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

Gojo Satoru's eyes opened even wider, and even his hair seemed to be about to explode, making him look very much like a white cat whose tail was stepped on.

He looked at Wangyue Liuli's serious expression and couldn't help but get angry and told the truth.

"I dreamed yesterday that you ran away with another man!"

"It was that poet you loved so much, Arthur Rimbaud. You ran away with him without looking back, leaving me behind."

"There was also a black mud spirit named Dazai Osamu next to me, laughing at me."

The more Gojo Satoru spoke, the more sour he felt inside. He didn't even know that this emotion was called jealousy and grievance. He just used wide blue eyes and puffed cheeks to express his anger.

Wangyue Liuli looked at the beautiful eyes so close to her, and the young man in front of her who was sulking but just meowing loudly, and an indescribable sense of familiarity and strangeness surged in her heart.

Then, in Gojo Satoru's aggrieved and expectant eyes, she burst into earth-shaking laughter, her movements so exaggerated that she almost fell off the corridor.

Gojo Satoru was completely stunned.

Before he could throw himself into a fit of rage like a child whose candy had been taken away, Mochizuki Ruri leaned over to him like petting a cat, stroking his soft profile and angular chin with her fingertips.

Then she cupped Gojo Satoru's cheeks and kissed him hard on the lips, making a loud sound.

"My fiancé, you are so cute. How can there be someone as cute as you in this world?"

Gojo Satoru's brain instantly froze, he looked dazed, and his face flushed red. He was almost completely bewildered by the kiss and the words.

The originally tense expression relaxed in an instant, and the sourness in the heart was replaced by honey.

He couldn't even help but rub his chin against Liuli's palm. With this subconscious action, he almost made a gurgling sound in his throat, like a big cat having its fur stroked.

Although she didn't answer me and laughed at me...

But she praised me for being cute.

Gojo Satoru thought to himself: Doesn’t she love me so much?

As expected, dreams and reality are completely opposite. How could Liuli-chan abandon him and run away with someone else?

She loves me so much.

We have a pure love that runs towards each other.

Mochizuki Ruri still had a smile on her face. She was so amused by Gojo Satoru's words that she simply pretended not to notice that Gojo Satoru had completely softened and continued,

"But then again, Arthur Rimbaud was a French poet from the late 19th century, and Dazai Osamu was a figure from the 20th century."

"They've been dead for over a hundred years. How did you dream of such a strange plot?"

The more she spoke, the more she wanted to laugh, but for the sake of the young version of Gojo Satoru, who was still very thin-skinned, she had to pick up the bouquet on her knees again.

Then she hid most of her face behind the bright roses, leaving only a pair of beautiful purple eyes exposed.

There was an unconcealable smile in his eyes.

Gojo Satoru wasn't embarrassed or annoyed. Instead, his attention shifted to something strange. "So, if they're still alive, you don't want me anymore?"

This question was really beyond Mochizuki Ruri's understanding. She was puzzled by Gojo Satoru's train of thought, and in the end she could only understand that the young master in seclusion was suffering from a literary and artistic disease.

Oh my God, the name Gojo Satoru can actually be used together with the word "wenqing" one day. It's as interesting as Mount Fuji erupting and the island country sinking.

A chaotic stream of thoughts swirled in Wangyue Liuli's mind, and Q-version figures in different clothes seemed to appear on both sides of her shoulders.

The little devil on the left said, "Don't comfort him, continue to bully him, let him cry, let him cry."

The little angel on the right said, "Okay, okay~"

The angel and the devil reached a consensus instantly. Mochizuki Liuli responded in a condescending tone, "Emmm... If they really come back to life, it will be a bit difficult to choose."

The air suddenly became quiet.

The young master of the Gojo family showed a shocked expression, and he stared at Mochizuki Ruri who was hiding behind the roses.

I gritted my teeth and wanted to get angry, but at the same time I thought her expressionless face was adorable.

Damn it, if she was just a little less cute, he would be really angry.

Being this cute is totally against the rules!

Gojo Satoru leaned closer and stared at her through a bouquet of roses. "What's so hard about choosing? Of course you choose me, choose me, choose me!"

"If you think about it carefully, Dazai Osamu was able to get so many girls to commit suicide with him. He must be very considerate and understand girls' concerns very well..."

"Crunch, crunch -"

"Arthur Rimbaud was, and still is, a man of great talent and beauty..."

"Crunch, crunch -"

"But if I really have to choose, I prefer Oscar Wilde. Why not resurrect him..."

"Crunch, crunch -"

Hearing this voice, the curve of Mochizuki Ruri's lips became more obvious. She smiled cunningly, her eyes piercing through the rose as she looked at Gojo Satoru's gritted teeth expression, and she couldn't even hold back her laughter.

"Fiancé, if you bite your teeth down, your front teeth won't hit my lips next time we kiss, right?"

Gojo Satoru's nose was filled with the fragrant scent of roses, and his eyes were filled with the girl's overbearing smile, so much so that his own face was also flushed by the roses.

Damn it, I was going to be angry with Wangyue Liuli!

I like her so much. She is not an option to me, but the only answer. How can she choose someone else?

So abominable.

unacceptable.

too……

too……

Gojo Satoru's mumbling suddenly stopped.

too close.

They were too close.

The two people were separated by only a bouquet of roses, he was on this side and she was on that side. When they looked into each other's eyes, they could clearly see their little selves in each other's pupils.

I'm actually... laughing...

Gojo Satoru reacted vaguely.

I was so angry, but when I saw her laughing, I couldn't help laughing too...

Get angry, show that super fierce expression, tell her:

I like you so much, you have to like me so much too!

It can be a little less than how much I like you, a little less, but only a little, not too much less!

Gojo Satoru looked at Mochizuki Ruri without blinking, and also at the small self in her pupils.

hateful……

Why is she still smiling...

Why am I still laughing with her?

There's no way to be angry at her.

The fourteen-year-old Gojo Satoru could no longer bear it, and finally reached out his hand, covered the back of Mochizuki Ruri's hand with his slender fingers, and then pulled the rose downwards.

The romantic barrier has fallen.

So Gojo Satoru put his forehead against hers, and Liuli could even feel the airflow when his eyelashes trembled.

The boy who was angry but tried to calm himself down said to her,

"But even if they were to come back to life a thousand times, they wouldn't love you as much as I do."

"I like you very, very much."

So, please don't leave me.

But if one day you really leave me, don't be afraid and don't stay where you are.

You can go wherever you want.

And I will definitely come to you.

"I love you the most in the whole world."