Chapter 154

After drinking the coffee, he rubbed his temples.

Truly nervous, truly tired, and his stomach was hungry.

"Fujiwara Chika must have been even more tired at the time... my situation was more serious, a pile of test reports were printed, and she ran up and down... but she didn't need my material thanks..."

Kitakami Yoru drank the coffee in one gulp and rested his hands behind his head.

Afternoon.

"37.8°"

"Low fever..."

Kitakami Yoru checked the thermometer and said to Sakurajima Mai beside him.

During the infusion, the other person fell asleep, and Kitakami Yoru hadn't woken her up.

"How long did I sleep?"

Sakurajima Mai just got up, her body feeling much lighter, but her head was still dizzy.

"More than four hours, rest well."

Kitakami Yoru put away the thermometer and stood up.

"No... don't go..."

Sakurajima Mai was startled by instinct, followed by standing up and grabbing Kitakami Yoru's hem, shouting.

"Ah?"

Kitakami Yoru was stunned for a moment.

"No... sorry... I..."

Sakurajima Mai withdrew her hand embarrassedly; she didn't know why she had reacted like this.

"I'm going to the restroom, I'll be back soon, don't be afraid."

Kitakami Yoru walked up, gently pressed Sakurajima Mai's shoulder, pressed her back into the chair, and said gently.

After speaking, Kitakami Yoru, who couldn't hold it anymore, went and returned quickly, leaving Sakurajima Mai alone.

"I just!"

Sakurajima Mai's blush, which had finally faded, surfaced again.

God!

What happened to me just now?

Not to that extent, right?

And...

He is also too good-looking.

When Kitakami Yoru gently pressed her down, Sakurajima Mai had been staring at his face.

Only now did she wake up.

In less than a minute, Kitakami Yoru was back.

"Where is your home, I'll send you back."

Kitakami Yoru said.

"Sorry to trouble you... my home is near Shirokane-Takanawa Station, I'm also a student at Shuchiin."

Sakurajima Mai nodded gently and stood up.

"Let's talk as we go out, I seem to have noticed the nurse looking at me alone with a strange expression."

Kitakami Yoru twisted his mouth.

"Hehe..."

Sakurajima Mai laughed lightly.

Having almost broken the fever, Sakurajima Mai, who was still in a low-fever state, had no problem walking.

There was medicine at home.

She followed Kitakami Yoru and left the hospital hall.

In a quiet corner, they sat down to talk.

"Tell me about your situation?"

Kitakami Yoru asked curiously.

"It was half a year ago, I discovered that I could occasionally be ignored..."

"Afterwards... met you at the station..."

"And it became like this."

Sakurajima Mai stared slowly at Kitakami Yoru, as if she wanted to see something.

After she finished filming and met Kitakami Yoru at the station, the passersby she came into contact with completely couldn't see her.

"Is that so... really strange..."

Kitakami Yoru didn't intend to share the secret of the golden treasure chest.

"I wanted to commit suicide at the time..."

Sakurajima Mai stole a glance at Kitakami Yoru, smelled the sweat on her body, drank some water, and moved away silently.

"Um..."

"That..."

Sakurajima Mai stammered, continuing to speak.

"If you have something to say, say it."

Kitakami Yoru asked for leave, so he wasn't in a hurry to go to Shuchiin.

"Can you... take care of me for a few... days?"

Sakurajima Mai knew that in her current state, she couldn't take care of herself.

Her only hope and sustenance was Kitakami Yoru.

"Don't worry, I still have money, I still have money..."

Seeming afraid of being rejected, Sakurajima Mai added hurriedly.

Sakurajima Mai, the beautiful star who had debuted since childhood, won countless awards, and was hot in the entertainment industry.

Would one day worry about being rejected by a person of the opposite sex?

"If I take care of you... can you do something for me?"

Kitakami Yoru looked at Sakurajima Mai, asked tentatively, his expression serious.

"Do... do you want to... me?"

"No no no... you you you you... do...?"

Sakurajima Mai, however, thought wrongly because of Kitakami Yoru's overly serious expression!

