Chapter 69

Feng Zaolin tried to move her eyes to the ceiling above her head, trying to distract herself.

She didn't know how things had developed to this point. She was obviously normal when she first came in.

Noticing that someone was distracted, Gojo Satoru pressed his teeth slightly, and he heard the sweet sound, like a kitten stepping on milk.

The soft white Daifuku would leave a mark with a slight touch, and the berries dotted on it were bright in color.

The sweet smell lingered at the tip of his nose, and Gojo Satoru felt that the delicious food between his lips and teeth became hungrier and hungrier.

His white and slender fingers accidentally broke a few frost-white hairs, causing the person under him to move more greedily, as if a traveler who had been walking in the desert for a long time suddenly saw an oasis.

The boy buried his head in it like a cat and rubbed it back and forth, and his warm lips passed from his chest to his throat and returned to his ear.

"It hurts." He bit the tip of his small ear and murmured vaguely: "... Help me."

The boy's bony hand suddenly clasped her wrist and pulled it towards the tight waistline.

Her vision was still a little groggy.

The sudden contact with the heat brought her back to consciousness. Feng Hayarin curled up her fingers as if burned, but they were tightly wrapped in his palm with thin calluses.

The kitten, feeling comforted, rubbed its wet head against the white palm, and its tears naturally stained the fingertips.

It was a little sticky.

Feng Hayarin couldn't help her curiosity and looked down.

It didn't look good, and it was even a little fierce.

As if noticing her gaze, the kitten's fur swelled again.

Gojo Satoru's breathing almost stopped, and when he reacted, the blush on his cheeks became more obvious.

"Is it white too?" Feng Hayarin muttered to herself.

Having never done such a thing before, she carefully touched the cat's ears and comforted it unskillfully.

The kitten cried quite hard, and its crystal tears wet half of the palm of her hand.

"Well... the point..." The fair cheeks were flushed as if he had a fever, and the boy's eyes were blurred. He nudged the person with his head and acted coquettishly: "..... Sister..."

The sticky tone was accompanied by obvious panting, as tempting as the sugar silk after the chocolate melted.

Today, it was DK's shameless sister that made Feng Zaolin fall step by step.

So much so that now.

The wet and slippery cat head was gently stroked, and the fingertips occasionally brought down the cat's chin, and then pinched the cat's ears and cat toys.

The panting in the ear became heavier.

The air conditioner in the room was running, but the cold air exhaled seemed to have no effect.

A bit strange?

A mess of thoughts wandered in her mind until the kitten suddenly choked herself while crying.

"... So soon?" Feng Zaolin looked at the tears flowing in her palm, and the tail tone was full of surprise like honey.

Ten minutes? No?

Gojo Satoru, who was originally swimming in honey, heard this sentence and instantly fell from heaven to hell.

DK, who had no experience, could also realize that this was a very bad word. He wanted to refute but seemed to find no point to refute.

The room fell into a strange silence for a while.

Feng Hayarin realized that she had said something terrible and her brain stopped working for a while. Then she glanced at the boy who buried his head in the crook of his neck and didn't move, and explained carefully: "This... is probably normal."

It's probably about the same time for an inexperienced boy? She has never had a boyfriend and is not sure.

The touch is completely different from her own. The girlfriend's hands are soft. Both the body and the mind are extremely excited. The extreme enjoyment makes people unable to resist.

Naturally, soon.

The always proud and confident six-eyed god fell into doubt about herself.

Feng Hayarin wanted to touch the fluffy head, but there were too many tears on her hands, and they flowed down through the fingers.

"Or, let me wash my hands first?" She turned her head and asked a big cat who seemed to be autistic.

Gojo Satoru seemed to have made a great decision, and he squeezed out a sentence from his teeth: "I will try my best."

"Ah?" Feng Haya Rin didn't react for a while, and then she noticed the shame on the boy's pretty face, and realized what he said.

"It's okay if I don't try hard." She felt that this kind of thing was not very important, and it was good to be fast, and she was not tired.

Is it really like the male protagonist in the comics or novels, two hours at a time, her hand will break,

right? What does it mean?

Gojo Satoru felt that he was going to be angry, and he came close and bit the delicate face that had not completely faded red.

The tearful eyes were much more pleasing to the eye.

Gojo Satoru, who had no experience and no reference, straightened the woman's collar while trying to calm down and asked: "How long does it usually take."

Feng Haya Rin, whose face was still in pain, didn't want to pay attention to him at all, and turned her head away and refused to answer.

When she came out of the Chamber of Commerce, the effect of the drug was less than half an hour. While Gojo Satoru was coaxing people, the woman's black hair turned purple, and her figure didn't change much, but her height was slightly shorter.

The exquisite curves gathered into a youthful outline, and the girlfriend of the queen sister returned to her teenage years.

Gojo Satoru blinked, subconsciously put his palm on a certain place to gesture, and said stupidly: "It's much smaller."

The next second, a fist wrapped in cursed power came with the wind.

"Bang".

There was a big red envelope on the white fluffy head.

Thanks to Geto Suguru's physical training.

It's really much more fun to hit people with a fist strengthened by cursed power.

Feng Hayarin asked with a fake smile: "What did you just say?"

Gojo Satoru covered his somewhat dazed head and said obediently: "Nothing."

Feng Hayarin rolled her eyes and planned to wash her hands first, after all, the smell on her hands was not good.

Just as she stood up, there was an arm around her waist, and she was pulled back the next second.

"My head hurts." Gojo Satoru rubbed his girlfriend's face and said in a naughty way: "Don't leave."

Feng Hayarin: "Let go."

"Sister~" the big cat shouted stickyly.

"......" Feng Hayarin.

