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

"Jay...?"

While Geto Suguru was still staring blankly, he suddenly heard Gojo Satoru calling his name.

He blinked twice, and after realizing what was happening, he became a little nervous.

He was wondering, if Gojo Satoru opened his eyes and saw someone squatting next to him staring at him, would he think he was a psychopath or a pervert?

"that……"

"Jie." Gojo Satoru called him again. The voice of a man who had just woken up from his sleep was lazy and a little hoarse, as if there were small particles attached to his voice, making people's ears numb.

Gojo Satoru placed his hand on Geto's wrist and murmured, "It's Geto, it's great that you're willing to come and see me in my dream."

After Gojo Satoru said this, he smiled with satisfaction. The smile was very faint, and it seemed to be there and not there at the corner of his lips.

Geto Suguru reacted slowly and looked at Gojo Satoru's eyes, only to find that the other's eyes were closed again.

He thought for a while, then suddenly realized, Gojo Satoru, he was probably dreaming.

Dreaming, did you see yourself in your dream?

Geto Suguru had never thought about what it was like to appear in a man's dream. He admitted that Gojo Satoru had appeared in his dreams countless times, but he knew the reason very well.

However, no matter how he looked at it, he didn't think he would appear in Gojo Satoru's dream.

If Gojo Satoru were to dream, the most likely things that would appear in his dreams would be cursed spirits and busty beauties with incredible waist-to-hip ratios. It would be impossible for him, a stubborn and evil curser, to appear in his dreams.

Just now, Gojo Satoru did call his name, didn't he?

Is it true that, occasionally, this guy dreams about himself?

This wasn't the Gojo Satoru who was well aware of his dark side, but the Gojo Satoru in front of him who he had only known for a few months.

Thinking of this, Geto Suguru felt a little better.

He reached out and pushed Gojo Satoru's arm, calling his name softly.

"Wu, Wu?"

Gojo Satoru groaned and turned his face towards the window.

On that side, the moonlight was brighter, and the cold light shone on his face, making it clearer.

Xia Youjie pushed him again, "Satoru, get up and go to bed. It's too crowded here."

Being pushed and vaguely hearing Geto Suguru's voice, Gojo Satoru's eyelids twitched a few times and finally opened.

He looked at the people around him, and after more than ten seconds, he called out Geto's name in confusion, "Geto?"

Xia Yujie smiled at him, "Yes, it's me. Get up and go to the bedroom to sleep. It's too crowded here. You will feel uncomfortable when you wake up tomorrow."

When Gojo Satoru heard him say this, he instinctively laughed, his voice still lazy, "It doesn't matter, I'm the strongest. It's just a sofa, it can't do anything to me."

Such words were so funny that Xia Yujie didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "The sofa is not an enemy, of course it can't do anything to you, but, Wu, you have to be obedient."

Geto Suguru's voice was very light and gentle, and it sounded very unreal to Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru reached out and touched the back of Geto Suguru's hand. He pinched it and after a long time he said "Oh" blankly.

Xia Youjie was pinched so hard that he felt uncomfortable all over. He asked him in fear and trepidation, "What are you doing?"

Gojo Satoru puffed out his cheeks and laughed little by little, "I thought it was a dream, but it turns out it's real. Jie is by my side."

As he said this, he withdrew his hand and sat up on the armrest of the sofa. He stared at Geto Suguru, whose body was in the darkness in front of him where the moonlight could not reach, and stared at Geto Suguru's golden-brown eyes.

The smile on his lips turned mischievous, and he asked, "Are you really going to let me sleep in there?"

Xia Yujie nodded, "It can't be helped. The sofa is too small. Anyway, the two of us have to make do with it."

Gojo Satoru rubbed his eyes and nodded, "Okay, let's go in."

Back then, when he was at peace with himself, he didn't think anything of sharing a bed with Gojo Satoru. But now, when his mind has completely changed, having them share a bed again is no less than torture for Geto Suguru.

He must be very careful to hide his thoughts and not let any of them leak out. This is a very challenging task.

Geto Suguru stood up, feeling a little uncomfortable, and decided to go back to the bedroom first.

Just when he took two steps out, he suddenly heard Gojo Satoru's cry of "ouch" from behind him.

He turned around, "What's going on?"

Gojo Satoru sniffed, showing a pitiful expression, and said plaintively, "Oh no, my legs are blurred, Jay."

"Huh?" Geto Suguru's brows suddenly frowned. He thought for several seconds before he understood what Gojo Satoru was saying.

Speechless, especially speechless.

"My legs are numb, so what? What do you mean by mosaic?"

Gojo Satoru looked at the returning Geto Suguru and gave him a provocative smile. "Don't you think my description is very appropriate, Geto?"

Is it appropriate?

It should be considered appropriate.

Geto Xia Yu squatted down next to Gojo Satoru again and reached out to massage his legs. He said, "Maybe. When I was a kid, I didn't know this feeling was numbness in my legs. I would tell my mother that there were countless small insects biting my legs, which scared her."

Xia Yujie took a deep breath and continued, "Later, I accidentally ate some popping candy. Whenever my legs felt numb, I would say there was a bunch of popping candies jumping around in my legs..."

"Huh, Jie has moments like this too, and you're still blaming me."

While Gojo Satoru was still complaining about Geto Suguru, he didn't notice that Geto Suguru's face suddenly turned gloomy.

Geto Suguru couldn't describe what he was feeling at the moment. It is said that a hero never regrets, so he probably couldn't even be called a hero.

After ten years of hard work, all of which ended up in vain, the reborn Geto Suguru really didn't know what his actions towards his parents meant and what their significance was.

If he had died completely at the hands of Gojo Satoru, it would have been barely understandable, but he survived.

His parents had already died and turned into ashes, but he, who should have gone to hell, was reborn. It was really ironic.

"Jay, Jay?" Gojo Satoru called him in dissatisfaction, "Are you listening to me?"

Xia Yujie nodded hurriedly, but apologized. He changed the subject and asked Gojo Satoru, "Now, after the massage, are your legs feeling better?"

Gojo Satoru shook his head like a rattle, "No, no, I can't walk at all."

Xia Yujie was helpless, "Why is this happening?"

Gojo Satoru grinned wickedly and offered him some advice, "Otherwise, Jie, carry me inside. It's not a good idea to keep wasting time here. My legs are numb, and it won't heal in a short while."

Xia Yujie glared at him and thought to himself, I don’t believe you at all, you are such a bad guy.

After understanding Gojo Satoru's intention, Geto Suguru even suspected that Gojo Satoru's legs were not numb at all. The so-called numbness was just an excuse for this guy to make him carry him in.

Gojo Satoru continued to act like a spoiled child, "Please, Jie, carry me inside. My legs are really numb."

Only a fool would listen to him.