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

The next day, around noon, Sumirei Kichikawa took Satoru Gojo to the Kinomoto family home.

In fact, Sumi Kichikawa had woken up early, washed up, and carefully tidied up the clothes she had changed out of the night before.

When I returned to the bedroom, Gojo Satoru was still fast asleep, wrapped tightly in the blankets, with only his messy white hair showing on the pillow.

He went over and tried calling out once.

With his eyes closed, Gojo Satoru mumbled a response through his nose, but his hand precisely reached out and encircled his waist, pulling him slightly toward the edge of the bed.

After doing this, he felt at ease and continued to sleep, showing no intention of waking up.

Kikawa looked down at him, but ultimately didn't force him to wake up.

Although Gojo Satoru seemed very enthusiastic throughout last night, he had spent so much time wandering around during the day and then focused intently on observing the entire battle, so his energy must have been somewhat depleted.

In addition, this is another world, which inherently suppresses outsiders, so it's normal that he can't wake up.

Anyway, the Kinomoto family didn't urge him, so it wouldn't hurt to let him sleep a little longer.

So, when Gojo Satoru finally woke up after a good night's sleep, it was almost time for the agreed-upon meal.

He lay quietly on the bed for a while, then turned his head and saw Sumi Kichikawa sitting not far away, flipping through a book. He lazily stretched out a hand from under the covers.

"Xiao Cheng."

Hearing the voice, Sumire Kichikawa looked up: "Awake?"

"Hmm." Gojo Satoru remained lying in bed, his hand still raised in mid-air. "Pull me up."

Kikawa Sumi reluctantly closed the book, got up and walked to the bedside, reaching out to hold his hand.

Gojo Satoru used the force to sit up, but instead of letting go immediately, he leaned forward and rested his forehead against Kikkawa Sumi.

He closed his eyes and leaned against it for a while to recover.

Kikawa Sumi let him lean on her, and raised her free hand to gently tidy his messy hair.

Still sleepy?

"Not sleepy." Gojo Satoru's voice still had a slightly hoarse, nasal tone from just waking up. "I'm just recharging."

Kikawa Sumi was already used to his occasional strange remarks, and followed up by asking, "Is it charged yet?"

Gojo Satoru hugged his waist with a sense of entitlement, saying confidently, "It's almost there."

Kikawa Sumi didn't urge him, and just stood there quietly letting him lean on her.

It wasn't until the clock on the wall had silently ticked away for a few more minutes that he raised his hand and gently pinched Gojo Satoru's nape.

"If you don't get up soon, Xiao Ke will eat the cake."

The person in his arms suddenly opened their eyes.

"That won't do."

Gojo Satoru finally let go of her hand and nimbly rolled off the bed.

As Sumire Kichikawa watched his retreating figure quickly walk towards the washroom, she smiled silently.

After getting ready, the two of them brought the desserts they had prepared in advance and arrived at the Kinomoto family's house at the agreed time.

The doorbell had barely rung once when a series of hurried footsteps came from behind the door.

"Brother Qichuan, Mr. Wu!"

The door was pulled open, and Sakura's smile was bright and enthusiastic.

She had clearly gotten up very early today; she hadn't even taken off her apron yet, and there was even a little bit of flour on her cheeks.

"Please come in! Everyone is waiting for you."

"Excuse me." Sumi Kichikawa handed over the dessert she was holding.

Satoru Gojo followed beside her, smiling and bending down: "Good morning, Sakura. Did you sleep well last night?"

Upon hearing the word "yesterday," the smile that had just appeared on Sakura's face immediately turned into guilt.

"I slept very well. Um... Mr. Satoru, are you feeling unwell anywhere? Does your head hurt? Did you feel particularly tired after you got home last night?"

The questions came at him like a machine gun, giving Gojo Satoru no chance to speak.

Gojo Satoru blinked: "I..."

"Let's go inside first and talk."

Kikawa Sumi reached out from behind, her palm landing on Gojo Satoru's waist, and led him a step into the doorway.

Gojo Satoru followed his lead into the entrance hall, glanced back at him, and smiled enigmatically in his pale blue eyes.

Kikawa Sumi remained calm, bent down to take slippers from the shoe cabinet for him, and placed them neatly at his feet.

After the two changed their shoes and entered the living room, Tomoyo was already there to greet them.

Good morning, Mr. Wu.

