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

Geto Suguru got up and left without giving Gojo Satoru any chance. Before he had taken a few steps, there was a thud, and the usually agile Gojo Satoru fell heavily to the ground.

Gojo Satoru raised his head, his eyes filled with tears, and stretched out his hand towards Geto Suguru, like a twisted zombie, still calling Geto Suguru's name.

"Jie, help me, I'm really hurt this time!"

Geto Suguru walked back and looked down at Gojo Satoru who was lying on the ground with his hands raised high. His face turned cold for a few seconds, but he was still defeated.

He squatted down in front of Gojo Satoru with his back to him. Seeing this, the guy whose plan had succeeded no longer showed his previous weakness and pounced on his back very nimbly.

"I said Mr. Getsu is a kind and soft-hearted person."

Geto Suguru pursed his lips and said nothing. He grabbed Gojo Satoru's thighs with both hands and silently carried him back to the room.

No matter how they said that two people couldn't sleep in it, this bed was still much bigger than the beds in the technical college dormitory back then.

Back then, you could make do with playing games until you were tired, but there’s no reason why you can’t do that now.

Lying on the same bed again after ten years, Geto Suguru felt very dazed for a few moments. He couldn't tell whether it was now or ten years ago, and the person lying next to him was the current Gojo Satoru or his classmate ten years ago.

Gojo Satoru seemed to be really sleepy, or rather very tired. Even though he was woken up by Geto Suguru in the middle of his sleep, he fell asleep again within twenty minutes after going to bed.

Before closing his eyes, he turned sideways to face Geto Suguru. The moonlight could not illuminate the place where Geto Suguru was lying, but this little darkness did not affect the person with six eyes at all.

Gojo Satoru's mouth curled up, his voice still slightly hoarse. He stared into Geto's eyes for a while, then whispered, "Good night, Geto."

Geto Xiayou didn't respond to him, but just watched intently, watching Gojo Satoru close his eyes, watching the corners of his mouth slowly return to their usual curve, and hearing his breathing become shallow...

Geto Suguru slept on the side against the wall, and Gojo Satoru slept on the edge of the bed, so neatly placed that they looked like two iron bars, with a gap of nearly thirty centimeters between them.

Gojo Satoru did not pull back the curtains that Geto Suguru had opened, allowing the faint moonlight to fall on his face.

Geto Suguru pressed himself against the cold wall until he heard Gojo Satoru's even and shallow breathing, and then he finally realized that the other person was asleep.

Lying in the same bed, facing a sober person and a sleeping person, it is obvious that the latter is more relaxing.

As expected, Geto Xiayou still couldn't sleep, and he didn't dare move, for fear that he would accidentally touch the person thirty centimeters away.

Apart from turning my neck, I didn't dare move my whole body.

He looked at the wall, then at the ceiling, and finally, his gaze fell back on Gojo Satoru's face.

He looked at Gojo Satoru quietly, his golden-brown eyes fixed on the pretty face. The fingers that Geto Suguru had placed at his side curled up uncontrollably, and he closed his eyes in embarrassment.

He wanted to touch Gojo Satoru's face. Just now, looking at Gojo Satoru sleeping like a baby, Geto Suguru really wanted to touch his face.

In the dead of night, under the hazy moonlight, many of the things we see do not feel real.

He wanted to rely on touch to confirm whether the person in front of him was real and whether the current situation was real.

However, he only dared to think about it but did not have the courage to do it.

Geto Suguru admitted that if the person next to him was the original Gojo Satoru, with his later personality, he would be able to do even more extreme things, let alone touching his face, and would definitely dare to do anything.

However, he realized that he couldn't mistake the man in front of him for the original Gojo Satoru, as their ages alone didn't match.

This feeling is very torn. I want to believe that they are the same person, but I have to be sober and realize that the truth may not be the same.

It's really very torturous.

In this dilemma, Geto Suguru slowly felt sleepy, and he was very happy that he finally felt sleepy.

My eyelids slowly closed, my consciousness fell into chaos, and my nerves and muscles gradually relaxed.

I don’t know how long I slept. In a daze, I felt a ball of heat approaching me. Its arm was casually placed across my waist, and a leg was placed on my leg in a very arrogant manner.

He opened his eyes half awake and saw Gojo Satoru's face sleeping soundly.

The face was closer to him than ever before, and the beautiful and delicate facial features were infinitely magnified in front of him. He even felt that if Gojo Satoru opened his eyes at this time, the other's eyelashes would scratch his cheekbones like a fan.

It’s enlightenment, it’s enlightenment…

Xia Yujie closed his eyes and thought lightly, what a good dream he had. He dreamed of Gojo Satoru during the DK era, and dreamed that he was using him as a pillow...

A faint smile appeared on Geto Suguru's lips, and he turned around and hugged the person in his dream into his arms.

Hug your best friend in your dream. No one knows anyway, so it would be a waste not to hug him.

This dream was so real that he could feel the temperature and weight, and smell the scent. It was more real than any dream he had had before.

……

At 5:30 in the morning, Gojo Satoru woke up on time because of his biological clock.

The sky outside was bright, and without the curtains blocking the view, it seemed even brighter.

He rubbed his eyes and was about to sit up when he suddenly realized something was wrong.

Looking to the inside, Geto Suguru's face was very close to him. The other party had not woken up yet, and his sleeping face was clean and gentle.

Gojo Satoru suddenly remembered that he had asked Geto Suguru to stay overnight last night. The urge to get up from his back muscles immediately disappeared, and he just relaxed and lay back down.

Geto Suguru, who always disliked him for relying on him, now turned into a koala and hung on him with his hands and feet.

Gojo Satoru, who always treated others as a body pillow, experienced for the first time what it felt like to be treated as a body pillow by someone.

To be honest, this feeling is not very good. Not to mention the weight imposed on the body, just the fact that I am afraid of waking the other person and not daring to move is very painful.

However, because the opponent was Geto Suguru, Gojo Satoru didn't think it was a bad thing.

Geto Xiayou tilted his head and faced him slightly. The room was dim, with only a small area at the head of the bed illuminated by the light coming in from the window.

He slept very peacefully, not affected by the light at all. His black hair spread on the white pillow, with a few strands hanging unruly on his cheeks.

The black earrings on his earlobes were not taken off when he slept, becoming the only special decoration on this man.

Geto Suguru was sleeping quietly, his narrow eyes closed naturally, and his crow-feather-like eyelashes hung clearly on his lower eyelids.

Gojo Satoru looked at the face with a smile. In the past, he had no chance to take a good look at him.

Every time he stared at him, Geto Suguru would avoid his gaze uncomfortably, or simply turn his face away to prevent him from looking.

Now that he was asleep, he could watch whatever he wanted.

For this, Gojo Satoru felt as if he had gotten a good deal and grinned silently.

The line of sight moves from the smooth forehead to the well-defined nose bridge, and then to the thin, beautifully shaped lips.

Geto Suguru's facial features are very thin, the kind of thinness that appears visually thin. Because of his fox-like appearance, he looks handsome but also has a delicate charm.

There is no need to make any deliberate expressions, there is a sense of elegance in every gesture.

Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows and curled his lips, muttering in his heart, "What is a man supposed to do when he's so handsome and charming?"

He complained like this in his heart, but he really liked Geto Suguru's appearance.