Chapter 55

Some things cannot be judged by appearance alone. For example, Gojo Satoru, who has a very unruly personality, sleeps in an unexpectedly well-behaved position and has no habit of moving around. However, Fuzai Rin, who looks particularly well-behaved, sleeps

in a much more domineering position. As the only daughter in the family, her mother is gentle and cheerful, and her father is calm and interesting. With her parents' 100% love, she does not need to play the role of sharing and sacrificing in the family. Although she looks much more well-behaved when she grows up and is not as domineering as when she was a child, some details can still be seen.

Every time before going to bed, Gojo Satoru hugs Fuzai Rin, but every time they wake up, the positions of the two people will switch.

The girl lies on her side, domineeringly putting her arms and legs on the boy, just like holding a dinosaur doll.

If Gojo Satoru was not so big, she might have been pressed under her body like a doll.

Gojo Satoru felt that the decision he made was terrible. The lightly scented hair got into the open collar of his pajamas, making his Adam's apple roll.

The nightgown did not have much fabric. Although it was not sexy, it still exposed a large area of ​​skin.

The fine morning light that came in through the curtains made him look like a snow-white girl sprinkled with icing sugar.

Gojo Satoru closed his eyes. The embarrassing situation in the morning made him subconsciously want to avoid people, but the girl hugged him tightly with her hands and feet, making it impossible for him to get up.

If he forced them apart, the other party would definitely wake up, which would only make the situation more embarrassing.

Although he often kissed and hugged his girlfriend, there were some things that Gojo Satoru, who grew up in a feudal environment, still felt shy about.

So he could only lie there in a state of near death.

Facts have proved that there is no worst situation, only worse.

It seems that this posture has been maintained for too long. The girl moved a little uncomfortably. After finding a comfortable angle, she rubbed her head against his shoulder, and then used her hands and feet to fix herself firmly on the boy.

"Hmm." A light red flashed across her fair cheeks, and Gojo Satoru groaned.

The suppressed kitten quietly poked its head out and cried uncontrollably.

The touch of the nerve endings was stretched to the maximum, and even the slightest movement was like a flood. In a trance, Gojo Satoru was a little absent-minded, and his brain had a dizzy feeling of falling into a coma, as if he had soaked too much in a hot spring.

The kitten, who had cried enough, quickly fell asleep quietly, but her beautiful blue eyes were still a little blurry.

Suddenly being stuffed into the quilt, Feng Zaolin sat up a little dazed, and the white-haired boy next to her had turned into a beam of light and rushed into the bathroom.

"Satoru?" She rubbed her eyes that were too sleepy to open, then leaned over to take the phone on the bedside table, opened it and looked at the time on it, and muttered vaguely: "Isn't it time yet?"

The afternoon Shinkansen, why get up so early?

Thinking of this, she lay down and planned to sleep for a while, but she always felt uncomfortable tossing and turning, and the sound of water in the bathroom was still splashing, so she got up and carried the stuffed dinosaur on the sofa back to the bed, then dragged it into the quilt and hugged it to sleep for a nap.

"Really, what's so good about this ugly dinosaur?" Gojo Satoru, who came out with a steamy look, looked at the bed and murmured in dissatisfaction.

He was about to go forward and throw the dinosaur away, but he paused when he thought of something, and finally let the girl hold the dinosaur to sleep.

The matcha green dinosaur was very fat, stretching the thin quilt, and the white legs were swaying on the dinosaur's belly.

Gojo, who had just come out of the bath, sat lazily cross-legged on the floor, and the water drops on his cheeks slid down his Adam's apple into the loose collar.

Six eyes uncontrollably traced the waistline outlined by the thin quilt, and the white legs of the sleeping girl on the bed unconsciously swayed on the doll.

The heat washed away by the cold water surged up again, and Gojo Satoru took a deep breath and planned to distract himself through games, but every time he started, he was killed by the simplest combo of the BOSS.

After being sulky for a while, he still pulled the dinosaur out and threw it on the ground, and lay down himself.

