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

"I am the son of the Six Eyes, who has been with the Gojo family for hundreds of years. Before me, the Six Eyes had been absent from the Gojo family for hundreds of years. Many members of the clan had even given up hope, but my birth gave them hope again."

Gojo Satoru snorted coldly, thinking that his fellow tribesmen were extremely ridiculous.

He fiddled with the bangs on his left forehead with his fingers, and the ends of his hair made Xia Yujie's cheek itchy. Xia Yujie couldn't help but raise his hand and hold his fingers.

"Don't move, Satoru."

Gojo Satoru moved closer to Geto Suguru, completely eliminating the two centimeters of distance between them, which was already as short as it could be.

His voice was very low, and the weak breath hit Geto Suguru's face with the strength and movement of his speech.

"Only by killing me can the other five families give birth to a child with six eyes."

Geto Suguru was obviously stunned for a moment, then turned around in the darkness and met Gojo Satoru's eyes.

The light in the room was too dim, and he couldn't see Gojo Satoru's face clearly, but because he was too close, he could vaguely see the outline.

Geto Suguru had an illusion that Gojo Satoru was laughing, and then his feeling was confirmed.

Gojo Satoru actually laughed softly, without any annoyance or anger, as if this kind of thing was not worth mentioning to him.

This was a matter of life and death, yet Gojo Satoru beside him spoke lightly, as if he were talking about someone else's business.

Geto Suguru still doesn't understand why this is so. Is it possible that people from famous families have abnormal brain circuits?

"Haven't they considered that even if they killed you, they might not be able to give birth to a six-eyed son? If others can't do it, then the loss to the entire family would be immeasurable, right?"

Gojo Satoru didn't struggle, letting Geto Xiayou hold his fingers. He said lightly, "Hasn't Mr. Xiayou heard that wealth and honor are sought through risk, and that inequality is more of a problem than scarcity?"

Geto Xiayou sighed, "Your metaphor..."

"Ah," Gojo Satoru admitted that his analogy might be a little inappropriate, but that was the truth.

"What if after losing my six-eyed eyes, a son of six-eyed appears in their small family? Even if not, the Gojo family without six-eyed eyes will still be one of the three great families. For them, there will be no loss. But as long as I exist, they will all be trampled under my feet."

As Geto listened to Gojo Satoru's words, he didn't know what he was feeling for a moment.

In the past, Gojo Satoru would occasionally talk about the Gojo family, and would occasionally interject his own thoughts when he talked about interesting things from his childhood or middle school years.

At that time, I only knew that he did not have a very free life as a child, but I never thought that in addition to the issue of freedom, there was also the issue of life and death.

"Satoru," Geto Suguru did not hide his heartache for Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru pulled his fingers out of Geto Suguru's hand and rubbed Geto Suguru's head like a senior.

He asked jokingly, "Are you feeling sorry for me, Jay?"

He didn't think it was a big deal to show his heartache unconsciously, but when the other party asked him this in person, Geto began to feel embarrassed.

He turned around, facing the wall with his back to Gojo Satoru, and denied stubbornly, "No."

He said no, but Gojo Satoru was still very happy. "Mr. Geto has always been a person who says one thing and means another. Why shouldn't you admit that you feel sorry for me? I don't mind."

Geto Suguru didn't say anything, but at this moment a loud thunder suddenly exploded outside the window.

In the absolutely dim environment, Geto Suguru's body trembled reflexively. The next second, a strong and powerful arm stretched out from his waist and hugged him into his arms.

There were arms restraining my waist, a warm chest pressed against my back, and I could feel the breath of the person behind me on the small exposed piece of skin on my neck.

Geto Suguru forgot about the thunder and his fear, and all the sensory nerves in his body were focused behind him.

He felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his brain was on fire, and he was unable to process the current situation.

Xia Yujie's whole body was stiff, and he dared not move at all. He just lay on his side facing the wall in the same stiff posture.

Enlightenment, Gojo enlightenment...

Gojo Satoru did not let go just because the thunder stopped. In the darkness, he looked at the back of the person in front of him. His long black hair was scattered on the pillow, and some of the naughty hair ends were rubbing against his cheek.

He could feel the stiff muscles of this body and could understand such a reaction.

Gojo Satoru was actually a little confused. When the thunder sounded, he stretched out his hand out of instinct.

At that moment, all he wanted was to protect the person next to him. When this person was afraid, he gave him his arms.

When people are scared, they all want a safe embrace as a fortress, don’t they?

Gender or identity is not that important at this time.

If he took action at the beginning just to drive away the fear for Geto Suguru, then now, in the five minutes after the thunder, he still held this person tightly. What high-sounding reason could he give?

Gojo Satoru could hear his own heartbeat pounding, and he also heard that Geto Suguru's breathing, which had been very natural, had become unsmooth and cautious.

Do you want to loosen it?

To be honest, Gojo Satoru's arms were now as stiff as a dead person's, and he began to feel that he was in a difficult situation.

Whether to retract the arms or not seems very deliberate. In the past, I have never done this kind of behavior, but now that I suddenly encounter it, it has become a problem.

He was a quick learner who could learn something immediately after just one look. But now, when facing Geto Suguru, he suddenly turned from a top student into a poor student.

His brain was working at a rapid speed, but in the end he couldn't come up with a suitable approach. It was like the host of his computer had broken down, and he was completely devastated.

Geto Suguru opened his eyes wide in the darkness, not understanding what was going on.

If he could still deceive himself by saying that Gojo Satoru did that to appease him when it thundered just now, what about now?

He slowly lowered his eyes, and because he didn't dare to move, he couldn't even lower his head. He could only use the corner of his eye to look at the arm across his waist with difficulty.

I could feel the constant warmth from Gojo Satoru's palm on my waist. Even though the temperature had dropped a lot due to the rain, I still felt uncomfortable with the heat.

This...is not something that can be done by comforting friends.

If someone like Gojo Satoru could still pretend to be stupid by saying he was young and ignorant, then Geto Suguru is now a 27-year-old adult.

He was no longer at the age to play dumb, and could no longer use such a flawed excuse.