Ms. Gojo thought she was dating an ordinary person's boyfriend.

My name is Che.

A low, husky voice drifted through the dimly lit entryway, carrying a sense of unbridled freedom.

Looking into the pair of dark eyes before him, which were no longer gentle and restrained but burning with a dark, burning desire, Gojo Satoru's smile deepened.

Instead of pushing away the person pressing down on him, he leaned back comfortably against the cold wall like a lazy cat, letting the other person's breath completely envelop him.

"Che." Gojo Satoru savored the name between his lips, the last syllable rising slightly, carrying a natural, alluring quality.

"A very nice name. Well then, dear Mr. 'Che,' could you let me go for a moment? The wall is a bit cold."

Che chuckled softly.

Instead of backing down, he went even further.

The explosive body pressed tightly against Gojo Satoru, its arms wrapping around Gojo Satoru's waist, pulling him heavily into its embrace.

"lie."

Tetsu lowered his head, his high, straight nose almost touching Gojo Satoru's, his warm breath spraying onto Gojo Satoru's lips without reservation.

"Your body temperature is clearly very high, Wu."

Unlike Cheng's gentleness, which was always cautious and afraid of crossing the line, Che's actions were full of straightforward possessiveness.

His palm slid slowly up Gojo Satoru's neck, his well-defined fingers ruthlessly digging into the soft white hair. With a slight force, he forced Gojo Satoru to tilt his head back, exposing his vulnerable neck completely to his gaze.

Che's gaze, like a materialized vine, greedily licked the long, slender lines of Wu's neck.

He made no attempt to hide his desire, lowered his head, and took a deep bite of the throbbing carotid artery.

"Hiss—" Gojo Satoru gasped, but instead of using his ultimate move to push him away, he grabbed Tetsuya's hair at the back of his head and laughed and scolded him.

"Are you a dog? Xiao Cheng would never bite me like this normally."

Upon hearing the name "Xiao Cheng," Che paused slightly.

He raised his head, his thumb roughly and erotically wiping away the remaining moisture from Gojo Satoru's neck, a wicked smile flashing in his eyes.

"Of course he wouldn't dare."

Che lowered his head, staring intently at Gojo Satoru's lips, which were inches away from his own, his breathing heavy and hot.

Without any hesitation, he leaned forward and affectionately and possessively rubbed his nose against Gojo Satoru's nose, his voice filled with undisguised infatuation and longing:

"Because all his restraint, forbearance, and desires that he dared not easily express to you... are all with me."

Gojo Satoru's heart skipped a beat.

However, he remained outwardly calm, clinging to Che like a lazy white cat, his eyes filled with inquisitive interest.

"So, what exactly is your relationship with 'Cheng'?"

"I am him, and he is me." Che looked at him, his eyes filled with undisguised infatuation.

"You can think of me as his hidden selfish desires. He always has a mild bottom line towards everything in the world, but only towards me... does he show absolute dominance."

At this point, Che pursed his lips, his tone unusually laced with a hint of complaint.

Then, his eyes lit up and a smug smile appeared on his lips.

"However, he was too angry tonight and lost his composure, which gave me a little opportunity."

Gojo Satoru keenly grasped the information in that sentence.

He tilted his head slightly, his azure eyes fixed on Che, then suddenly lowered his voice and tentatively asked:

"So, can Xiaocheng hear our conversation right now?"

Che's fingers suddenly paused, and the force of his stroking Gojo Satoru's lower back unconsciously increased.

Normally, they would communicate with each other.

As long as it doesn't involve the absolute mental barrier, their perceptions can be fully shared.

However, looking at the man in front of her who was completely unguarded and had his fair and delicate neck completely exposed, Che's possessive desire grew wildly like a poisonous vine.

He didn't want "Cheng" to come out and disturb him at this time.

This was the first time he had embraced Gojo Satoru using his own identity.

At this moment, he wanted to completely monopolize both control over this body and the gaze of the man before him.

"I can't hear you." Che lied without hesitation.

He gripped Gojo Satoru's chin with one hand, forcing the other to look only at him, a selfish glint surging deep within his dark eyes:

"I finally get to see you in person, how could I tolerate a third person being there? Not even 'him'."

Hearing this possessive statement, Gojo Satoru couldn't help but laugh out loud, the vibration of his chest traveling against Tetsu's chest.

"Alright, then let's pretend we're having an affair."

Gojo Satoru climbed up the pole, laughing merrily.

Then, he changed the subject, saying casually,

"However, I still want to know... just how many secrets do you know about me?"

Gojo Satoru gently tapped Tetsu's chest with his fingertip: "You just said that there are many things in the world that I can't see with my eyes. It seems that you guys pretend to be ordinary people who know nothing at home every day, but actually... you've already found out everything about me, haven't you?"

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

This is the true purpose of Gojō-jitsu.

