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

Consciousness rises slowly and heavily, like a bubble emerging from the deep sea.

The moment Sumire Kichikawa opened her eyes, she saw Satoru Gojo laughing hysterically, his pale blue eyes shining brightly in the dim entryway light.

"Oh, Xiao Cheng is awake?"

Gojo Satoru tilted his head with a smile, his tone full of delight at watching a good show.

"That Mr. 'Che' was really enthusiastic just now."

Sumi Kichikawa's temple throbbed.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and pressed his hand to his forehead, trying to calm the chaotic dizziness in his mind.

As two sides of the same soul, he and Che share memories—Qichuan Cheng saw everything clearly, including what that guy did and said.

Especially the line "He can't hear me".

When Sumikatsu Kikkawa thinks back on it, he has an urge to drag Tetsu out of the depths of his soul and beat him up.

"...Satoru." Sumi's voice was a little hoarse. He didn't even dare to look directly into Satoru's eyes. He just frowned and stepped forward, sighing helplessly and with heartache. "I'm sorry."

Gojo Satoru finally stopped laughing and looked up at him.

The lingering smile in those azure eyes, curved like a lake filled with starlight.

Looking at his lover who had just been unrestrained but had now become gentle and refined, he couldn't help but burst out laughing again.

"Sumiko—" Gojo Satoru drawled, his voice filled with mischievous excitement, "Welcome back."

Sumiki's head hurt even more.

He didn't respond to Gojo Satoru's teasing, but simply reached out and very carefully supported Gojo Satoru's chin, turning his face slightly to the side.

As her fingertips lightly brushed across the bruised and swollen skin, Kikawa Sumi's brows furrowed so deeply they could crush a cursed spirit.

"...Tsk."

He forced a soft, impatient sound through his teeth, and the anger surging in his eyes was almost visible to the naked eye.

However, this anger was clearly not directed at Gojo Satoru.

"Wu, don't move."

Kikawa Sumi's voice was as gentle as ever, but there was a hint of weariness in her tone that left no room for argument.

"I'll go get the medicine. You wait here for me."

"Oh—" Gojo Satoru obediently responded, but his eyes were fixed on Sumire Kichikawa's back.

Kikawa Sumi walked quickly to the entryway cabinet, opened the drawer, and took out her ever-present first-aid kit.

His movements paused as his fingertips traced the neatly arranged cotton balls and ointments.

"Che."

He spoke coldly from the depths of his consciousness.

The other soul, who had been huddled in the corner watching the show, lazily yawned: "What's wrong? Why is Lord Cheng in such a bad mood?"

Why did you bite so hard?

Kikawa Sumi's tone was unusually tinged with anger.

He could tolerate all his restraint as "Sumi Kawakawa" being broken, but he absolutely could not tolerate Gojo Satoru being injured because of Tetsu's loss of control—even if it was just a tiny, insignificant red mark.

Che, however, seemed completely oblivious to the fact that he had done nothing wrong.

He turned over in the depths of his soul, his tone full of self-righteous indignation:

Why are you blaming me?

"I just did something you've always been too afraid to do. If you hadn't had this thought in your heart, where would I have gotten the motivation to do it? Cheng, you know we're on the same side."

"Don't blame me, blame yourself."

Sumi Kichikawa's fingers paused slightly.

He closed his eyes, speechless.

Yes, Che is him, and he is also Che.

All of Che's greed, possessiveness, and desire to devour Gojo Satoru were secrets that Kikkawa Sumi suppressed deep in his soul, secrets he dared not let anyone see.

He couldn't deny it.

There was no way to refute it.

"...Don't do anything reckless again." After a long silence, Sumi Kichikawa managed to squeeze out only this weak warning.

"That's hard to say, Cheng." Che chuckled lazily, his voice fading into the distance. "After all, Wutai is so handsome, I can't resist him."

Kikawa Sumi took a deep breath, suppressing the surging emotions back into her heart.

He picked up the first-aid kit and returned to Gojo Satoru.

"Sit down." Sumire Kichikawa patted the large shoe-changing stool in the entryway.

Gojo Satoru readily sat down, even raising his neck to fully expose his wound to Sumirei Kikawa.

