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

"The higher-ups at your school..." Sumire looked directly into those eyes and asked, enunciating each word clearly.

"Is this someone deliberately targeting you?"

Gojo Satoru was clearly taken aback.

Those pale blue eyes widened slightly, and her thick, light-colored eyelashes fluttered twice, as if she were utterly perplexed by the question.

"Targeting me?" Gojo Satoru blinked, his tone full of confusion.

"Your schedule is too unusual." Kikawa Sumi's gaze didn't waver; her cool fingertips remained on the corner of the man's eye.

"For the past two weeks, you've been traveling for work almost every day. Getting home late at night is one thing, but what school calls someone to 'handle an emergency' at 3 AM? If this isn't targeted, then what is?"

Gojo Satoru was silent for two seconds.

He looked closely at Sumire's expression and realized that she actually thought so, which made him find it rather amusing.

"Xiao Cheng, look at me carefully."

He tilted his head slightly, revealing his flawless face to the other person without reservation, his tone exuding an innate pride and confidence.

"Do you think anyone in this world can bully me?"

"It's true that I travel a lot for work, but there's nothing I can do about it. After all, your boyfriend is so handsome and has such strong professional skills, everyone wants me to mentor them, what can I do?"

He shrugged helplessly, his eyebrows curving and a sly smile playing on his lips.

Sumi Kichikawa didn't speak, she just looked at him quietly.

Being stared at like that by him made Gojo Satoru feel a little uncomfortable.

"Why isn't Cheng saying anything?" he asked in a low voice.

Kikawa Sumire remained unmoved.

Seemingly realizing that Sumi wasn't so easily fooled today, Gojo Satoru thought for a moment, then gently took Sumi's hand and whispered.

"Please believe me, okay? I'm really not being targeted, no one is bullying me."

Sumire Kawakawa wrapped her hand around Satoru Gojo's hand and rubbed it a couple of times.

He was his lover.

He had seen his lively side as he acted coquettishly for a dessert, and he had also seen his deepest weariness.

On those nights when he occasionally returned home covered in unseen gunpowder and heaviness, he would silently help Wu take off his coat, watching the weariness buried deep in Wu's eyes melt away little by little in the steam of the warm bath, until Wu finally fell into a deep sleep in the soft bed, letting down all his defenses.

He knew that Gojo Satoru was hiding many things from him, but so what?

As long as this person can continue to curl up with him on the sofa watching cheesy TV dramas; as long as the two of them can snuggle together and chatter about trivial things; as long as they return to the room, he can still sleep peacefully in his arms.

Therefore, in Sumire Kikkawa's eyes, there was no need to investigate those hidden secrets.

He loves this person.

They would even be willing to tear out their own rationality in exchange for the other person's peace in this small apartment.

As long as Gojo Satoru is by his side, he can pretend not to see how chaotic the outside world is.

But the bottom line is that Gojo Satoru cannot be harmed, nor can he be consumed in such an unrestrained manner.

"I know no one can bully you," Sumire Kichikawa finally spoke, her voice gentler than before.

"But Wu, you're tired."

Gojo Satoru's smile faltered slightly.

"Even if no one can bully you, they have no right to make you this tired." Kikawa Sumi's voice deepened, taking on a low, hoarse tone and a stubbornness that even he himself didn't realize.

"Even the most capable teachers shouldn't be sent on business trips to other cities every week. They shouldn't be traveling at 2 a.m. They shouldn't be going through sleep deprivation of more than four hours a night for two weeks in a row."

His gaze fell on Gojo Satoru's eyes, on the faint weariness hidden beneath his smile.

"If it's inconvenient for you to come in person, I can help you."

Gojo Satoru paused for a moment, a hint of surprise flashing in his blue eyes.

"help me?"

"Hmm." Sumire Kichikawa nodded, her tone flat. "I can go to your school and meet with your principal."

Gojo Satoru: "..."

"If their scheduling system is indeed problematic, frequently assigning the same teacher to cross-regional business trips, and the business trip time seriously encroaching on normal rest time, this constitutes illegal overtime as stipulated in Article 36 of the Labor Standards Act."

