Curse Back to Five Summers: Best Friends Are an Excuse for Couples

Geto Suguru shrank his shoulders in unbearable pain. He felt as if there were bugs crawling on his body. He moved closer to the wall without leaving any trace, but Gojo Satoru quickly caught up with him.

The tip of his nose was only a few centimeters away from the wall, and Geto Suguru had been forced into a corner. Now he was sandwiched between the wall and Gojo Satoru, feeling embarrassed and full of danger.

Heat continued to come from behind him. He swallowed uncontrollably and warned the people behind him.

"Wu, you said you wouldn't do anything stupid."

Gojo Satoru's voice was ruffian-like, and he laughed, "Mr. Geto is already 27 years old, isn't he? How can a 27-year-old still be so naive?"

"What do you mean by this?" Xia Yujie was a little panicked.

"What I mean is, we are all men, and you should know that when men are facing the person they like, many of the things they promise verbally are not counted, which is very bad." What Gojo Satoru meant by this was already made very clear.

"If you... dare to move, I will throw you out."

Geto Suguru's voice was soft and didn't have any deterrent power at all. Gojo Satoru laughed even more wantonly. His chin rested directly on Geto Suguru's shoulder, and his arms went around him, almost putting the weight of his entire upper body on him.

"Mr. Geto, are you really willing to throw me out?"

Gojo Satoru's laughing voice had a kind of captivating power. As Geto Suguru listened to his words and felt his warmth, it became difficult for him to open his mouth and speak normally.

"I like Mr. Getsuyu very much, and Mr. Getsuyu likes me too, doesn't he?" Gojo Satoru retracted his head and rested it on the pillow.

At this moment, Geto Suguru's persistence was so fragile. Half of the moonlight was shining on their faces. He could feel the moonlight so clearly that he couldn't even say a word of rebuttal.

"You would only think of me in everything and treat me so well if you like me. This is not a shameful thing, or do you think liking me is a shameful thing?" He looked at Geto Suguru's back and played with Geto Suguru's hair with one hand.

Unlike the high-spirited Gojo Satoru just now, his tone now was a little low, as if he had suffered a blow, like a child begging for love.

Geto Suguru sighed, and the nameless anger he had just felt was calmed down unconsciously. It seemed that he could never be truly angry with Gojo Satoru.

When I was in technical college, we were younger and it was easy for teenagers to get angry over small things, and then we would make an appointment to fight. After the fight, all the anger would subside.

Now, they have grown up and are no longer teenagers. The anger between adults can no longer be resolved by fighting.

However, Geto Suguru has also changed. Ten years of separation has made him know how to cherish the person in front of him. Compared with Gojo Satoru, what is that little bit of anger?

He and Gojo Satoru, he and Gojo Satoru...

Geto Xiayou sighed softly and closed his eyes in self-abandonment.

Gojo Satoru gently pushed aside the long hair scattered on her back, revealing the white neck that seemed like an absolute domain under the black hair.

Gojo Satoru's lips pressed against hers, lightly, shallowly, gently, again and again.

He said: "It is better to pity the person in front of you..."

Geto Suguru opened his eyes wide, listening to these words and feeling the pain on the back of his neck, as if it were burned by an iron.

He did not resist, but just felt at a loss. He wanted to grab something, but what was handed to his palm was Gojo Satoru's broad and powerful palm.

With their ten fingers tightly intertwined, Gojo Satoru put his other arm through Geto Suguru's shoulders, and with a force of his arm, he pulled the man away from the wall and into his arms.

In the moonlight, blue eyes looked into golden brown eyes.

"You like me." Gojo Satoru said with great certainty.

Compared to "I like you", "You like me" which clearly states that the other person likes you is more irresistible.

This time, Xia Yujie didn't want to endure it anymore. It had been so difficult for him to endure it, and he had been enduring it for a few years. Even when he was about to die, he didn't dare to tell the other person his true feelings, for he was afraid of seeing disgust in the other person's eyes.

All the so-called restraint, so-called clarity, entanglement and fear, these complex emotions all left him, and he wanted to follow his current heart.

Just like what Gojo Satoru said just now, since the person in your heart is impossible, why not look at the person in front of you?

It is better to cherish the person in front of you. This is true.

So what if they are not the same person?

Now, the person who accompanies him, the person he can reach out and touch, and the person who can give his soul peace is the person next to him, isn't it?

His feelings for Gojo Satoru will never be reciprocated by the real person.

Those who like him will never be the original Gojo Satoru.

He should have understood this all along: the real Gojo Satoru would not like him, the one who liked him was the one in front of him.

Haven’t you always said that you like to eat meal replacements? Haven’t you always admitted this habit?

Now that we have come this far, what else are we worried about?

Geto Suguru closed his eyes resignedly, and when he opened them again, as if he had made some kind of decision, he turned around and took the initiative to get into Gojo Satoru's arms.

He no longer hesitated or denied it, but firmly acknowledged Gojo Satoru's words.

"Yes, I like you, just like you like me, very much, very much."

Gojo Satoru looked at the person in his arms. In the moonlight, Geto Suguru was looking at him and smiling. His handsome face had a seductive look.

The narrow eyes are slightly curved, and there is an intoxicating smile in the gentle eyes.

Gojo Satoru was breathing heavily. He had always been the one taking the initiative, but when his initiative was rewarded with a response and confession from Geto Suguru, he didn't know what to do.

Gojo Satoru stared at the charming vixen-like person smiling in his arms with his big blue eyes without blinking, and at this moment he actually blushed secretly.

He avoided her gaze a little uncomfortably, pouting, "Um...Jie, don't look at me like that~"

Once Geto Suguru accepted his true feelings, he was able to let go.

As long as he is not in front of the real Gojo Satoru, then even if the similarity is 99% not the real Gojo Satoru, if it is not the real Gojo Satoru, what on earth does he have to worry about?

"Is Wu shy?" he asked.

Gojo Satoru wanted to refute, but after opening his mouth, he couldn't say anything.

He knew that what Geto Suguru said was true, he was just shy.

This was the first time in his life that he had shared his true feelings with someone and that they liked each other.

This feeling of getting what you want and feeling deeply moved is subtle, happy, and at a loss.

His heart felt sweet and sour, his body felt numb, and his brain secreted too much dopamine, which made him fall into an inexplicable happiness.

One of Gojo Satoru's hands was still tightly holding Geto's, not wanting to separate. Even though there was a thin layer of sweat on his palm, he still didn't want to separate.

Geto Suguru looked at him mischievously, with a smile in his eyes, as if waiting for his next move.

But what should you do after confirming your feelings for each other?

Oops, Gojo Satoru realized that he had no idea at all.