He sat very properly, his hands resting on his knees, but his beautiful eyes were restlessly scrutinizing every expression on Kikawa Sumi's face.

Kikawa Sumi squatted in front of him, using a cotton swab dipped in antiseptic to gently wipe the deepest tooth mark on Gojo Satoru's neck.

The icy liquid made Gojo Satoru shiver slightly, and Kisakawa Sumi immediately stopped what she was doing, raising her eyes: "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." Gojou Satoru's eyes crinkled, his voice filled with obvious pleasure. "Sumi's hands are so cold."

"..." Sumi Kichikawa didn't reply, but just lowered her head and continued to work.

His eyelashes trembled slightly from his focus, and his eyes, which always held a gentle smile, were now filled with helplessness and a hint of barely perceptible self-reproach.

Disinfect, apply medication, check for any deeper wounds...

When it came to treating the bloody gash on her lips, Sumi Kichikawa slowed down her movements even further.

He used a sterile cotton swab to apply a tiny bit of ointment, almost holding his breath, and gently applied it to Gojo Satoru's full lower lip.

When his fingertip accidentally brushed against his lips, Gojo Satoru naturally stuck out his tongue and gently licked his fingertip.

"...Satoru." Sumi Kikawa's voice carried a hint of helpless warning.

"Hmm?" Gojo Satoru smiled like a cat that had stolen some cream, deliberately widening his beautiful eyes with an innocent look that said, "I didn't do anything."

Qichuan Cheng had no choice but to withdraw her finger and said irritably, "Why did you provoke him for no reason?"

This statement, rather than being directed at Gojo Satoru, is more of a way of helplessly transferring the blame he felt for Tetsu onto Gojo Satoru, the instigator.

Gojo Satoru was stunned for a moment, then laughed even harder.

He grasped Kikawa Sumi's slightly cool hand, placed it on his chest, and blinked: "I didn't do anything. It was that Mr. 'Che' who was too enthusiastic; he pinned me against the wall and started kissing me as soon as we met."

Sikawa Cheng: "..."

Kikawa Sumi pursed her lips and let out a barely audible "...hmm" through her nose.

Only then did he realize just how many layers of pretense Che, that outspoken guy, had revealed.

The sudden revelation left him somewhat at a loss, unsure whether to continue exploring that topic or shift the conversation elsewhere.

After thinking it over and over...

He decided to play dumb.

All those things Che said just now—the sorcerer, the secrets we know, the secret exchange… all of them can be attributed to this unreliable guy, Che.

Anyway, when Che gets emotional, he'll say anything.

Yes, that's what we'll do.

Qichuan cleared his throat, trying his best to sound embarrassed and apologetic:

"Wu, um... Che just talked a lot of nonsense, don't take it seriously. He likes to talk nonsense when he gets emotional, and a lot of the things he says are made up to scare people."

"He is... kind of my second personality."

Sumi Kichikawa softly admitted,

"It's been around for a long time. It doesn't usually come out; it only briefly takes over when I'm experiencing intense emotional fluctuations."

"I'm sorry," Sumi Kichikawa lowered her eyes, her eyelashes casting a small shadow beneath them, "I haven't told you about this before."

Gojo Satoru watched him quietly.

Those six azure eyes seemed to see through all disguises, clearly revealing all of Kikawa Sumi's thoughts at that moment.

But he didn't expose anything.

Because he understood that Sumi Kichikawa's "pretending to be stupid" was not deception, but a clumsy effort to maintain the existing relationship.

Sumi Kichikawa hadn't figured out how to bring it up yet, and wanted to give him space to continue being an "ordinary lover."

Since that's the case, he'll just go along with this fool's act.

"It's nothing." Gojo Satoru's eyes crinkled into a smile as he grasped Sumi Kikawa's fingers in return, his tone nonchalant. "Everyone has their own secrets, you know."

Sumi Kichikawa quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

However, the next second, Gojo Satoru's seemingly casual voice rang out again:

"However, I am a little curious—when was 'Che' born?"

Sumire Kikawa abruptly stopped packing up the first-aid kit.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.