Miwa Chisei was lazily leaning on the sofa in the living room. The heating was on so it wasn't cold, but Satoru Gojo still covered her lower abdomen with a thin blanket.
She looked at her phone, browsing the recent activities sent by Fujii Ayabumi, and pointed at a certain Satoru Gojo who was looking at her side.
"Satoru, there is a buffet of desserts from various countries here."
Satoru Gojo cast his gaze over and spoke lazily.
"But Qianxing doesn't make me want to vomit when I smell something too sweet?"
Miwa Chisei was stunned for a moment and recalled that Satoru Gojo's appetite for sweets had indeed dropped sharply recently.
She suddenly felt so soft in her heart that she leaned closer to this person and rubbed against him.
"It doesn't matter, Satoru has endured a lot for me."
Satoru Gojo started talking nonsense happily when he heard it.
"What kind of patience are you referring to?"
Miwa Chisei has no ears to listen.
In the end, the two of them reached an agreement and went to the afternoon dessert event to have a look.
Somewhat unexpectedly, I ran into Kobayashi Ryouou, whom I hadn't seen for a few days. She was wearing a pink fishtail skirt with suspenders and a snow-white plush shawl. She looked sexy and playful.
And Miwa Chisei, who was wearing a loose T-shirt and a high ponytail, seemed to be visiting the supermarket.
But Miwa Chisei doesn't care at all.
"Mr. Miss Miwa, Gojo, what a coincidence~"
Kobayashi Ryouou showed a cute smile, but Miwa Chisei nodded politely.
Before he could say anything, he was dragged to the dessert display by Satoru Gojo. Should you be lucky that he still remembered to grab his wife?
Mixed with the aroma of cream and fruit, even the air is permeated with a sweet taste.
Miwa Chisei took a piece of chocolate tart. After eating half of the piece, she found it tasted good, but her expression changed after she took a bite.
The rich sweet taste became a burden.
She subconsciously covered her lips, and Satoru Gojo immediately came over and hugged her waist, speaking in a helpless and doting tone.
"Okay, okay, let's go back quickly--"
Miwa Chisei felt like her stomach was churning. Just as she was holding Satoru Gojo's arm, Kobayashi Ryouou and Nohara Kawako walked over immediately.
Nohara Kawako supported Miwa Chisei thoughtfully.
"Miss Miwa, let me take you to the bathroom to deal with it first."
Miwa Chisei really couldn't help but feel nauseated, so she nodded.
Satoru Gojo put down his fork and prepared to follow, but Kobayashi Ryouou stopped him.
"Mr. Gojo, that's the women's restroom. Kawako is very attentive. Let's just wait for a while."
Miwa Chisei turned his head and made an "OK" gesture, then followed Nohara Kawako and left.
Satoru Gojo looked at the strawberry cake in front of him. The bright red strawberries were like Miwa Chisei's beautiful eyes.
But Kobayashi Ryouou hesitated, and finally spoke gently.
"Mr. Gojo, why not go to the VIP Room I ordered and wait. There are also soft sofas there. Miss Miwa will feel much more comfortable when he comes back later."
Hearing Miwa Chisei's name, Satoru Gojo's eyes moved slightly.
He said a "hmm" in a neutral tone, which made Kobayashi Ryouou's nervous heart beat wildly.
VIP Room is a separate room by the window in the dessert area, with a certain degree of privacy.
The moment Satoru Gojo stepped into the room, his eyebrows were raised slightly and he showed a meaningful smile.
He sat casually on the sofa and watched Kobayashi Ryouou pouring black tea with his head lowered shyly.
Satoru Gojo pulled his collar, revealing his beautiful collarbone, and lengthened his voice.
"It's so hot--"
After hearing this, Kobayashi Ryouou raised her head in surprise. She looked at Satoru Gojo's fair face, which seemed to have a suspicious blush.
"Mr. Gojo?"
Kobayashi Ryouou called out tentatively, and then Satoru Gojo took off his sunglasses, his clear eyes narrowed slightly, full of lust.
Just like the Son of God who was pulled off the altar.
Kobayashi Ryouou moved. She immediately stood up and locked the door. When she approached the sofa again, the snow-colored plush shawl had fallen down.
The beautiful collarbone and round shoulders are pink and look extremely delicious.
"Come here."
Satoru Gojo's voice was a little hoarse, with a hint of command.
Hearing this, Kobayashi Ryouou's eyes filled with a fog of obsession. She quickly walked to Satoru Gojo in a few steps, stretched out her hand and prepared to throw herself into the man's arms.
It doesn't matter, as long as I can get this man once.
Her fingertips were about to touch Satoru Gojo's white skin, and the next second Satoru Gojo reached out and pinched Kobayashi Ryouou's neck.
She saw a pair of careless eyes flashing with coldness.
There was no trace of lust at this time.
It was clear that the hand was grasping his neck, but Kobayashi Ryouou couldn't feel any touch of skin, like cold air.
Satoru Gojo slowly raised his other hand, where there was a black Talisman Paper.
"Cursed Tool, which is prohibited from circulation, Miss, where did you get it?"
The black Talisman Paper turned into powder in an instant and scattered in the air, while Kobayashi Ryouou only had fear and sadness in his eyes.
"Mr. Gojo, I just... just like you so much."
"Miss Miwa is pregnant. You must be very unhappy. I can please you, but I won't tell anyone... I will never disturb you after we get off the ship."
The pitiful beauty said coquettish words and stepped into the dirt just to show mercy to the Son of God once.
And Satoru Gojo's eyes were very cold. Kobayashi Ryouou had never seen Satoru Gojo like this before.
The Satoru Gojo in my memory exudes a soft aura despite being arrogant.
Could it be that this kind of aura comes from being around Miwa Chisei?
Kobayashi Ryouou's eyes suddenly became confused, and the pressure on his neck became more obvious.
Then he heard this man's cold and heartless words.
"You're not even qualified to shine my Qianxing's shoes. Who are you, miss?"
"Enjoy yourself? Qianxing Just touching me gives me endless pleasure, and you just make me want to wring your neck."
"And you are so ugly--don't touch me, I'm afraid it will indirectly stain our home Qianxing--"
Kobayashi Ryouou opened her mouth and breathed hard. She never thought that this seemingly indifferent man could actually say such vicious words.
No regard for etiquette, no gentleman, no mercy.
Satoru Gojo let go of her hand, and Kobayashi Ryouou fell on the carpet in embarrassment. She covered her face in shame and cried bitterly.
"I'm sorry, sorry, sorry... I'm obsessed with it."
Satoru Gojo snorted lightly, not even his peripheral vision fell on her.
"Get out."
Kobayashi Ryouou opened the door in embarrassment and ran out, while Satoru Gojo sat back on the sofa and pulled his collar.
Ah, it's really hot.