After all of them are reborn, who would still want to marry 2.5 Jo Satoru?

The Nightmare Tapir is a spirit that has no offensive power but is extremely dangerous.

Its name comes from a Japanese myth about a beast called a tapir that feeds on dreams.

This friendly yet timid creature stalks the night in silence, silently approaching those having nightmares and eating their dreams, allowing them to have a good night's sleep.

The Night Tapir himself returns to the jungle with these nightmares.

Just from these descriptions, the nightmare tapir seems to be a completely harmless creature, even beneficial to humans.

In fact, in real life, nightmares often bring together the worst and most fearful emotions of human beings, and they are completely indigestible.

Therefore, the nightmare tapir simply stores this emotion of fear in its own body. On the day of its death, those nightmares that it can no longer store will become reality in an instant.

Anyone who is closest to the Night Tapir will be drawn into the nightmare, and no one can escape from the countless overlapping fears and pains.

The Nightmare Tapir is a legendary mind-controlling spirit that can make it difficult for anyone trapped in it to escape from nightmares, even if they realize they are only dreaming.

In a sense, the more sensitive a person's mind is, the more likely they are to receive spiritual words, and Genjiro is undoubtedly an expert in self-torture.

If he becomes a sorcerer, he will probably be a top grade one.

This is probably why talents are everywhere...

Liuli thought this a second before falling into the dream.

The golden block still firmly guards this area, as if no external attack can break it.

The masterpiece of the gods, who transformed into Lan Tang's substitute, quietly guarded Liuli, as if the person who had gone away had returned.

……

Mochizuki Ruri was sitting in a secluded corridor of the Gojo family's house. It had just rained a little, and in the midsummer courtyard, the moss and green bamboos intertwined into a hazy silhouette.

The sunlight filtered through the thin mist, rippling over a few shallow puddles. In the distance, cicadas were chirping.

A breeze blew by, and the wind chimes under the corridor made a tinkling sound.

"Our first encounter was on a quiet path bathed in the morning light. A flower told me its name."

Wangyue Liuli was reciting this poem when her eyes were suddenly covered. A faint floral fragrance came from behind her, like a signal that spring was unwilling to leave.

"Sir Satoru——"

She knew that the person standing behind her must be Gojo Satoru. The Gojo house was like a huge cat house, but only this expensive long-haired Persian cat could act so presumptuous.

Sure enough, the hand covering her eyes was removed and instead stayed on her cheek, gently pinching her cheek.

The movements were so light as if caressing flower petals, but the words he said were quite unlovable, "How many times have I told you to call me Wu, Wu, Wu..."

"Come, repeat after me—"

"Satoru."

"Don't call me Lord Wu. You are not one of the servants in the family or those annoying old men. You should call me Wu."

He is long-winded and nagging, and speaks a bit like a bad boy.

He is the head of the Gojo family who was trained according to the template of the Son of God. From his appearance to his dress, he has a lot of Heian-kyo style, but when he speaks, he sounds like a domineering president in his second year of high school.

This is her fiancé, Gojo Satoru, who is only fourteen years old.

Wangyue Liuli turned around to look at him. The fourteen-year-old boy was still young and immature. He was bent over, with snow-white hair hanging down. His deep blue eyes, which seemed to carry the sky and the sea, were filled with a real and fake anger.

But Wangyue Liuli knew that he was not angry.

So she just blinked her eyelashes, raised her head and suddenly moved closer to him.

Gojo Satoru's pupils shrank because of her sudden approach, but Mochizuki Ruri still did not encounter any obstacles.

In front of her, Gojo Satoru never showed any shame.

So Mochizuki Ruri moved closer, kissed Gojo Satoru on the side of his cheek, and showed a sly smile.

"As you wish, fiancé."

The girl in my eyes smiled brightly, like a dream that was about to wake up at dusk in the summer.

Gojo Satoru's heart was beating like a drum.

He was like a cat with its fur standing on end, and almost couldn't help but step back, but he forced himself to stay calm and nodded, "Ahem..."

"That's fine too."

He noticed that his face and ears were burning, and even his breath was frighteningly hot, but the mixture of shame and joy in his heart made him unable to help but move closer.

"Kiss me again..." He thought for a moment and added, "Shout me again."

Mochizuki Liuli raised the corner of her mouth and stepped back while laughing, "What are you calling me again? Master Wu?"

Gojo Satoru couldn't help but click his tongue, his puppy-like fangs twitching in anger. "You're saying that on purpose again."

"It's my fiancé!" he said word by word.

"Okay, fiancée."

Wangyue Liuli showed a proud and slightly childish smile, with bright light flashing in her purple eyes, and laughed happily and excitedly.

Then Gojo Satoru was speechless.

He awkwardly took out his left hand, which had been hidden behind his back, and held a large bunch of bright roses tightly in his hand.

The sunlight was shallow, coating the roses with a faint golden glow. The young man put away his feigned anger. After all, he was not angry in the first place. Then he said in a light tone,

"Well, happy birthday, fiancée."

"Lin told me that girls would be happy if they received flowers, so I bought them specially. How about it, are you happy?"

Now, it was Wangyue Liuli's turn to be speechless.

It was like a feather lightly brushing across her heart. She reached out to take the flower, revealing a smile that could not be concealed at all.

"Hearing you say that, it's impossible not to be happy."

She said so.

After hearing this answer, Gojo Satoru became unhappy. "Happy is happy, unhappy is unhappy."

"You have to tell me so I can know what you like." He said to Liuli seriously, like a good student studying a love manual.

"I want to give you something you like. I hope you are happy because you are really happy, not because I want you to be happy."

Is Gojo Satoru really capable of saying such complicated words with his emotional intelligence?

Wangyue Liuli couldn't help but reveal a slightly strange look and complained in her heart.

The boy, who was perfect in every way except his personality, of course understood her gaze. Gojo Satoru didn't get angry, but instead hummed and said,

"I also read '100 Rules for Love' carefully, okay?"

"Can a book like this really appear in the Gojo family?"

"Why not? I asked Yan to buy 500 copies and gave one to every adult in the family!"

Gojo Satoru raised his head and spoke with pride, like a cat seeking credit.

"I also asked everyone to read it carefully and write a 5,000-word review!"

“Be sure to summarize the essence of the entire book!”

"Ah-"

Mochizuki Ruri really couldn't help laughing. Whenever she thought of the young and old men of the Gojo family carefully studying a small pink booklet and writing down their thoughts after reading it, she couldn't help laughing.

The more she thought about it, the funnier it became, so she simply covered her mouth and laughed out loud.

"Look, you're very happy now."

Gojo Satoru said this, and then he started laughing too.

“So I’m super happy too.”