He was trying to determine just how much scheming stemmed from "information asymmetry" was involved in this relationship.

Faced with the most intense scrutiny, Che did not shy away.

He let Gojo Satoru's fingers press on his vital point, and instead chuckled softly.

"A thorough investigation?"

As if he had heard a joke, Che grabbed Gojo Satoru's wrist, pulled it to his lips, and bit his hand as punishment.

"Wu, you overestimate my patience and underestimate his bottom line."

Gojo Satoru frowned slightly, but did not withdraw his hand; he simply watched him quietly.

"We do know some things."

Che's eyes deepened, his tone carrying a mockery of his other self, yet also a hint of compromise.

"The aura around you, the flies that are always following you in the shadows, and the occasional whiff of your scent... anyone with eyes can tell you're no ordinary person."

"Since you've guessed it," Gojo Satoru's voice turned cold, "why don't you investigate further? With the abilities you've demonstrated, finding out who 'Gojo Satoru' is should be a piece of cake."

"Because Cheng didn't want to."

Che interrupted him directly, his dark eyes churning with complex emotions at that moment.

Che looked at Gojo Satoru and suddenly sighed softly.

He lowered his head and gently kissed Gojo Satoru's nose. This time, the touch miraculously carried the gentle undertones that Sumire Kichikawa usually possessed.

"Because 'he' is a coward."

Che's voice became low, even somewhat helpless:

"Do you think I don't want to? I want to dig up your past, your secrets, all the threats around you, and then crush those scum who try to control you one by one."

Che's voice revealed a chilling ferocity, but the next second, this ferocity was forcibly suppressed by an almost helpless gentleness.

"But Cheng said no."

Che loosened Gojo Satoru's wrist, then grabbed it with his own, their fingers interlocked.

"He cares about you too much. Cheng believes that as long as you haven't voluntarily revealed your past, even if he has a nine-tenths of a guess in his heart, he will never cross your boundaries to privately investigate that last bit."

Che chuckled, as if mocking his partner, but his eyes also shone with deep affection.

"I don't like his approach... but what can I do? So, even if I want to force my way into your world, I can only be bound by his flawed rules and obediently be an 'ordinary doctor' who doesn't investigate anything."

Hearing Che's words, the sharpness on Gojo Satoru's face slowly faded.

My heart felt as if it had been gently kneaded by a warm hand, and a wave of indescribable tenderness washed over me.

He had always known that Sumi Kichikawa was a gentle person to the core, but he never expected that beneath that seemingly calm gentleness lay such profound forbearance and tolerance.

"He really is a fool," Gojo Satoru muttered softly, a gentle smile spreading across his eyes.

He raised his eyes and looked at Che again. This time, Liu Yan's gaze seemed to penetrate the body and see the true nature of his soul.

"So, what about you guys?"

Gojo Satoru's voice was soft, yet it possessed a fatal allure.

"Since you know my secret, then in exchange... what exactly was that unfathomable power you used against those three? And who... are you?"

The air fell silent at that moment.

Che watched Gojo Satoru quietly, the madness and possessiveness in his eyes gradually subsiding, transforming into an unfathomable abyss.

He suddenly lowered his head and bit Gojo Satoru's lips hard until he tasted a trace of blood before letting go.

"Hiss... You can't shake your dog-like habits, can you?" Gojo Satoru licked his chapped lips and glared at him.

"Wu, you're too greedy." Che looked at him, a wicked smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

He leaned close to Gojo Satoru's ear and spoke in a deep voice, as if making an ancient vow:

"Those things aren't enough to make a deal. Since that coward isn't willing to force you, I won't reveal my hand now."

Che suddenly tightened his arms, pressing Gojo Satoru tightly into his embrace, feeling each other's intense heartbeats.

"When the day comes that you are willing to lay bare all your secrets, all your burdens, and even your soul before us without reservation..."

Che raised his head, his dark eyes flashing with a chilling fervor:

"Come and switch with me again."

Che winked mischievously, his wicked yet playful expression exactly like Gojo Satoru's usual demeanor:

"After all, answers that are too easy to get aren't fun. Don't you agree, my dear sorcerer?"

Gojo Satoru was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Hahaha...you really have a terrible personality!"

"Thank you for the compliment." Che kissed Gojo Satoru's lips in a good mood.

"Well then, let's call it a day."

The next second, the arrogance and wickedness that belonged to "Che" in his eyes began to recede like the tide, and in its place were the black eyes that Gojo Satoru knew all too well, eyes filled with helplessness, gentleness and a trace of weariness.

"...Enlightenment."

Kikawa Sumi closed her eyes briefly, and when she opened them again, she rubbed her temples with a slight headache. Looking at the white-haired man laughing heartily in front of her, she sighed helplessly.

"That guy...didn't do anything weird to you, did he?"