Chapter 52

Feng Hayarin looked at the innocent blue eyes of the culprit and puffed her cheeks in dissatisfaction.

Although she wanted to be angry, she felt that she had no temper when she saw that pretty face.

Finally, after thinking about it, she simply leaned over and took a bite of the face that was still slightly red. She didn't use force with her teeth, and it was more like a kiss than a bite. After all,

if she used force and left teeth marks, how could she go out to play tomorrow?

Feng Hayarin told herself so in her heart.

Gojo Satoru rubbed her cheek with his fingers, and the moisture seemed to penetrate through the skin, which quenched her thirst but also made her want more.

Noticing that the eyes were getting brighter and brighter, Feng Zha Lin immediately said: "Do you want to eat dessert?"

Gojo Satoru, who was suddenly interrupted, was a little confused but replied subconsciously: "Yes."

"Then let go, I'll get it for you." Feng Zha Lin patted the arm that was tightly wrapped around her waist like a python: "The cake is in the refrigerator."

The fragrant, soft and smooth pudding was more attractive than the cake. Gojo Satoru didn't want to let go, and his eyes were fixed on the faint red marks on the girl's body.

The skin was too white, and he didn't use much force, but it still left these cute marks.

Gojo Satoru: "Eat later."

Now he just wanted to hug his girlfriend who he hadn't seen for a long time and communicate with her.

The fluffy head rubbed against his shoulders, and the hair brushed across the skin, making it itchy.

So cute.

Before entering high school, Feng Zha Lin didn't believe in love at first sight, but the pair of pupils that were so beautiful that it was hard to describe in words made her greedy the moment she saw them for the first time. She

wanted to be reflected in those eyes and wanted this person to keep looking at her.

As long as Gojo Satoru stood there, she was full of joy. She was angry, annoyed, and coquettish. Each of them could speed up her heartbeat.

Did she really not drink the love potion by mistake?

By the time she came to her senses, Feng Zaolin's fingers were already deeply embedded in her frosty hair.

Gojo Satoru squinted comfortably, rolled his throat up and down, and deliberately rubbed his cheek against the palm of the girl's hand when she wanted to withdraw her fingers.

Sure enough, the girl chuckled, and inserted her slender fingers into her hair again. The kneading and pressing technique was so comfortable that the big cat wanted to spread out its belly and purr.

The coffee table was filled with fresh desserts, and the room was filled with the aroma of cream.

"My hands are sore." Feng Zaolin pinched her fingers and complained, "I won't rub you next time."

It's not that tiring to stroke Doraemon.

Every time she wanted to let go, a big cat would look at her with that kind of reluctant look. Unknowingly, she had been stroking this guy's fur for a long time.

Gojo Satoru came over with a strawberry daifuku in his mouth, and

said coquettishly, "Then I'll rub it for you next time~" "Forget it." Feng Haya Rin pinched the boy's bulging cheeks, his fingertips sank into the cotton candy-like touch, and said bluntly, "I'm afraid you'll crush my head."

This guy's strength is not small.

Last time, he had to tie her hair on a whim, but ended up breaking a lot of hair. He stubbornly said that it was a thinning technique he learned on the Internet.

Whose thinning technique uses fingers to break? She didn't know where to start complaining.

Gojo Satoru swallowed the cream in his mouth, and heard his girlfriend's complaints, and said aggrievedly, "I won't."

He still knew that he had to be careful with his cute girlfriend.

Even though he really wanted to use force just now and plant beautiful strawberries on her, he finally restrained himself, leaving only a faint red mark.

"Really?" Feng Haya Rin didn't believe it at all, pulled the peeled rabbit apple on the coffee table in front of him, picked up a piece and stuffed it into his mouth.

It's sour, I forgot that the cake is too sweet.

The boy ate the cake, his pretty face full of happiness and satisfaction.

Feng Haya Rin rolled her eyes, picked up another piece of apple, put it to the boy's lips and said, "Satoru, open your mouth."

Gojo Satoru opened his mouth without any preparation, bit off the food his girlfriend fed him and chewed it twice. The next second, his pretty face wrinkled like a bitter gourd: "So sour."

The girl who succeeded in the prank burst into laughter.

"That's too much." Gojo Satoru muttered, but there was no anger on his face. He just took a big bite of the cake to relieve the sourness of the apple in his mouth.

Feng Haya Rin laughed enough, pointed his finger to the side of the living room, and brought the topic back to the right track: "Is it luggage?"

"The yukata is inside." Gojo Satoru glanced at the suitcase he brought, and said with a smile: "Rin's is also in it."

"Mine?" Feng Haya Rin remembered that Gojo Satoru seemed to have posted some yukata styles some time ago, and asked with great interest: "Can I open it?"

Things like suitcases are still relatively private.

"Sure." Gojo Satoru looked at the girl who had already run to the suitcase: "Rin can do whatever she wants~"

Everything he has is open to her.

Just after putting the suitcase down, Rin looked up at her boyfriend and smiled sweetly, saying in a good mood: "I love Satoru the most."

There were not many things in the suitcase. The two of them were only going to the Tanabata Festival in Sendai for two days. Apart from two sets of yukatas, there were only disposable daily necessities.

