figure, squatted down, and the tall figure curled up into a ball.
"Jie," Gojo Satoru's voice was very gentle.
Geto Summer Oil turned his head and looked over.
"May we meet again."
After hearing what Gojo Satoru said, Geto Suguru opened his eyes wide in surprise, and in the end he could only smile bitterly.
"At least say some curse words at the end."
The tone was teasing, with a hint of helplessness and doting, and it was indescribably intimate.
He didn't treat the enemy like he was coming to eliminate him, but instead treated him a bit like he did before the mission when he was waiting for Kikufuku to appear.
"Really..." Geto Suguru lowered his head. At this moment, he no longer had his usual sharp and crazy look. Only calm and quiet remained, and there seemed to be a smile at the corner of his lips.
Geto Suguru pressed himself against the wall without reservation, briefly gaining leverage.
He raised his head and looked at Gojo Satoru in front of him. His expression was calm but his lips were twisted in a very serious way. His Adam's apple rolled as he swallowed the sour taste.
Are you unhappy?
What should I do then, Wu?
Arcade challenge, I'm going to miss the appointment again.
Ah, that's too lame.
Even a random dream can be affected.
If Wu knew about this, he would laugh at him, right?
Geto Suguru copied it carefully.
Finally I have to admit that they are different.
The person in the dream and the Wu in front of him had completely different auras.
Is it because of me?
Are you feeling sorry for me?
But in reality, we are standing on opposite ends.
However, perhaps the dream was too real, so real that he could clearly remember the warmth of Gojo Satoru's palm, and remember that he used his six eyes to analyze his every reaction in detail.
The loose wind blew down the leaves, creating ripples in the pool of blood.
"Satoru, come here."
The ending tone is slightly raised, with a hint of temptation.
A sickly blush appeared on Geto Suguru's pale face, and his eyes, which were usually as hazy as amethyst, were now burning with a strange flame.
Gojo Satoru paused.
As far as he could remember, Geto Xiayou rarely called him like that. Years of tacit understanding made him instinctively realize that something was wrong, but he couldn't resist taking a step forward.
Gojo Satoru's Adam's apple rolled, and his six eyes frantically warned against Geto Suguru's chaotic cursed energy fluctuations, but they completely shut down when the other party suddenly approached.
The distance between them was so short that they could hear each other's breathing, and Geto Suguru's hand was still hooked around his neck.
Gojo Satoru's pupils suddenly shrank and his body tensed up instantly.
The pressure from the Infinite Void gathered around, and the ground in the alley began to crack.
The reversal technique leaked out along with the cursed energy.
Is it a kiss?
Jay?
Kissing him!
This kiss was not like the innocent joke in his memory, but carried a kind of decisive strength.
Gojo Satoru wanted to shout excitedly and rushed forward happily.
There seemed to be a big white tail behind it, swinging back and forth in each jump.
Then Gojo Satoru lay on Geto Suguru, pried open Geto Suguru's teeth with his tongue, and wreaked havoc in his mouth.
Geto Suguru's teeth also turned back and bit Gojo Satoru's lower lip fiercely, as if he wanted to crush and swallow all the unspoken hatred and unwillingness.
He placed his hands on Geto Suguru's shoulders, but trembled slightly when he touched the thin body.
He could feel the weakness of Geto Suguru's cursed power, which was simply the end of his strength.
Xia Yujie bit his teeth hard and squeezed out a few words, "Kill me."
Gojo Satoru's heart was beating violently, and his deep dark eyes seemed to be burning with rage in the moonlight.
Kill him!
How dare he ask for that!
After you kissed him?
Gojo Satoru's cursed power surged like a flood, but he forcibly suppressed it.
He gasped and pushed away Xia Youjie, with complicated emotions in his eyes: "Why?"
Xia Youjie stumbled back, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, but he still had a provocative smile on his face: "I don't want to go back."
The moment Rokugan opened, the emotions surging in Gojo Satoru's eyes made Geto Suguru's breathing pause.
It was an almost insane possessiveness, mixed with wounds that had not healed for many years.
Fine snowflakes floated in the sky and gradually turned into swan feathers.
Snowflakes fall softly, covering the black hair with white hair, and casting a hazy white veil over the world.
The cold wind swirled the snow foam, blowing the snow off the black hair and onto the dead branches, stone steps and eaves.
The lights were dyed into warm yellow spots, and only the rustling sound of falling snow remained.
The thin branches of the bamboo broom swept through the cracks in the blue bricks, gathering the accumulated water and dead leaves into small piles.
The rough bamboo threads scraped against the ground, making a rustling sound, and the raised dust fluttered in the slanting sunlight.
Mixed in the spring morning light, it shines obliquely into the corridor.
Asha, wearing an indigo hakama, was standing on tiptoe to wipe the pillars.
Her black hair was loosely tied into a bun, with a few strands hanging down beside her flushed cheeks, and her neck was covered with grass clippings from cleaning.
A Tao, who was standing aside, had her hair combed into a bun on her side. The cuffs of her scarlet flying sleeves had been washed white, revealing half of her wrist wrapped in a Band-Aid. As she held a wooden bucket filled with clear water, the cheap glass bell on her wrist jingled.
Axia's hand holding the rag suddenly stopped, she looked around, lowered her voice, and moved closer to Atao.
"I heard they say the new lady is a commoner who doesn't even know the most basic techniques! Is that true?"
"Where did you hear that?" A Tao looked at A Xia in confusion.
"My brother used to be the bodyguard of the family head. I overheard the elders asking him about the family head's senior position." Axia raised her chin proudly, looking very excited.
"Really?" Xiao Tao, who had two buns on her head, lowered her voice and came closer with sparkling eyes.
"When the elders talked about this two months ago, the head of the family was very impatient, but in the blink of an eye, he carried a commoner in."
She suddenly covered her mouth and looked around.
"The pregnancy-protecting soup that was stewed in the kitchen a few days ago... do you think it could be because..." Axia pouted and gestured for Atao to look at the closed door.
The spots of light filtering in through the paper window swayed on the tatami. A young woman, wearing a navy blue dress with silver chrysanthemum patterned furisode, was kneeling on a scarlet brocade cushion.
"No way..."
A Tao was a little skeptical. After all, everyone knew the master's temper.
How can civilians bear it?
She glanced towards the inner room again.
Seeing this, Axia was secretly delighted and quickly replied, "Why not? I heard the elders say it myself. It must be because she's pregnant that the Patriarch is so anxious!"
The vermilion nail polish holding the celadon tea cup contrasts beautifully with the amber tea soup.
Listening to the low voices coming from outside the corridor, his cunning eyes curved into crescent shapes.
He picked up the tea bowl and placed it to his lips, covering the corners of his mouth.
"Are you happy, Jie? I was slandered by them, right?"
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