Gojo has become My cat

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Chapter 65

    Light rain patters.

    It wet Shimizumian's eyelashes, and Wujo Wu's hair. Ten years later, Gojo Satoru has not changed much, but his aesthetics have become strange. The props that cover the six eyes have changed from the small round sunglasses in the past to black wide-rimmed goggles. The patch also doubles as a headband, raising his brilliant silver hair.

    ...like a badminton anthropomorphism.

    Qingshuimian couldn't look directly, but took another look.

    The upside-down snow-white silver hair was wet by the rain, and a few strands fell down, drooping on the black eye mask. In Qingshuimian's view, the charm of Wujo Satoru does not lie in his strength or sharp beauty, but in some small details that are casually revealed.

    For example, at this moment, the white hair hanging on the black eye mask is pure black and white, simple and extremely freehand, coupled with his slightly pursed lips, with a little moist powder hidden in the corner of the lips, the combination of desire and beauty .

    Although Wu Wu's aesthetics is no longer good, he seems to be more...

    Thinking about it, his wrist hurts. Turning his eyes, he saw Xia Youjie beside him smiling coldly.

    Getting closer to Qingshuimian again, his loose black hair brushed over Qingshuimian's face, dripping water from the tip of his hair, piercing his face like a needle.

    No longer pretending, he laughed. Laughter fell in the rain, rolling down like broken beads. When it was scattered, it was irreparable, and I could only watch everything shattered.

    But An Geji and the others looked over at the same time, their expressions full of dread and fear.

    Under the umbrella, Qing Shuimian quietly looked at the black-haired young man who was laughing and propping his forehead, and pursed his lips.

    He was clearly under an umbrella, but as if behind a curtain of rain, he couldn't see Xia Youjie clearly in front of him. The man shaking with laughter was holding the handle of the umbrella. When he was shaking with laughter, the umbrella was moved away, and the light rain fell again.

    This time, Qingshuimian felt cold.

    After laughing, Xia Youjie squeezed his wrist again and urged, "Don't delay."

    Noticing the watch on his wrist, Qing ShuiMian quickly glanced at it, it was four past seven in the afternoon.

    Even if it was physical sensation, the five minutes seemed to have passed.

    Could it be... there was a problem with the ten-year rocket launcher?

    She was suspicious in her heart, but she remained calm on the surface. Qing Shuimian pretended to ponder, procrastinating for time, and then slowly said, "I don't understand the current situation, I only know that Jie and Wu are still my good friends." "