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

"what?"

Gojo Satoru opened his eyes wide and looked at Mochizuki Ruri in disbelief. This expression made him look more like a big cat with bared fangs and claws.

Of course he found it incredible. From the day Mochizuki Ruri moved into the Gojo family, she almost unconditionally met all his requests.

He had never been rejected by her.

Generally speaking, he has never been rejected by anyone in his life.

As the son of God of the Gojo family, everyone made requests to him in an admonishing tone.

Wangyue Liuli realized that her tone was wrong, and immediately lowered her eyes and whispered in a low voice,

"I don't have any spells, so I can't become a sorcerer. If I go, I'll just cause you trouble."

Gojo Satoru's expression finally softened a bit. His expression was vivid and indescribable, mixed with hesitation, helplessness, and a touch of indulgence.

"You're just an idiot, what kind of trouble can you possibly cause me? Just say you went there to take care of me."

"No one dares to refuse me anyway."

Mochizuki Ruri sat up from the ground, took Gojo Satoru's hand and placed it on her face, letting his fingertips rest on her eyelids.

The unwiped tears wet his fingertips, and Gojo Satoru subconsciously wanted to pull his hand back, his expression dazed.

This was the first time he touched someone else's tears. Except for Mochizuki Ruri, no one in the Gojo family would cry in front of him.

Only she is always so fond of crying.

I cry when it gets dark, when I miss home, when I eat something bad, and even when I don’t have pretty clothes to wear.

But Gojo Satoru couldn't do anything about her tears.

She looked so pitiful when she cried, like a little rabbit that had suffered a lot of injustice.

In the cat's nest at Gojo's house, she is the only rabbit that eats grass.

It was useless for her to cry to anyone except Gojo Satoru.

But as long as she cries to Gojo Satoru, no one can do anything to her.

At least, this was the situation between them before Gojo Satoru went to technical high school.

"But if I go to a technical college, I'll have to train, and I'm afraid of the pain."

Mochizuki Liuli held Gojo Satoru's hand tightly, and with a soft breath, she said aggrievedly,

"Master Wu, I'm afraid of pain."

Her words shattered Gojo Satoru's confusion, and her gentle breath brushed across his palm, causing his cheeks to inexplicably turn a faint crimson.

He didn't pull his hand away, or rather, he didn't want to pull his hand away from the beginning, otherwise Wangyue Liuli would never have been able to hold his hand.

In this position, he gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Wangyue Liuli's eyes with his fingertips, his movements as gentle as catching a butterfly.

This is the patience and tolerance that Gojo Satoru learned after five years of being together and torturing each other.

"I know, you're a pain-averse fool. You'll cry for a long time if you fall."

"Then you can stay at Gojo's house. I will come back to see you during the holidays. If anyone bullies you, just tell me."

When he said this, Wangyue Liuli's tears, which had just stopped, suddenly fell again, and this time she cried even harder than before.

But he had a particularly well-behaved expression on his face. He even cried quietly with his lips pursed, but his tears kept falling and he couldn't stop them.

Gojo Satoru took a deep breath.

He was getting a little impatient.

Based on the way Mochizuki Ruri and Gojo Satoru got along in the past, she should have called it a day now.

As a veteran love guru who has been in 17 relationships at the same time, she knows exactly when crying can satisfy people's wishes and when crying will only annoy people.

But she just couldn't help it.

The discomfort of being left alone in the Gojo family, the anger of being ridiculed by Zenin Naoya at the wedding, and the most terrible, the fear of being killed by Ryomen Sukuna all came flooding back.

"It's no use telling you..." Wangyue Liuli said in a low voice.

Because you are already dead.

Die before me.

And before you died, you no longer cared whether anyone bullied me.

"Someone really bullies you!" Gojo Satoru frowned in disbelief.

"Whoever it is, I'll go beat him up."

Mochizuki Liuli complained bluntly, "It was someone from the Zenin family. I heard someone call him Naoya, and he said that you would leave me sooner or later."

Although Zenin Naoya hasn't said those nonsense yet, it doesn't stop her from complaining. Anyway, this guy is a bad-mouthed guy and deserves to be beaten.

"I'll remember that. I'll find time to beat him up when we get out."

Gojo Satoru narrowed his eyes, transforming from a lazily resting cat into a predator. Judging from the coldness of his voice, Zenin Naoya would definitely not have an easy time.

This made Wangyue Liuli satisfied.

So she sensibly smiled through her tears, wiped her face with a handkerchief, and looked up at Gojo Satoru. Her eyes, which had just been wet from crying, reflected beautiful colors, like gems in a display case.

"Thank you, Master Wu. You're the best."

Lowering your posture in this way helps calm the other person's psychology. It is both a stick and a carrot, and it also satisfies the strong person's rescue mentality.

"But how can you be so stupid?"

Gojo Satoru tilted his head, "Just believe what he says. You are mine, how could I not want you?"

Wangyue Liuli curled her lips and said, "When you are not mine, I am not yours."

"So of course you can abandon me, just like I can..."

"Don't tell me."

Gojo Satoru suddenly came closer and put his face very close to hers, so close that they could see each other's shadow in each other's pupils.

"I'll be angry if you say that."

Wangyue Liuli suddenly tilted her head forward, gently bumped her forehead against his, and whispered,

"Then I won't say anything more, so as not to make you angry."

I just ran away.

Gojo Satoru stepped back a little with satisfaction and took out a candy from his pocket. The candy was wrapped in shiny cellophane, which reflected colorful light under the light.

"This is a reward. I saved the orange flavor you like."

His eyes were as bright as candy wrappers, but a hundred billion times more expensive than cheap cellophane. They were the most precious treasure in the entire world of sorcery—the six eyes.

Mochizuki Ruri had thought more than once that if these eyes could be plug-and-play like the Sharingan, she really wasn't sure what she would do.

It's a pity that it can't be done.

So she could only take the candy with a smile, showing a surprised expression that she had practiced countless times and was already familiar with.

"Thank you, Master Wu. I'm going to keep the cellophane and fold it into a heart."

"You've almost saved up a whole jar, haven't you?"

Gojo Satoru muttered that he was not very interested in this kind of little girl's handicraft, and he didn't know why Mochizuki Ruri liked it so much.

"Once the jar is full, it will prove that Master Wu loves me very much, because all these candies are given to me by you."

Mochizuki Ruri couldn't help but sigh in her heart. A young master like Gojo Satoru would fall for this kind of trick. According to her routine, she should have said it at a more appropriate time.

But since I'm going to run away anyway, I might as well use up all these tricks as soon as possible.

Gojo Satoru's expression went blank for a moment. A rich young man like him who had everything he wanted was indeed easily moved by cheap gestures.

Sometimes Wangyue Liuli wondered if the young master and the domineering president both loved targeted poverty alleviation, so they always liked to find Cinderella.

At this time, she saw Gojo Satoru turn his head to the side, but even the back of his ears was red.

This proud young man said awkwardly,

"Then you need to get a very big jar, at least bigger than this room."

"I like you more than just a little bit."