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

In the end, I still ate the meal.

In fact, Sumi Kichikawa's original plan was to keep this big white cat, who had been working non-stop for half a month, at home and let it get a good night's sleep with its days and nights reversed.

But as it turned out, he underestimated Gojo Satoru.

Around 2 PM, Gojo Satoru, having had a good sleep, crawled out of bed.

He showed no signs of fatigue from yesterday; on the contrary, he seemed to be fully charged, with even every white hair radiating energy.

She would nag him as soon as he woke up.

"Xiao Cheng——"

The tall man, like a boneless cat, clung tightly to Sumi Kichikawa from behind.

His chin skillfully found the hollow of Kikawa Sumi's shoulder, the fluffy white hair tickling the side of her neck.

"I'm really not tired anymore, I'm fully recharged!" Gojo Satoru drawled, his arms tightening restlessly, pulling Sumi Kikawa into his embrace.

Kikawa Sumi was cutting fruit when he shook the knife, causing the blade to pause. She sighed helplessly, "Who promised me last night that I'd stay home today?"

Gojo Satoru immediately tightened his grip, acting like a child who hadn't gotten his candy.

"That was what Gojo Satoru agreed to yesterday, what does it have to do with me today? Sumi—"

Gojo Satoru's breath sprayed against his sensitive ear, sending a shiver down his spine.

He deliberately lowered his voice, using a slightly hoarse, almost seductive tone to coax him in the ear: "Come on, come on, I want to see your friends, I want to have dinner with them... Xiao Cheng—Cheng—"

Gojo Satoru's warm lips traced a path up Sumi Kikawa's neck, leaving delicate, fleeting kisses like a chick pecking at rice.

With a barrage of kisses, cute gestures, and playful teasing, Sumi Kizawa was completely overwhelmed.

He closed his eyes, feeling the warm, supple body on his back, and finally gave in.

"I give up." He put down the fruit knife, turned around, reached out to help Gojo Satoru, who was hanging on him like he had no bones, and took out his phone with one hand. "I'll ask them if they have time today."

After successfully receiving a "anytime" reply from both of them, the two finally began to get ready to go out.

Kikawa Sumi chose a hollowed-out knit long-sleeved T-shirt and paired it with black casual pants.

His features are the kind that grow on you the more you look at them, and paired with his gentle and tolerant phoenix eyes, he exudes a calm and outstanding refined temperament.

Gojo Satoru wore a black oversized shirt, the soft fabric clinging to his broad shoulders, with the top two buttons of the collar casually undone, revealing a small patch of pale skin and a defined collarbone.

Even though her stunningly beautiful azure eyes were mostly obscured by thin-rimmed sunglasses, her sharp jawline and exquisitely defined lips were enough to make people unable to look away.

As Sumire Kikkawa stood in the entryway taking out her car keys, she caught a glimpse of Satoru Gojo putting on his shoes out of the corner of her eye. As if possessed, Sumire Kikkawa raised her phone, pointed the camera at that dazzling figure, and pressed the shutter button with her thumb.

"Click."

In the quiet entryway, the sound of the camera shutter was crystal clear.

Gojo Satoru paused in his action of putting on his shoes.

He straightened up, his sunglasses slipped down slightly, revealing a pair of eyes that seemed to be smiling but weren't.

"Dr. Kosuke," Gojo Satoru turned around, deliberately drawing out his words, his tone full of smugness and teasing after being caught, "I caught you taking pictures of me."

Kikawa Sumi's hand holding the phone stiffened slightly, and his ears began to burn uncontrollably, but he did not put the phone down.

"No need to take pictures secretly, just take them openly!" Gojo Satoru took a few steps over, not dodging at all, but naturally put one hand in his pocket, leaned against the wall of the entrance, crossed his long legs, and even deliberately adjusted a few poses that showed off his body proportions.

He slightly raised his chin, a beautiful smile curving his lips: "Take any pictures you like, I'm very photogenic."

Looking at the radiant man in the camera lens, who was even winking at her, Sumi Kichikawa's ears turned bright red, but her hands moved surprisingly honestly.

The sound of camera shutters clicked all the way.

As he took the photos, he was seriously considering in his mind: Wu Chuan's style is just too suitable for him, should I buy him a few more sets in different colors?

Half an hour later, Sumi Kichikawa drove with Satoru Gojo to the agreed-upon yakiniku restaurant.

The moment the door to the private room was pushed open, Miyazawa Chinatsu and Fujii Makoto were already sitting inside.

