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

Geto Xiayou laughed helplessly, and laughed at himself that he was becoming more and more like an ordinary monkey.

Isn't it ridiculous that I, who hate monkeys so much, am becoming more and more like the monkey I hate?

Geto Xia Yu casually threw the clean cotton T-shirt he took out of the closet on the bed. He turned around, opened the waist-high cabinet next to the closet, and took out the medicine box from it.

Xia Yujie was concentrating on selecting the ointment suitable for application. In this case, he needed some blood-activating and blood-stasis-removing medicine, right?

Not sure, but I guess that's how it should be used.

In the past, when he was the leader of the Panxing Sect, no matter what opponent he met, the other party could not do anything to him, let alone get hurt. Even if he had a headache, fever, cold and runny nose, there were internal doctors to help him.

It can be said that Geto Suguru is not very knowledgeable about how to deal with injuries of this severity.

When you were in technical high school, you had a similar injury after battling with Gojo Gokutaijutsu. How did you deal with it?

It seemed like he didn't take much care of it. If the pain was a little severe, Glass's reversal technique would help. He really didn't let him use his brain.

Xia Yujie found a bottle of medicated oil for treating bruises and injuries. It was enthusiastically recommended by the pharmacy staff, but he had never used it before.

I read the instructions carefully and they said I just need to put a few drops in my palms and rub them to warm them up, then rub them onto the affected area.

The precautions also specifically pointed out that it should not be used on areas with wounds. When Geto saw this, he looked up at his right shoulder in the mirror.

At that time, in order to protect the person in his arms from getting hurt, Geto Suguru simply twisted his body and used his chest as a buffer. Therefore, what hit the back of the front seat was actually the back of Geto Suguru's right shoulder.

He twisted his body with great effort to check and found that there was no wound except for the abnormal redness, which meant that the bottle of medicated oil could be used.

The medicated oil dripped into the palm of his hand, and Xia Yujie endured the pain in his right shoulder to rub it to warm it up. The injury was located relatively far back, and even though his body was very flexible, it was still very inconvenient at this time.

Only one part can be applied, and the other part is not easy to reach.

Gojo Satoru quickly took a shower, changed his clothes, and went back to Geto Suguru's room excitedly. However, he could see at a glance that Geto Suguru was nowhere to be found in the entire living room and kitchen.

The bedroom door was open, and soft warm light came in from the doorway.

Geto Suguru didn't close the bedroom door, so Gojo Satoru walked over naturally.

"Mr....Suzuki?"

The person who appeared at the door calling Geto Suguru's name saw a person standing in front of the mirror, twisting his upper body and trying hard to apply something with his palms.

The tall figure was leaning lightly against the low cabinet with his back to the door. Xia Yujie was only wearing a pair of loose black drawstring sweatpants. He was not wearing anything on his upper body because he was applying medicated oil.

It has to be said that Geto Suguru has an excellent figure, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, neat and smooth back lines, and a pair of half-hidden dimples on the waist, which combines strength and beauty.

On such a beautiful body, a red spot the size of an adult male's palm appeared very abruptly below the shoulder.

It’s not so much that Geto Suguru forgot to close the door, but rather that he didn’t expect Gojo Satoru to come over so quickly.

It's not a big deal for a man not to wear a shirt, but because the person who came was Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru felt a little embarrassed.

He turned around embarrassedly to face Gojo Satoru who was walking towards him. Gojo Satoru had no time to praise his good figure. His attention was all attracted by the red color just now.

"What's going on? Are you injured?"

"No, no."

Gojo Satoru's expression turned a little ugly. "You're still saying no? I clearly saw it all just now. Show me."

Geto Suguru didn't want Gojo Satoru to see it, but he couldn't stand the other party's tough attitude.

He had no choice but to reluctantly turn his back to Gojo Satoru, exposing the wound on his back to the other person's sight.

That piece of skin was red and swollen, slightly higher than other places, and it felt hard when pressed with fingers.

Gojo Satoru didn't use much strength, but Geto Suguru still groaned uncontrollably and grabbed the edge of the low cabinet with both hands.

Her slender fingers gripped the edge of the cabinet tightly, and her pink nails turned white from the force.

When you press your fingers on the injured area, you will instantly feel a needle-like pain.

However, as a former sorcerer who had never uttered a sound when being slashed by a knife or blasted by cursed spirits, it was a bit embarrassing for Geto Suguru to groan in pain unconsciously at this moment just because of a slight injury.

Gojo Satoru's brows knitted in displeasure, and his voice grew colder. "How did it become like this?"

"It was just an accident, hiss..." In the mirror, Xia Yujie lowered his head slightly, his eyebrows trembling and wrinkling, "Don't touch it, it hurts a little."

Is this slightly?

Gojo Satoru thought angrily, it must be very painful.

"Mr. Takeru is not a careless person, come to think of it..." Gojo Satoru seemed to remember something. Even though he felt safe and relaxed because Takeru was by his side, he was not completely unaware of the sudden change in the car.

At the time, he didn't think it was a big deal, so he quickly fell asleep again. Now thinking about it...

"Were you injured in the taxi?"

Geto Suguru pursed his lips and said nothing. Many times when faced with a question he didn't want to answer, he would respond to other people's guesses with silence, and it was often because the other party guessed correctly.

"The one when you braked suddenly?"

"..."

Gojo Satoru let out a long breath, and then heard Geto Satsuki say dejectedly, "You've been on a business trip for so long, you must be extremely tired, so you fell asleep in the car. I was afraid of waking you up, and I was also afraid that you'd get hurt in a car accident, so I thought..."

"Are you just thinking of using yourself as a human shield to protect me?"

"..." Xia Yujie pursed his lips and remained silent.

Gojo Satoru glanced at the person in the mirror. The person had his head half-lowered and even his eyelashes drooped. Looking at him from this angle, he inexplicably gave people a feeling of being wronged and fragile.

Gojo Satoru raised an eyebrow, but couldn't help laughing. He leaned closer to Geto's face and said with a smile, "Mr. Geto, have you forgotten that I have a technique with no lower limits. Even if the car is smashed to pieces, I will be fine."

His drooping eyelids suddenly lifted up, and Geto Suguru met Gojo Satoru's smiling blue eyes in the mirror.

To be honest, at that time, he had completely forgotten about it.

When encountering danger, it is normal for people to instinctively want to protect the people they care about.

As for how powerful the person he cared about was, under the circumstances at that time, Geto Suguru didn't even think about it.

If it was the leader Geto Suguru before his rebirth, perhaps his brain would be more effective and he might push Gojo Satoru out to serve as a shield for himself.

But now, after being reborn, I haven't used the magic for too long, or maybe I no longer hold on to that strange self-esteem, so I have become much more frank when facing my true inner wishes.

Being frank enough to admit in your heart that you like Gojo Satoru, and being frank enough to protect him because of your love, what a normal logic and practice.