God is still on the way to recovery

Gojo Satoru was praying.

Near the water tower, this prayer was directly heard by the gods.

Uramo opened his eyes and looked at the humans around him. He was busy taking care of himself as soon as he entered the door, so he didn't have time to change his shirt. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. Because of the tossing in the bathroom just now, the sleeves and front were still stained with water. Look Looking more embarrassed than usual.

Gojo Satoru also realized that his shirt was wet with water and sweat on his body. The young master Wujo was always used to being served by others, and he suddenly changed his role to serve others. , just lying on Mao Mao's body for a while, and finally being pushed by someone to take a shower and change clothes, and when he came out, he would pester the other party to blow-dry his hair. Mao Mao is used to cleaning the house and preparing food when he is at home. Okay, so Gojo Satoru only needs to bring back some favorite snacks and drinks every time, because as long as Urashige is at home, there will be hot food waiting for him.

"Sorry, praying with you like this, just wait for me."

Although Gojo Satoru was careless, he still cared about his image in front of his lover, so he unbuttoned his shirt with one hand, took his own clothes from the closet, and went to the bathroom to wash them briefly.

Washing off the tiredness of a busy day with hot water, wiping the hair with a towel, Gojo Gou went out and noticed that the refrigerator door in the kitchen was open, and Uramo slowly stood up from the lighted door, holding a package of plastic-wrapped kelp in his hand— — That’s the ingredient for miso soup.

"This can't be eaten." After snatching the kelp away in a second, Gojo Wu heard heartbroken that the other party's stomach growled.

His box of snacks can only temporarily soothe the stomach, and anyone lying on the bed hungry would probably suffer from insomnia.

"wait for me."

Gojo Satoru couldn’t get takeout orders in the middle of the night, so Gojo Satoru was worried about letting Mao Mao go to the convenience store alone at home, so he resignedly unpacked the seaweed, took out the frozen fish and sauce from the refrigerator, and recalled that he usually lay on his stomach Mao Mao watched the other party's food preparation steps behind him, thawed the frozen fish in the microwave, cut into pieces, and put it in the pot for seasoning.

The rice cooker only takes about [-] minutes to steam the rice. During this period, the soup is cooked. Since it is the first time to make food, in order to ensure the edibleness of the food, Gojo Wu specially tasted the taste of the finished product first—it was still delicious. Yes, sure enough he is omnipotent.

It took a lot of hard work to make a simple meal. Since there were no fresh ingredients such as tofu, the soup ingredients were relatively simple. However, the hungry people did not dislike it. They sat at the table and ate the soup and rice seriously.

Seeing Mao Mao eating slowly, Gojo Satoru breathed a sigh of relief, took out his mobile phone and looked at the information, he had a task in Nagasaki tomorrow, he thought about how to get it done in the shortest time, and then took him to the hospital for a follow-up visit However, modern medicine is still effective, and maybe it can give some suitable suggestions.

The person in front of him put down the bowl and chopsticks, and Gojo threw the tableware into the dishwasher very familiarly. After starting it, he saw Mao Mao waiting for him at the table.

"Eat enough, take a good rest."

In the bedroom, Gojo Satoru was lying on his side, looking at the sleeping faces of the people around him with his eyes half downcast, feeling a little insomnia.

Looking at the side face of the other person like this, seeing awakening from a dream, the bedroom after the lights are turned off is quiet and comfortable, and there is faint light from city street lights outside the curtains, Gojo Satoru blinked, and suddenly felt a faint light flashing away , leaving a fleeting trace in the projection on the floor.

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Unable to help propping up his upper body, Gojo Satoru quietly got out of bed and walked to the window, opening the curtain a little.

The cumulus clouds that covered the sky dissipated at some point, and the night sky showed a kind of bright, dark and translucent light. Under such a clear sky, all the stars were wantonly showing the whole picture. A ray of meteors passed by, and soon, another one followed.

The flow of Perseus is large, and the stars are bright. You can see thousands of them in one night. It is not difficult for Gojo Satoru to guess whose masterpiece this is. Rubbing into each other's arms, the figures of the two overlapped, and the shooting star behind them fell gracefully with their long tails.

The other kind of peace of mind made Gojo Satoru feel interested in going to bed, and had a strong premonition that the other party would definitely recover when he woke up tomorrow, and they could continue to live and fight like they used to.

In the middle of the night, Gojo Satoru felt something pressing on his chest.