"Good afternoon..." Sumire Kawakawa greeted him.

Miyazawa Chinatsu's gaze passed over him and landed on Gojo Satoru, who was following behind. Her eyes lit up instantly, and she blurted out, "Mr. Gojo, you look even better today than at the event!"

Gojo Satoru was extremely pleased. He sat down next to Sumi Kikawa, propped his chin on one hand, and replied with a smile, "Right? Sumi said the same thing before she left."

Chinatsu Miyazawa immediately turned around and looked at Sumi Kichikawa with an incredulous expression: "Dr. Kichikawa, you actually said something like that?"

Kikawa Sumi, who is usually calm, reserved, and even a bit taciturn in the eyes of her colleagues, remained silent for two seconds under the watchful eyes of two gossipy people.

Then, with his eyes lowered, he reached for the clipboard on the table and muttered an admission: "...Yes, I did."

"Cough—cough cough!" Fujii Makoto, who was sitting opposite him, almost spat out the mouthful of barley tea he had just taken a sip of, choking and coughing.

The atmosphere in the private room instantly became relaxed and lively because of this little incident.

The charcoal on the grill was burning brightly, and the dripping fat made an enticing sizzling sound.

Kikawa Sumi naturally took over the task of grilling the meat, cutting the crispy-on-the-outside, tender-on-the-inside snowflake beef into small pieces and precisely placing them into the plate in front of Gojo Satoru.

"Speaking of which, Mr. Gojo," Fujii Makoto raised his beer glass and clinked it against Gojo Satoru's iced Calpis.

"Your arcade skills were amazing during the last hospital event! I took that machine back to test it later, and several regulars asked me if I could break your record."

"Of course!" Gojo Satoru said, biting his straw, his tone brimming with undisguised pride. "I'm a gaming genius. They'll have to train for another hundred years to break my record!"

"However," Miyazawa Chinatsu added with a smile, pushing a plate of lettuce aside, "the nurses in the hospital aren't talking about game records anymore, but rather 'Does that white-haired hidden boss have a girlfriend?'"

Gojo Satoru's eyes lit up, and he deliberately moved closer, looking at Miyazawa through the white smoke of the charcoal fire: "Oh? So, how did Miss Miyazawa answer them?"

"Of course I said, 'He's already taken, so don't even think about it!'" Miyazawa Chinatsu winked playfully, then changed the subject.

"But Mr. Gojo, don't let Dr. Kikawa's gentle demeanor fool you. He's very strict at the hospital. Last time, an intern made a mistake in a medical record, and he made him rewrite it three times under his watchful eye. His aura at that time was absolutely chilling."

"Eh—really?" Gojo Satoru drawled, his pale blue eyes filled with curiosity.

He turned his head and stared at Sumi Kichikawa, who was flipping the beef tongue, as if he had discovered something new.

"Is Xiaocheng really that scary in the hospital? Are all the interns afraid of you?"

Kisakawa Sumi felt a little helpless under his gaze. She picked up a piece of grilled beef tongue and precisely stuffed it into Gojo Satoru's bowl, trying to shut him up: "Don't listen to Miyazawa's nonsense. That's a medical record, it concerns medication safety, so there can't be any mistakes. Also, the beef tongue is ready, eat it quickly."

"Look, look, he's changing the subject again," Miyazawa complained.

Satoru Gojo expressed his understanding: "Whenever Sumi is shy or doesn't want to talk, she will use eating to shut me up."

Fujii Makoto laughed heartily: "We understand, we understand perfectly! That's just how Kikawa is, a real taciturn guy, he keeps everything bottled up inside."

The atmosphere inside the private room became extremely harmonious under the warmth of the charcoal fire.

Gojo Satoru discovered that he didn't dislike this kind of social interaction at all.

There was no backstabbing or intrigue in the world of sorcery, no probing from higher-ups, and no trembling awe when facing the "strongest."

Here, Miyazawa and Fujii simply treat him as "Sumi Kizawa's lover," teasing him, clinking glasses with him, and sharing amusing anecdotes about Sumi Kizawa without any reservations.

Meanwhile, Sumire Kichikawa sat quietly to the side, occasionally interjecting a word or two, but mostly focusing on taking care of his appetite.

When the ice melted, they would refill his drink; when the meat was slightly burnt, they would quietly trim the edges; and even when he casually mentioned that he wanted something sweet, a menu would be handed to him the next second.

This feeling was both novel and incredibly warm to Gojo Satoru.