With a cunning smile in his bright blue eyes, Gojo Satoru rubbed the teeth marks on the girl's neck with his fingertips and continued to return to the previous topic: "Tell me?"

Feng Hayarin had no experience in this area, so how could she know, but she looked at the sticky and coquettish boy, raised the corners of her lips maliciously and asked: "Do you really want to know?"

"Yeah." Cat Cat was curious.

"Seven times a night, two hours each time." The girl said with a smile: "Most of the male protagonists in novels are like this, and it is not ruled out that it is longer."

Gojo Satoru was stunned for a long time, and then said faintly: "Is it still a human being?"

Not counting the breaks, is it really possible for a human to complete fourteen hours?

Feng Hayabusa Rin chuckled.

There are twenty-four hours in a day, and doing that kind of thing for fourteen hours, how is it possible.

It is always said that the speed of time in novels is different.

The boy was dressed unexpectedly formally today. The light blue feather knitting made his neck look as white as jade. His beautiful blue eyes were shining because the mist had not yet completely dissipated. He really had the noble bearing of an heir to a thousand-year-old family.

No, this guy is a nobleman himself.

"What are you here to bid for today?" The force restraining his waist did not decrease at all, and Feng Hayabusa Rin had to turn his head to reach the wet wipes in the gilded tray.

Gojo Satoru did not hide it and said frankly: "Space ring."

Space ring?

She seems to have made a few. Is it also on the auction list?

"How many do you want? I'll send them to you later." Feng Hayabusa raised her delicate jawline and said proudly: "I'll pay for it. "

Although she is not as wealthy as the Gojo family, as an original shareholder of the Chamber of Commerce, she has considerable money, and as a maker, many things do not require auction prices.

For example, the space ring, which is just a matter of a few space spells, is similar to her suitcase. It's

just that the materials need to be a little more careful, and special materials that can carry spells are needed.

"Then we need two, one for each of us~" Gojo Satoru said with a smile: "Or let's just get engaged."

The ring can be used just right.

"No!" Feng Hayabusa Rin was so scared by this that

she almost jumped up. How can you get engaged so quickly after falling in love? How old are they?

Mao Mao narrowed her eyes and asked in a bad tone: "Rin, are you planning to not take responsibility?"

"Don't talk nonsense." Feng Hayabusa Rin pretended to be calm and said: "We are already boyfriend and girlfriend."

So there is no such thing as irresponsibility.

In order to prevent Mao Mao from getting entangled in this topic, the witty wizard lady immediately brought up another topic: "Don't you ask about my relationship with the Chamber of Commerce? "

Gojo Satoru tilted his head slightly.

"Aren't you curious about what you used the cursed tools you gave me for?" Feng Hayarin threw away the tissue, then put his arm around the boy's neck and said provocatively: "What if I sell it?"

Gojo Satoru said indifferently: "Then just sell it."

The gift he gave to his girlfriend could be dealt with in any way.

"You are really generous." Feng Hayarin sighed.

Things worth hundreds of millions were just thrown to her.

Gojo Satoru kissed the girl's face and said excitedly: "The head of the Gojo family can use the private treasury of the Gojo family."

The snow-blue eyes flashed: "Then what?"

The white-haired boy raised the corners of his lips and said righteously: "What's wrong with the head of the family giving it to his wife in advance."

What a scheming DK.

Feng Hayarin snorted, stretched out his hand to pinch the back of the boy's neck, and asked leisurely: "Satoru, aren't you afraid that I'm here for your money? "

The stupid and rich young master Gojo.

As for his money, Gojo Satoru only thought for 0.1 seconds, and then said happily: "Rin doesn't like other people's money and only likes my money, doesn't Rin still like me~"

Feng Hayabusa Rin: "..."

Can't it be explained this way?

Gojo Satoru seemed to have found the key point of the strategy, and began to introduce to the girl the assets under his name and the future assets of the Gojo family that belong to him.

From movables to immovables, to the current financial assets of the Gojo family, and so on.

The boy's chattering looked like a peacock with its screen spread, trying desperately to attract the attention of the female in front of him.

So cute.

Feng Hayabusa Rin lifted the boy's chin, stared at the pair of pale blue eyes, and slowly slid down with her fingertips, gently tapping his Adam's apple.

The pale blue pupils suddenly shrank, and Gojo Satoru, who was still talking incessantly, instantly stopped talking because of his girlfriend's teasing.

"What if I'm doing it for sex? "The girl's snow-blue eyes were full of smiles.

For lust.

Gojo Satoru's brain began to work rapidly, and he touched his face involuntarily: "Sure enough, Rin, you have had a crush on me for a long time."

He is so handsome, so Rin must have fallen in love with him at first sight when they first met.

After all, his lust is also a part of him!

Fenghaya Rin was amused and confused by his logic.

"I'm so handsome, it's normal to fall in love at first sight." Gojo Satoru's blue eyes were shining, and he pointed to his pretty face happily and said proudly.

Then.

He also said very generously: "But, I only like Rin."

"Then thank you?" Fenghaya Rin was defeated by him, and went back to the previous topic of the cursed tools: "Let your people take that batch of cursed tools back later. "

Now that we have figured it out, the curse tools that Wu brought are of little use.

Upon hearing this, Young Master Gojo was unhappy, and his smile froze on his face.

Feng Zaolin: "By the way, there is a curse tool in your family that I modified, uh uh..."

If she doesn't like to hear something, wouldn't it be better not to let her say it?

Her breath entangled and fell on her lips. The moment their thin lips touched, the light gasp from her throat mixed with the fragrance of tea, like an electric current running through Gojo Wu's spine.

He pinched the girl's red waist with one hand, his blue eyes surging with dark desire, and his Adam's apple rolled over the beating pulse on the side of her neck - like a beast licking honey, his breath was soaked in the sweet fishy smell of temptation.