The heavy weight reminded him of those large cursed skeletons of the night moth. One or two of them were so powerful that they knocked people down, and when they sat on the chest, they almost vomited out their internal organs.

Opening his eyes with difficulty, he could see that the time had not passed, because the sky outside was still dim, and the Perseus was still passing by. He noticed that the place where the person was sleeping was empty. He looked up and saw a bright pair of Bright red looked over slowly, like a large feline beast, its pupils shrunk, and it stared at itself viciously.

"You let him change the weather?"

This is the other party's first sentence.

Gojo Satoru went to find the remote control to turn on the light, a little confused, and asked the other party to grab the collar of the pajamas in a second, and pulled up his upper body compulsively. The two looked at each other, breathing close at hand.

"No wonder he fell asleep so quickly, you really have the ability to ask him to do things for you."

Finally regaining consciousness from the chaos in his head when he woke up, Gojo Satoru realized that this was another state of 楪 in front of him.

Without the control of the original owner, the irascible character became vicious. He looked at the meteor outside the window, then at the human in his hand, and said, "Greedy."

"What?" Gojo Satoru asked.

"I also want him to accompany you to watch the fragments of this comet."

The scientific name of Meteor makes it lose its original artistic conception and sentiment in an instant.

Gojo Satoru was choked, and said frankly: "I haven't seen Mao for a week, of course I want him to spend more time with me."

"Didn't you deliberately not go to him out of your own selfishness?"

Those selfishness had no place to hide in the eyes of the evil phase, Gojo Satoru sat up straight with difficulty, and broke free from the claws holding his collar. At this moment, he was sitting on Gojo's lap, and the two were still close to each other. The red pupils who see through everything did not let go of Gojo Satoru's expression, but the latter said calmly: "It's my selfishness, but so what?"

How could there be no selfishness towards the person he likes, Gojo Satoru deliberately provocatively said: "I have more selfishness, do you want to read them all?"

Usually, he can hold back and hide those unknown thoughts, but his bad personality makes him occasionally have some thoughts, which may not be known to Momo, and some details that are revealed are attributed to possessive desire by Momo.

Evil Phase sneered: "What a dangerous guy, I shouldn't tolerate you approaching him."

His birth is to eliminate all hidden dangers that may threaten the ontology, and temptation and test are his strong points.

Gojo Satoru laughed, and lightly tapped his index finger on the opponent's heart: "But he likes it."

There is nothing you can do if you can't get used to it, because Mao Mao likes him.

These words seemed to provoke the other party's anger.

Gojo Satoru felt the weight on his chest, and he lay back on the bed. Then, he saw the evil figure bullying him, his red pupils glowing coldly.

"Yes, he likes it. In terms of appearance, you are indeed the best among human beings." Slowly leaning over and unbuttoning the pajamas one by one with his fingertips, he said viciously, "I should be the first to enjoy the treasures in the world. If you really like him, So don't show any resistance now?"

Laughing viciously, seeing the conjurer's pajamas being lifted off, the blue eyes were frightened for a moment.

The Evil Phase mocked: "Can't accept the passive state?"

Gojo Satoru struggled: "This is a matter of principle, you are not him."

The movement of the evil figure stopped and sat there for a long time without moving.

Gojo Satoru asked, "Mu, are you really going to do this?"

Let's not talk about anything else, suddenly being suppressed, the strongest shock is not fake.

But the movement of the person in front of him gradually stopped. After the strong declaration, he slowly closed his eyes, and then fell sideways on the soft mattress.

With the pressure off his body, Gojo Satoru quickly closed his pajamas, turned on the light, and shook the people around him.

"Are you ok?"

Matsuo, who was lying on his side, let out a soft snort, and finally opened his eyes. This time, they were normal green eyes. Gojo Satoru heaved a sigh of relief with that kind of gentle and peaceful feeling.

It's recovered, and it's already a normal Ushio.

"I almost had an accident just now." Mu Mao murmured, thinking that if he regained the initiative of his body a little later, things might go in a strange direction.

Gojo Satoru pondered for a moment, then asked, "Trinity, have you ever had such thoughts in your mind?"

Yu Mao was speechless, and asked, "Are you okay?"

The strongest shook his head honestly.

Miao Mao rolled his eyes at him, and said frankly: "I'm afraid of being tired, and I don't want to be the one above."

Gojo Satoru is extremely grateful for his lover's laziness and poor physical strength.

At least there is no need to worry about role reversal in the future.