The bright and colorful fireworks on the sky blue satin seemed to burn people's eyes - just like the blue eyes of the boy who took off his sunglasses when they first met.

Without thinking too much, Rin knew that this yukata was worth a lot.

The other men's yukata was similar in color to this one, but the pattern was more elegant.

"Does it look good?" Rin was wearing a short home dress, which was relatively thin, so she simply put on the yukata and simply folded it to see the overall effect.

"Is it too gorgeous?"

It's called a yukata, but it feels that the degree of gorgeousness is not inferior to the small furisode.

"It looks good." Gojo Satoru took a look and put down the cake in his hand. He took out a tissue and wiped the cream on his fingers before walking over.

"It feels so gorgeous." Feng Haya Rin still felt that it was a bit too delicate.

In the past fireworks festivals, her mother prepared the kind of light and simple yukata style, which can be worn without a bun.

But the solemnity of this yukata would be very strange if she didn't put her hair up, but her mother was not at home, so she could only simply tie a ponytail or braid a few braids, but it would be impossible to put her hair up. The

fingertips with the sweet fragrance of cream brushed across the beautiful collarbone, and Gojo Satoru turned the overlapping and wrong lapels to the correct arc.

"..." Feng Haya Rin was a little embarrassed, lowered her head and muttered softly: "My mother helped me put it on before."

She was lazy, and her mother liked to play Miracle Rin, so she was used to her mother's help, and for her, she felt that there was no difference between the two techniques.

It must be said that some things flow in the bones. Staring at the boy's flying white eyelashes, she suddenly thought of the comment she made when they first met.

He is really a noble man.

"Okay." Gojo Satoru pinched the girl's cheeks affectionately, and said with a double meaning: "Super cute, after all, I have a very good eye."

Whether it's clothes or people.

When the overlong furisode slipped down, it brushed against the boy's neck. Fuzai Rin stood on tiptoe and kissed the lips that were so soft that they seemed to have been coated with lip gloss.

"I like it very much."

Whether it's clothes or people.

The size of the yukata is very suitable, as if it was tailor-made. Fuzai Rin didn't want to study it in detail, so she tried it on and took it off.

Gojo Satoru pulled his girlfriend back to the sofa to continue eating dessert, and his movements were smooth as if this was his home.

Fuzai Rin leaned on the boy and said in distress: "What should I do if I don't know how to put my hair up."

"I'll do it." Although he failed before, Gojo Satoru is still very confident in himself.

Fuzai Rin replied unceremoniously: "I might as well let my hair down if you come."

No matter how much hair he has, it's not enough for this guy to toss around. DK has no self-awareness.

"What? I practiced it specially." Gojo Satoru muttered a little aggrieved.

Xia Yujie, who was working overtime on a mission, suddenly felt his scalp tingling, and subconsciously touched the ball on his head that had shrunk a circle.

Feng Haya Rin didn't believe it at all. The best way to deal with cats is to divert his attention with other things.

"Where are you staying at night?" She tore open the bag of potato chips, picked up a piece and stuffed it into her mouth and asked vaguely.

Gojo Satoru replied confidently: "I'll stay here."

He had brought his suitcase, of course he couldn't go back at night, and if Nozomi could stay, why couldn't he.

It has been a long time since he last slept with his sweet and soft girlfriend, and his sleep quality has deteriorated a lot.

Feng Haya Rin was not surprised, she fed him a piece of potato chips and said: "Then let's eat takeout tonight."

Cooking is more troublesome than making potions, she has no idea, and Gojo Satoru, expecting a grown man to cook, that's more unimaginable than asking Mr. Ye Moth to do a striptease.

Gojo Satoru had no objection, what to eat was not important to him.

On a midsummer afternoon, the sun poured down like molten gold, and the sky and the earth seemed to be covered by a transparent heat wave steamer. The air conditioning temperature in the room was just right, making people feel comfortable and cozy.

After Gojo Satoru finished the last Kikufuku on the coffee table, he looked sideways and found that the girl had curled up on the sofa and fell asleep.

The sleeping face looked particularly peaceful in the soft light in the room, and her long hair was scattered on the sofa, like a dreamy purple ocean.

Gojo Satoru's breathing suddenly became lighter, and when he reacted, he wanted to laugh a little, so he simply went forward and picked up the person on the sofa.

The light fragrance of the girl's hair passed over his nose.

"Have you finished eating?" Feng Zaolin rubbed his head against him in a daze, like a kitten acting coquettishly.

"After eating, where is the room?" Gojo Satoru's footsteps on the wooden stairs became lighter.

"On the right." The girl murmured.

Gojo Satoru quickly found the girl's room, which was decorated similarly to the dormitory. After looking around, he put the person on the bed.

The moment Feng Zaolin touched the bed, she rolled into it, and skillfully hugged the life-sized green dinosaur doll on the bed, burying her entire head in it.

At this moment, Gojo Satoru knew where the girl's habit of burying her head came from. He pulled the dinosaur's tail sourly, and with a little force, the doll fell on the carpet with a thud.

The girl, who was no longer sleeping with her, was a little dazed. She sat up sleepily, her curled eyelashes trembling, and she was wrapped in a warm and slightly creamy embrace a second before her snow-blue eyes opened.