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

Gojo Satoru looked at the three of them, his mouth still curled up. He whispered to Geto, "Look how much they appreciate your cooking skills, Mr. Geto. How about inviting them over next time?"

His hand was held tightly by Gojo Satoru and he couldn't pull it back. Geto Suguru simply ignored him. He knew that Gojo Satoru was teasing him, maybe wanting to embarrass him in front of the students?

Thinking of this, Geto Suguru suddenly calmed down, his eyes became dangerous, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

The next second—

"Well……!!!"

Gojo Satoru groaned and almost dropped the spoon.

The three students opposite heard the sound and looked over together, and saw Mr. Gojo wearing sunglasses, his brows tightly furrowed, and his whole face red.

The three of them looked confused. His fanboy Otsutsuki asked him what was wrong with great concern. Gojo Satoru took a deep breath and pretended to cough.

He said, "Uh... I ate too fast and choked."

Maki suppressed her laughter and lay on the table, secretly complaining to Gojuan, "Idiot, he is just an idiot!"

Although Goujuan didn't say anything, he was smiling happily.

The three students chatted and ate again, and Gojo Satoru slowly breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at the culprit.

Geto Xiayou looked straight ahead, scooped up a spoonful of rice and put it into his mouth elegantly, as calmly as if the person who had just made the quick, accurate and ruthless move was not him.

Gojo Satoru puffed up his cheeks in dissatisfaction, but his eyes were always on Geto Suguru's face. Even though there was a layer of black lenses between them, Geto Suguru could still feel the heat of Gojo Satoru's gaze.

Gojo Satoru groaned and complained in a low voice, "Mr. Geto, you are deliberately embarrassing me!"

Geto Suguru put down the rice spoon, put his hands next to his ears, and tilted his head towards Gojo Satoru, as if to say, I can't hear you, come closer.

Gojo Satoru was speechless, his lips pouted in dissatisfaction. He knew that Geto Suguru did it on purpose. This guy had excellent hearing, so how could he not hear what he said.

After finally finishing the meal, Gojo Satoru threw the key to Otsutsuki and asked the three of them to go to his room next door to watch TV and rest. When the sun was not so strong in the afternoon, they would go to the yard downstairs to do extra training.

It's always good to have a break, so Maki and Gojuan ran very fast.

Otsutsuki stood up from the dining table, holding the key. He looked at Gojo Satoru and asked him, "Sensei, aren't you going over?"

Gojo Satoru waved his hand. "We have to clean up the mess and prepare dinner. We two adults are very busy. How can we have time to rest?"

Looking at the messy table, Ottokot smiled bitterly. He scratched his hair and said, "Then I'll trouble you two."

Gojo Satoru waved his hand and sent them away, "Hurry up and go, or if I regret it, I will have to go down and practice more now."

After hearing this, Otsutsuki, who had been hesitating, ran faster than a rabbit and disappeared in the blink of an eye. Maki's voice came from the corridor. She was very cheerful and her laughter was crisp.

She discussed with her two companions, "How about watching anime?"

"Salmon."

Otsutsuki: "I don't know what's on TV."

Maki didn't care, "Well...just watch whatever's available."

The moment he heard the door of the next room open and close, almost in an instant, before Geto Suguru could figure out what was happening, he was already being carried by Gojo Satoru and placed on the cooking table in the half-open kitchen three steps away.

He groaned softly, feeling the coolness of the marble slab beneath his buttocks coming through his pants, and couldn't help but shudder.

"Good ice."

Gojo Satoru snorted, "They'll hear us."

When he said this, Geto Suguru immediately shut his mouth. He felt a little cold and couldn't help but frown, looking helpless.

Gojo Satoru slightly raised his head to look at him. He had taken off his sunglasses and thrown them on the dining table at some point. At this moment, he was looking at Geto Suguru passionately with his uncovered eyes.

Geto Suguru lowered his head, and as he lowered his head, the bangs on his left forehead also swayed, like a cat toy, making Gojo Satoru want to reach out and pull it.

However, Gojo Satoru's hands were now on Geto Suguru's waist, holding him firmly on the kitchen counter, and he had no hands free to pull his hair.

Xia Yujie lowered his eyes and smiled, a gentle and slightly cunning smile flowing from his narrow and long almond-shaped eyes.

Geto Suguru stretched out his hands and held Gojo Satoru's face, pinching his cheeks like teasing a child, kneading his facial features and changing his facial features into various funny expressions.

"That's so cute, Satoru."

Gojo Satoru narrowed his eyes and rubbed his cheek against Geto Suguru's palm, like a cat begging to be petted, and the only thing missing was a purring sound coming out of his mouth.

Seeing that Xia Yujie couldn't leave him, he felt surprisingly good, but he still didn't forget to remind him.

The beautifully shaped lips touched up and down, and Xia Yujie's gentleness was like the sound of a lake of autumn water, echoing very softly in this small world.

"You'll be seen," he said.

There was no need to say who would see it. Gojo Satoru closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The more Geto Suguru said this, the more exciting he felt.

"A teacher should act like a teacher, Gojo-sensei." Every time when Geto Suguru called him Gojo-sensei as a joke, his voice was particularly hoarse and sexy.

Gojo Satoru liked to hear him call him in this voice, because it was unique and he had never heard Geto Suguru speak to anyone else in this voice.

Geto Suguru looked at him with eyes so charming that Gojo Goko's breathing became disordered just by looking at the flowing eyes and hearing the slightly hoarse voice.

The big hand grabbed him with uncontrollable force, and Xia Yujie twisted his upper body and leaned into his arms and smiled. His deliberately lowered voice made it more ambiguous, with a subtle hint of coquettishness.

Xia Yujie went to hold down Gojo Satoru's hand, begging him to stop, "It's too itchy. You're so old, and you still use such despicable means as tickling. It's so abominable!"

Geto Suguru's forehead was resting on Gojo Satoru's shoulder. At this moment, their faces were so close that Gojo Satoru turned his head and pecked him lightly, landing on his ears and the carotid artery in his neck.

"You provoked me first." He was dissatisfied.

Xia Yujie did not accept this "slander", "It was clearly you, Gojo-sensei, who was first..."

Gojo Satoru raised an eyebrow. "I just wanted to pat you to calm your nerves. Who knew you would react so strongly, as if I had done something unforgivable?"

It seems that everything is a misunderstanding.

The misunderstanding was resolved, but no one wanted to separate.

Gojo Satoru squeezed in front of Geto Suguru, allowing the other party to lean on him like a pillow.

He didn't think of pushing the other person away. Instead, he hooked his fingers around Geto Suguru's long hair and played with it around his fingertips.

On a hot afternoon, after having eaten and drunk their fill, the two of them were quietly hugging and leaning on each other, while there were students watching TV on the other side of the wall, where they could be discovered at any time.