Kikawa Sumi's expression was so serious it didn't seem like she was joking; her dark, phoenix-shaped eyes even held a hint of unyielding sharpness.

"We can certainly file a formal complaint with the Labor Standards Oversight Agency."

The air seemed to freeze for about three seconds.

An image uncontrollably surfaced in Gojo Satoru's mind.

Masamichi Nocturnus, who was poking at the wool felting cursed body, sat behind his desk, sweating profusely.

Sitting opposite him was Sumi Kichikawa, dressed in a sharp suit, who slammed a copy of the Labor Standards Act on the table and coldly questioned Yoga:

"Why are your school's physical education teachers being forced to work overtime in other cities every day? This is workplace bullying, and I'm going to report you."

"puff....."

Gojo Satoru couldn't hold back any longer and suddenly leaned his head on Kikawa Sumi's shoulder, his shoulder shaking violently.

"Hahahaha... Hahahaha..."

He laughed so hard that tears almost streamed down his face, and his entire weight was pressing down on Sumire Kikawa, making it difficult for him to even stand.

"Xiao Cheng...where did you come up with this idea? Going to meet with that guy, hahaha..."

"What are you laughing at?" Kikawa Sumi was a little confused by his laughter, and the originally serious atmosphere instantly broke down.

He pushed the man's shoulder helplessly, but was only held tighter.

"N-nothing... Hahaha... Sumi, you're so cute..." Gojo Satoru laughed so hard that tears were almost coming out.

"I'm serious." Sumi Kichikawa frowned slightly, a hint of warning in her voice.

"Don't always try to get away with things."

"I know... I know Xiaocheng cares about me the most."

Gojo Satoru finally managed to stop laughing, but a faint mist welled up in his beautiful eyes.

He released his arms from the other person's waist and instead rubbed his stomach, which was a little sore from laughing.

"But really, there's no need. Night Moth is pitiful. He's already having a terrible headache because of the students, and there's a bunch of stubborn old men on the board of directors who cause him trouble every day. If we report him, he'll be left begging on the streets."

As he spoke, he leaned forward restlessly.

"But your body won't be able to take it if you continue like this."

Kisakawa Sumi's brows didn't relax. He looked at Gojo Satoru, his obsession with getting to the bottom of things still undiminished.

"Wu, your school..."

Before she could finish speaking, Sumi Kichikawa's voice abruptly stopped.

Because Gojo Satoru suddenly lowered his head and took his Adam's apple into his mouth.

Kikawa Sumi froze, her mind going blank for a moment.

"Compared to those boring old men and their jobs..." Gojo Satoru's voice became unusually hoarse. His warm tongue lightly licked the delicate cartilage, with a cat-like teasing tone.

"Right now, I'd rather be 'targeted' by Xiaocheng."

The man leaned most of his body over her, and through the thin knit sweater, Kikawa Sumi could clearly feel his burning body temperature and firm, smooth muscle lines.

Gojo Satoru's hand had untied the ties of his apron at some point, and his cool fingertips slipped under the hem of his pajamas, unceremoniously caressing his side waist.

Sumire Kikawa's breathing instantly became heavy.

"Got it..." Sumi Kikawa's voice was hoarse, and the clarity in her eyes was being rapidly swallowed up by some dark desire.

He has always been suppressing himself.

Because he regarded Gojo Satoru as an inviolable treasure, he was always extremely gentle, even with a degree of restraint, even in intimate moments.

Gojo Satoru was well aware of the devastating effect his appearance had on Sumi Kichikawa. He also knew that if he revealed even the slightest flaw, the usually aloof and self-possessed doctor would crumble and lose all sense of propriety.

"I rushed back so tired, but Xiaocheng's mind is full of other men..." Gojo Satoru raised his head, his beautiful blue eyes shimmering as he looked at him.

He deliberately rubbed his nose against Kikawa Sumi's.

"That's too much."

The string of reason snapped with a "snap".