God is still on the way to recovery

After a week of silence in the apartment in Ota District, Tokyo, the lights were finally turned on again.

Kicking off his shoes, Gojo Satoru looked down at his arms.

Uramo folded his arms, let the other party support his knees and back at every turn, like a delicate doll, lying quietly in Gojo Satoru's arms, staring at him calmly, as if asking: Are you home, and then Woolen cloth?

There is no wave of emotion, and there is no such worldly desire at all.

Gojo Satoru felt that he was about to wilt.

How to invite a lover who has no idea about it at all?

Especially since he had already hinted at it just now, and the two hadn't seen each other for a whole week, and the time and place were obviously favorable, but the lover was completely out of shape, and even wanted to fall asleep directly, leaving him alone in the empty room.

Mu Mao exerted force on his waist, jumped easily, and landed firmly on the ground.

The floor was covered in the room, and there was a soft blanket on the sofa. I saw Mao Mao pacing to the imitation fur blanket, slowly curled up among the fluff, trying to wrap himself in the blanket.

"Wait, the carpet is not for sleeping." Gojo Satoru hurriedly pulled him back, and seeing the faint look of sleepiness under his eyes, he pointed to the bedroom at the end and said, "The bed is over there, it needs to be washed." Take a bath to sleep."

Uramo seemed to be ignorant, Gojo Satoru wrapped his arms around his waist and directly pulled him up. His well-trained arms were full of strength, and he lifted him almost easily, and took him to the comfortable and spacious bed by the bedroom door.

"The quilt is down, as soft as a cloud, you always like to sleep with the quilt rolled up, have you forgotten?" Gojo Satoru wanted to poke - poke the other's cheek, but Six eyes glanced at Ushimo, and there was a look on that beautiful face Still indifferent and calm without mechanism, he didn't respond to every memory of Gojo Satoru.

This time, the six-eyed conjurer vaguely had a guess.

"Are you awake?"

Uramo easily broke out of his arms, and after standing up straight, he tilted his head slightly, as if he didn't understand Gojo Satoru's meaning.

"Look, that is, you are the reincarnation of a god, and you have been recovering your power. Will you wake up after recovering all of it? What will happen to the recovery of the god? Will you return to Gao Tianyuan or something like that?"

The gods are always independent of the world. They sit in the sky and look down on the world. They don't participate in the bustling and bustling, but just watch quietly like a spectator.

I have heard the Tale of Bamboo Tori when I was a child. Kaguya Hime, who was reincarnated from heaven and man, was born in Takeuchi, and finally ascended to the sky and returned to the moon.

"you--"

Thinking of the ending of The Tale of Taketori, Gojo Satoru felt a strange palpitation grabbing his chest, and subconsciously clenched the opponent's arm.

"Can you stop rushing to soar up?"

In the ending of The Tale of Taketori, the people who lost Kaguya Ji fell into pain, the parents who raised her lost their beloved daughter, and the general who pursued her gave up the pursuit of immortality, waiting for death.

But there is also a saying that after the gods leave, the human beings who communicate with them in the world will gradually forget the little things they used to get along with the gods, and gradually, they will not even remember such a god.

No matter which kind, Gojo Satoru finds it very scary.

Finally, his panic seemed to pass from the clenched palm to Uramo.

With his left hand, 楪 supported Gojo Satoru's palm that was holding his arm, clasped his fingers lightly, and brought it to his lips.

Then, the light-colored lips lightly touched the back of Gojo Satoru's hand, and a faint familiar warm feeling spread from there. Gojo Satoru remembered that this was the ability to heal.

After the kiss was over, Matsuo stared at Gojo Satoru's face, held the other's hand and kissed again.

Gojo Satoru didn't understand what the other party was doing, so he withdrew his hand, wiped his face slowly, and asked in a brisk tone, "Are you sleepy?"

Using the healing ability several times in a row, even a god would feel tired, so Urashige nodded.

"I'll take you to the shower."

After adjusting the temperature of the shower to the right level, Gojo Satoru asked Urashige to sit in the bathtub, rinsed it with the shower first, and then refilled it with hot water.

The front of the bathtub is inlaid with a waterproof electronic screen, which allows people to watch dramas in a comfortable bath. Seeing Shigeru staring at the electronic screen, Gojo Satoru casually clicked on it, and the news was broadcast online.

In mid-August, a large-scale Perseid meteor shower can be seen in the northern hemisphere at night, and the hourly flow will reach hundreds, which is a rare astronomical visual feast.

Wujo Wujian Miao Shigeru - carefully watching the meteor trajectory full of the screen without blinking - straightened out the wet hair of the other party little by little.

"It's a pity that the weather in Tokyo has been bad for the past two days, otherwise we would be able to see meteors tonight."

Straightening out the broken hair by his ears, Gojo Satoru looked at the perfect side face of the other party, and the latter also looked over, staring at the conjurer's still slightly frowning brows, and grabbed the hand that was cutting his hair, and moved closer Yes, put your thin lips on the opponent's palm.

The cool mint smell of the shampoo made Ushio turn his head and sneezed. Gojo Satoru pulled the towel beside him and covered the opponent's head, asking puzzledly, "Why—just treat me, I'm not injured."

Healing power is not a cheap potion, so it is a waste to keep using it.

Hearing this, Matsuo raised his hand, and pressed his fingertips between Wujo Wu's eyebrows.

"There is no injury, why do you show a painful expression?"

Urashige's voice echoed erratically in the closed bathroom.

Gojo Satoru was a little sluggish.

All six eyes stared straight at the person in the bathtub for a long time without looking away.

Uramo still didn't have much expression on his face, but he held Gojo Satoru's hand tightly and slowly brought it close to his cheek.

"Kiss—it won't hurt anymore."

Sighing softly, as if dealing with the most difficult disease to cure, Ushio lowered his head, and slightly parted his thin lips to slightly enclose the conjurer's fingertips.

The bathroom was filled with steam, and Mao Mao's lips were like petals covered with dew, faintly stained with some rosy blood.

Gojo Satoru couldn't help pinching the opponent's chin with his backhand, and slowly brushed the restless lips with his thumb, watching them seem to be ripening berries, with a full fragrance, slowly turning bright red.

Such an aggressive action really made the other party uncomfortable.

Turning his face away from the big hand, Matsuo shook his slightly long hair, and suddenly got up straight away, Gojo Satoru was so startled that the magic spell was stuck for a while, a little hot water fell on the conjurer's cheek, Just watch the other party step out of the bathtub, and then stand on the bathroom floor tiles.

Gojo Satoru covered his face with one hand, grabbed the bath towel with the other hand and directly wrapped him around him, and half pushed him out of the bathroom with difficulty.

In the whistling sound of the hair dryer, Gojo Satoru kept silently chanting "Purity of heart and asceticism, the future will be long", as if possessed by a transcendent Buddhist philosophy, he would blow hair and put on pajamas without changing his face, and then directly throw the bed cover Put on the quilt.

If he can't taste Mao Mao's emotions, he doesn't know the attitude of the other party. In such a situation, if he acts impulsively and self-defeating, and makes Mao Mao hate it, then the gain outweighs the loss.

Today's Uramo has no emotions, but his behavior still shows concern for himself.

Gojo Satoru confirmed this when he was in the bathroom, watching the bed stretch out slowly, folded his hands on his chest, sleeping like a statue-like lover, Gojo Satoru decided to take a gamble.

"My lord, please let my lover regain his former vitality, and watch the Perseid meteor shower with me."