When the girl used her hands and feet to wrap around him again like a koala, he closed his eyes and pretended to be a pillow without thoughts.

On the afternoon Shinkansen.

"Are you so sleepy?" Feng Haya Rin touched the lazy big cat with squinting eyes on her shoulder and asked in confusion: "Did Wu sleep well?"

Obviously, this guy slept longer than herself. In the end, she had to pull him out of bed desperately, and the two of them barely avoided being late.

"Yeah." Gojo Wu moved his head, skipped his sleep problem and said: "I'm going to eat edamame and fresh cream daifuku later."

"I remember there is a specialty store in Sendai Station." Feng Haya Rin checked the guide and found that Sendai's edamame desserts are very famous. She hooked her fingers with the boy's fingers and said with a smile: "You can try edamame milkshake and edamame Swiss roll."

Sendai is more than 350 kilometers away from Tokyo, and it takes about two hours by Shinkansen.

After getting off the train, the two people were not in a hurry to leave the station.

There are many specialty shops in Sendai Station. A long line of people has already formed in front of the famous edamame dessert shop.

"It's limited edition?" Gojo Satoru looked at the sign with some dissatisfaction, raised his finger and said, "Give me four boxes of edamame cream daifuku, two edamame Swiss rolls and edamame mochi."

The edamame milkshake, a specialty of Sendai, tasted quite good. The fragrance of soy products was well integrated and not abrupt. Feng Hayarin bit the straw and took another big sip.

After buying the specialty desserts, the crowd swept them out of the station.

Feng Hayarin lowered her head and looked through the recommended tourist routes in Sendai on the forum. Suddenly, she heard the crisp sound of the room card tapping on the marble.

"Why did it become two rooms?" She stepped forward and looked at the boy, her fingertips pressed against the gold foil-patterned countertop at the front desk, and the tail of her eyes slightly raised.

She remembered that she had booked one room before.

"It's just that it's more convenient." Gojo Satoru's blue eyes dodged unnaturally, and his long goose-down-like eyelashes cast a panicked shadow under his eyes.

Feng Zaolin narrowed her eyes: "What do you mean by convenient?"

Is this guy looking down on her?

It's a bit unpleasant.

"It's just...convenient..." Gojo Satoru led the girl upstairs, frowning and unable to explain.

The cat, who is still very traditional in her bones, is very distressed.

The long eyelashes like crow feathers drooped slightly, and the smile on the corners of the girl's lips gradually disappeared. She said in a light tone: "I'll go back to the room first."

Because it was a temporary room, the two rooms were on different floors. The cat, who was left in the corridor, thought for a long time and walked slowly towards the elevator.

Tomorrow is the Tanabata Festival, but the holiday decorations have been set up here today.

The lively night is soaked in the smell of maltose, and the short booklets hanging from the eaves of the shops sway in the wind.

Large paper balls with beautiful colorful banners are hung on the street, and passers-by can reach out and touch them when they pass by.

After putting their luggage in the hotel, the two planned to go out for a walk first.

"What is that?" Gojo Satoru was attracted by the poster posted on the door of the Western pastry shop with five colorful banners.

Feng Zaolin took a bite of the green fried dumpling and walked to the front of the store.

"A super sweet dessert stamp collection event for the Qixi Festival." She looked at the rough poster that looked like an amateur handicraft, "Is it a special event?"

The name doesn't sound very good, and the activity is not difficult. You just need to go to the specific store above to buy things, and then collect all the stamps, and you can get a specific dessert.

Limited dessert activity-cat trapping activity.

Gojo Satoru's excited voice sounded: "I want two stamps!"

Vegetable dumplings are really not her cup of tea.

Feng Haya Rin stuffed the last piece of fried dumpling into the cat's mouth next to her, and then threw the empty box into the street trash can.

"I'm going to the next store to check in." Gojo Satoru chewed the fried dumpling, and his cheeks bulged a lot. After noticing that his girlfriend came back, he naturally handed over the stamp paper.

