Gojo has become My cat

49-50

Chapter 49

    The falling body sank into the only bed in the room.

    Like a snow-white lake condensed in winter, he lay on it, his soft snow-colored hair quietly sinking into the white sheets. And the blue winter clear sky reflected on the lake surface is like the collapse of the universe, shrunk into a tiny point, loaded in the beautiful ice blue eyes.

    The shoes and socks have been soaked and softened, and they are adsorbed on the feet. Gojo Satoru kicked his feet irritably, and then was held down by a hand. The owner of the hand warned: "Don't move."

    The voice was like the white foam from marble soda, clear and pleasant.

    Instinctively, he felt that he should listen to the voice. But the continuous feeling of confusion brought Wujo Satoru's naughty nature to the maximum, his feet swayed up and down, splashing countless water.

    "Wujo Wu!" The voice was troubled, but the tone was somewhat helpless.

    After understanding that he wasn't angry, Gojo Gojo burst out laughing. Then, the face was slapped by the towel thrown on the face. He whimpered twice and quickly covered his face.

    "Leave him alone." Compared with the previous voice, this voice was slightly lower, like a smoked voice.

    "I called Nitro and asked her to buy some clothes." Said a slightly smoky voice.

    "It doesn't need to be so troublesome." The first clear voice said, "It's troublesome to come here. I'll take care of the drunk Wu, you go shopping nearby. It's not too far from the Yokohama business district." Seeing that he was crying

    fake People cared, Gojo Satoru spread his five fingers, raised his head and peeked at the two people through the fingers. A boy with pure white hair was sitting on a chair beside the bed talking; the other was standing beside the boy with a shawl and black hair.

    The standing person paused for a moment, and suddenly asked: "Is it called Wu now?"

    ...The focus is too wrong!

    They are all smart people, and Qing Shuimian easily understood what Xia Youjie didn't say.

    After all, he used to be called Wutiaowu, and there were more Wutiaowu or Wutiaowu. Their relationship is not considered close, and it is indeed a bit abrupt to just call their names at this time.

    But just now in the bathroom, after being tossed around by Wujo Wu for a while, Qingshuimian was also tired. He raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose. He didn't want to explain, and he gave up his usual gentleness. He just said, "If you don't go, then come and I'll go shopping." "No!" Gojo Satoru, who was lying on the bed,

    protested , covered his face and patted the bed, "Stay here!" "

    ..." Xia Youjie looked at Gojo Wu lying on the bed, and then at Qingshuimian who was soaked all over, sitting there, he felt dizzy. The tops and trousers were still dripping and fell on the floor.

    "Let Nitro come." He insisted.

    Qingshuimian was really tired, he nodded indiscriminately, collapsed on the chair, motionless. Going to the balcony to contact Nitzi, Xia Youjie passed Wutiao Wu lying on the bed, looked at the soaked and limp socks on his feet, frowned, and bent over to help them take them off.