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

Gojo Satoru came back very quickly, and when he came back, he had a towel wrapped in ice in his hand.

He asked Geto Suguru to lie down on the bed, and he sat beside the bed and applied a cold compress to him.

Geto Suguru lay on the bed with his head buried in the pillow without saying a word. Gojo Satoru held a towel wrapped in ice to give him a cold compress while looking around Geto Suguru's bedroom.

Compared to my own bedroom, it’s just separated by a wall, but it’s completely different.

There are low cabinets, computer desks, computers, and display cabinets. There are actually some very cute ornaments in the cabinets.

Gojo Satoru laughed and said with a touch of emotion, "Mr. Geta actually likes this kind of kawaii ornaments? You really can't tell from the outside."

Geto Suguru remained unmoved, and his muffled voice came out from the pillow.

"I just bought it to kill time. Living here alone, I won't feel lonely with a figurine."

This is Geto Suguru's truest thought, but when Gojo Satoru heard it, he felt inexplicably sad.

He looked at Geto Suguru's back and imagined what Geto Suguru looked like when he was alone.

Do you go out to get drunk because you feel lonely because you have no friends?

Both Nozomi and Nanami are heavy drinkers, and adults seem to enjoy having a few drinks.

Drink a few glasses when you are upset, drink a few glasses when you are happy, drink a few glasses when you are heartbroken, and drink a few glasses when your confession is successful.

So, isn’t it understandable that you would have a few drinks when you’re lonely?

A man sitting in the corner of the izakaya bar, drinking one drink after another; a man staggering under the dim street light; his long hair ruffled by the wind, revealing a handsome face that looked indifferent and lonely beneath his bangs.

The image of Geto Suguru getting drunk alone jumped vividly into Gojo Satoru's mind. He couldn't help but wonder, if it were Geto Suguru, would he cry when he got drunk?

Gojo Satoru sneered, thinking that his idea was very strange.

Geto Suguru, he shouldn't do such a thing.

But, does he drink?

"Um... Mr. Getsu."

"Ok?"

"Let's go have a drink some other day."

"Huh?" Xia Yujie thought he had misheard, and suddenly raised his neck and turned his head. The sudden movement involved the muscles in his shoulders, and he couldn't help but grit his teeth in pain.

Gojo Satoru smiled and said, "Let's go have a drink, just the two of us."

"But, Wu, you're not..." Xia Yujie realized something, licked his lips awkwardly, and changed the subject: "Aren't you very busy? How do you have time to drink?"

Gojo Satoru curled his lips and corrected Geto, "No matter how busy you are, you still have to get off work. Let's... maybe next Friday or next Saturday. Since the next day is a day off, Mr. Geto doesn't have to worry about getting drunk and affecting his work."

Geto Suguru couldn't understand why Gojo Satoru suddenly wanted to drink. As an adult, drinking was nothing, but he still remembered that Gojo Satoru was a weak drinker and he hated alcohol very much.

Isn't it strange that he, who hates alcohol so much, actually took the initiative to ask me to drink with him?

"Are you sure?" Geto asked him.

"Ah, definitely and for sure!"

"The wine doesn't taste good~" said Geto Suguru with a smile.

Tapping his chin with his index finger, Gojo Satoru pouted and thought for a moment, "Maybe, but I want to try again."

Since he said so, Geto Suguru felt that he had no reason to refuse. What's more, he also wanted to see Gojo Satoru drunk again.

Interesting, isn’t it?

Gojo Satoru applied ice to Geto Suguru for more than twenty minutes. When the ice comes into contact with the human body surface, it will gradually melt due to the human body temperature.

Later on, the towel could not absorb much moisture, and the water from the melted ice flowed down Geto's shoulders, even wetting the bed sheets, so he had to give up.

After applying the ice, Gojo Satoru gave someone a massage for the first time. After warming up the medicated oil, he gave Geto Kagome a shoulder rubbing massage with his not very skilled technique.

Because he had never done this before, Gojo Satoru had no idea how to control the strength. At first, he didn't dare to use too much force for fear of hurting Geto Suguru.

Geto Suguru's handsome face was buried in the pillow. The wound under his shoulder was burning with pain without the ice. Gojo Satoru's strength, like a kitten taking a walk, made him feel itchy but nothing else.

There is discomfort, but not complete discomfort. It's like someone is running their fingers along the spine from the neck all the way to the coccyx, and all the sensory nerves in the body are concentrated in one place. It's very itchy, but I can't scratch it.

It was so itchy that it felt like a small bug had crawled into the cracks between my bones, making me unable to help but tense all the muscles in my body.

Gojo Satoru heard Geto Suguru's heavy breathing, and he himself was still innocent.

"Does it hurt, Mr. Summer?"

Xia Yujie took a deep breath and gently reminded him, "Wu, use a little more strength, otherwise the medicine won't work."

"I see," Gojo Satoru nodded naively, "I was afraid it would hurt you, so I deliberately held back on my strength."

Since Geto Suguru told him to use more force, Gojo Satoru decided not to hold back.

He moved his wrists, took a deep breath, and pressed down on Geto Suguru's right shoulder with his hands covered in spicy medicinal oil.

In just a moment—"Ah!"

Geto Suguru accidentally shouted, and Gojo Satoru was so scared that he immediately withdrew his hands and jumped from the bed to the floor two meters away.

He raised his hands like a child who had done something wrong, his big eyes full of fear.

Geto Suguru inhaled the air into his lungs in several breaths, and in an instant sweat broke out on his forehead.

Before Geto could say anything, Gojo Satoru, who was two meters away, couldn't help but speak first, "You were the one who told me to use more strength. I can't curse even if it hurts."

Geto Suguru let out a breath and couldn't help laughing when he saw Gojo Satoru's expression.

His tone was helpless, but also mixed with a gentleness that he himself did not notice. He said weakly, "I'm sorry, I'm not mentally prepared. Actually, it doesn't hurt that much. I will bear it. Wu, please apply the medicated oil quickly."

Having said that, Gojo Satoru was walking on thin ice. He tried a few techniques and didn't forget to tilt his head to look at Geto Suguru's expression.

Geto Xia Yu kept his eyes closed and frowned slightly. Apart from a layer of sweat on his forehead, he did not make any frightening sounds.

Gojo Satoru's massage technique gradually improved, and by the time the medicated oil was applied, Geto had gradually gotten used to it.

Gojo Satoru got up from the bed and said to Geto Suguru with a smile, "Have my massage skills improved? Let me do it when you need to apply medicated oil in the next few days. I'm getting more and more skilled."

Geto Suguru just smiled and said nothing. It was indeed not convenient to do things like applying medicated oil by himself, but when he thought about leaving his defenseless back to Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru felt inexplicably uneasy.

It's not because I feel dangerous that I'm panicking, it's just because...