"The location is not far." Feng Haya Rin pointed to the address below the store, which was just one street in front of this store.

The second store is a traditional dessert shop with a simple and warm decoration.

Pushing open the door, the air is filled with the aroma of red beans, matcha and glutinous rice.

"Welcome."

Gojo Satoru was so excited that he lay on the glass display case, and the white mist he exhaled spread on the glass surface: "Dango, Daifuku, Dorayaki, which ones should I choose~"

Feng Hayarin shook the stamp paper in his hand and reminded with a smile: "Satoru, the event requires the purchase of specified products."

"Do I need to specify? But I want to eat strawberry Daifuku now!" Gojo Satoru's pretty face was full of surprise.

Feng Hayarin was touched, raised the corners of his lips and spread his hands and said: "Satoru, this is what it says."

"Sorry, this event requires specified products." The clerk wearing a cherry pink yukata heard the conversation and spoke apologetically.

"By the way, the event model is Yokan." She added diligently.

Gojo Satoru asked aggrievedly: "Isn't strawberry Daifuku okay?"

It stands to reason that such a tall figure should be extremely oppressive, but even with sunglasses, the boy looks like a poor cat that fell into the water. Although Xiaoshan Risa couldn't bear it, she still nodded cruelly.

Feng Hayabarin watched him with interest, and deliberately did not remind him that he could buy separately. She just watched the boy walk out of the store with two servings of yokan in a depressed mood.

"What? It's not sweet at all." Gojo Satoru was very unhappy after taking a bite.

The yokan in this store is salty yokan, and salt is added to the red beans.

It's okay to be yokan, but it's still salty yokan, even if it's taro yokan or chestnut yokan.

"The third store is a bit far." Sweet yokan is not what Feng Hayabarin likes, let alone salty yokan. She took a sip of milk tea, looked around and said, "Turn right after this intersection."

Gojo Satoru nodded, decided to let go of his taste buds, and threw the remaining portion of salty yokan into the trash can.

"Salty." He pulled down his sunglasses to reveal half of his eyes, and emphasized aggrievedly: "It's very salty."

"Drink it." Feng Hayabarin put half a cup of milk tea on his lips, her eyes full of smiles.

She was already very used to sharing food with her boyfriend. After all, in most cases, someone's milk tea and dessert could only last a few sips in his hand.

Gojo Satoru first rubbed the girl's head, and then took a big sip of milk tea.

The sweet girlfriend and milk tea replenished his energy, and his drooping white hair also became more and more unrestrained.

The dessert shop wrapped in green vines was filled with the aroma of matcha, and the glass window reflected the boy's bulging cheeks biting apple candy.

Gojo Satoru learned his lesson and slapped the stamp paper on the counter as soon as he entered, and said loudly: "No matter which one it is, just give me a promotional stamp."

He had already seen the various matcha desserts on the shelf, and anyway, he should be among these.

The clerk glanced at the stamp paper on the table, then bent down and took out the tea can next to the counter full of matcha desserts.

"Puchi." Feng Hayarin laughed unceremoniously, not giving her boyfriend any face at all.

Gojo Satoru stared in disbelief, and his sunglasses slid down and barely hung on his high nose bridge.

He glanced at the big words "Super Sweet Dessert Stamp Collection for Tanabata Festival" on the poster and fell into doubt.

No, what does this tea can have to do with the dessert event?

Looking at her boyfriend who was holding the tea can with an unhappy face, Feng Hayabarin said with a smile: "Most of these activities are to get rid of unsaleable goods."

The principle is the same as the lucky bag. It is a preferential plan launched by the store to sell most of the unsaleable goods.

The young master Gojo, who had too little social experience, curled his lips and looked at the two tea cans in his arms: "Give them to Naoko and Jie when I go back."

Now there are souvenirs

. The puffed-up look makes him even cuter.

"Then continue?" Feng Hayabarin stretched out his hand with a smile on his lips.

"Continue!" Gojo Satoru stuffed the tea can into the bag, took the girl's hand and continued to move forward.