She wore a light-colored long dress, her expression still calm and gentle, but when she looked at Gojo Satoru, her eyes showed the same concern as Sakura's.

"I'm so sorry about last night. I promised to show you around Tomoeda Town, but you ended up getting into that kind of mess."

"This kind of accident wasn't arranged by you guys." Gojo Satoru waved his hand with a smile, his tone relaxed. "Besides, I slept very well, and nothing happened to me."

Indeed, nothing happened to him, since he wasn't affected at all.

Sakura and Tomoyo, however, were unaware of the truth.

To them, Gojo Satoru's words were a thoughtful attempt to comfort them, which only intensified the two girls' guilt instead of lessening it.

"Mr. Satoru, please have a seat here." Sakura quickly pulled out a chair for him. "I've prepared some hot tea. By the way, are you hungry? Would you like something to eat first?"

Tomoyo walked over and carefully placed the prepared cushions behind the chair: "If you still feel tired, you can lean back and rest."

"..."

Gojo Satoru looked at the soft, comfortable chair and then at the tea and snacks laid out on the table. For the first time in his life, he experienced what it meant to be "meticulously attentive".

He only pretended to be asleep once, so why has his treatment suddenly improved so much?

Li Xiaolang came out of the kitchen carrying a cup of tea.

He glanced at Gojo Satoru, his expression still harboring a hint of doubt, but he quickly suppressed it.

"Hot tea." He placed the cup in front of Gojo Satoru, succinctly reminding him, "Be careful, it's hot."

Gojo Satoru's eyes crinkled into a smile: "Thank you, Syaoran."

Li Xiaolang paused, seemingly unaccustomed to his overly natural closeness, and turned his face away somewhat awkwardly: "You're welcome."

The last thing to emerge from the kitchen was the snow rabbit.

He was carrying a tray that was much larger than everyone else's, and it was filled with freshly prepared food.

The aloof and domineering aura he exuded last night has completely vanished from him. Standing before everyone now is still that gentle-looking young man with a non-threatening smile.

"Good morning, Mr. Satoru," Yukito greeted with a smile. "Sakura told me you like cake, so I prepared extra."

Gojo Satoru's gaze lingered on him for a moment.

Good morning, Snow Rabbit.

As Yukito put down the tray and looked up, he met Gojo Satoru's undisguised and inquisitive gaze.

He paused for a moment.

Gojo Satoru, however, showed no intention of looking away. Instead, he rested his chin on his hand and continued to observe him with great interest.

They are completely different.

The person who appeared last night was as cold as the high-hanging moonlight, and even the way he looked at people revealed a distant and aloof attitude that kept people at a distance.

But the snow rabbit in front of me was gentle in both demeanor and aura, as if it had such a good temper that it would never get angry at anyone.

Despite having similar appearances, they have almost nothing in common.

Snow Rabbit was stared at for a moment, then finally touched her cheek, somewhat puzzled: "Is there something on my face?"

"No," Gojo Satoru replied with a smile, "I just find the snow rabbit very interesting."

"I?"

"Um."

Gojo Satoru did not provide further explanation.

In fact, seeing this familiar person suddenly reveal such a completely different side of himself, he couldn't help but think of Sumire Kichikawa.

Although he and Che are the same person, they sometimes don't always present the same image.

However, the difference is that Yukito and Yue seem to be two completely different beings.

But Sumire Kichikawa remains Sumire Kichikawa.

Those occasional glimpses of indifference, sharpness, and even a hint of unsettling danger are simply another part of his soul that he has never revealed to the outside world.

Thinking of this, Gojo Satoru rested his chin on his hand, his gaze involuntarily shifting slowly from Yukito back to Sumi Kikawa.

Sumire Kichikawa was holding a spoon, adding sugar to his tea.

Noticing that direct gaze, Kikawa Sumi looked up: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Gojo Satoru's eyes crinkled into a smile, "I just think Sumi looks really good today."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was an eerie silence around the dining table.

Sakura's eyes widened slightly, while Tomoyo gently covered her lips with her hand, a knowing smile appearing in her eyes.

As the center of attention, Sumi Kikawa seemed oblivious to the reactions around him. He calmly stirred the tea, pushed the cup with added sugar towards Satoru Gojo, and said in a composed tone, "Drink your tea first."

"oh."

Gojo Satoru obediently responded and took the cup.