"No no..."

"It's something else, I won't hurt you, I'm not that bad yet."

Kitakami Yoru waved his hands quickly, wondering if what he said was so ambiguous?

"Then why did you say it like that, I thought... you..."

Sakurajima Mai hugged her knees and buried her head.

"Anyway, you should recover from your illness first, I'm not in a hurry, let's see the situation."

Kitakami Yoru replied with a wry smile.

"I knew you were a good person, Kitakami-kun."

Sakurajima Mai only looked at Kitakami Yoru with her eyes.

"Sakurajima-senpai, I don't want to be a good person~ Let's leave here and go home."

Kitakami Yoru stood up and patted his butt.

Sakurajima Mai followed, but her body had no strength.

In the end, she still needed Kitakami Yoru to pull her up.

"Can you walk by yourself?"

Kitakami Yoru called a taxi with his phone.

"Holding onto your clothes, I can..."

Sakurajima Mai followed behind, pulling on Kitakami Yoru's hem.

The taxi flashed its lights and stopped on the side of the road.

Kitakami Yoru opened the door, sat in first, and then reached out to hold Sakurajima Mai's wrist and pull her in.

"How come you're burning up again after just a while?"

"Didn't the fever break, and you're hot again?"

Kitakami Yoru muttered, closing the door.

The taxi started.

Sakurajima Mai leaned her head against the window, looking at the scenery receding outside, her face flushed red.

Maybe the high fever burned her brain.

She finally recalled how Kitakami Yoru treated her this morning, and how she cried and begged the other person not to leave her...

Now the fever had basically broken, her thinking was active, and her consciousness was clear.

The shame and embarrassment in Sakurajima Mai's heart erupted at this moment.

A half-hour ride.

Kitakami Yoru supported the exhausted Sakurajima Mai and returned to the downstairs of her home.

A tall tower.

A place where the rich live.

Originally, he thought it would be difficult to get in; this kind of high-end tower had very good security.

As a result, Sakurajima Mai took out the owner's key.

All the way up the elevator.

Kitakami Yoru opened the door and supported Sakurajima Mai inside.

He took off his shoes, then helped Sakurajima Mai take off the small brown leather shoes on her feet.

A pair of cute feet wrapped in black silk stockings with reinforced toes appeared, smelling quite strong.

The air was filled with the smell of pickled vegetables.

Kitakami Yoru felt like he had come to a pickled vegetable processing plant.

"Ugh!"

"Ugh ugh!"

Kitakami Yoru suddenly retched twice.

"You! What are you doing?"

"I... I sweated so much..."

"Isn't it very normal?"

Sakurajima Mai, who was incredibly embarrassed, bit the bullet and said stubbornly.

She had been wearing these socks for three days because she hadn't changed them due to the fever.

For these three days, she had deliberately covered herself to sweat out the fever and had sweated a lot.

Not only would her feet sweat, but the sweat on her body also flowed down, and then it was stewed.

It would definitely smell!

"My foot fetish has been cured."

Kitakami Yoru held his nose, quickly supported Sakurajima Mai back to her room, and thought secretly.

The room was decorated very monotonously.

There were a few posters of Sakurajima Mai herself on the wall, and a family photo frame.

"You go out for a bit, I'll change my clothes, and by the way, help me turn on the bathroom heater, I'll rinse my body."

"Still holding your breath, I'll stuff it in your mouth if you smell it!"

Sakurajima Mai sat back on the bed and ground her teeth at Kitakami Yoru, very dissatisfied.

"Sakurajima-senpai, I'm very sorry... maybe my nose is too sensitive..."

Kitakami Yoru squeezed out a smile and retreated quickly.

"Heh... hum..."

Sakurajima Mai first snorted unconvinced, and as soon as Kitakami Yoru left her room, she immediately drilled into the quilt with a red face.

She first muttered something in her mouth...

After a long time, she crawled out and touched her forehead full of cold sweat.

Hormone medicine is powerful; don't endure it if you can't.

"Finally, the fever broke."

Sakurajima Mai raised her hand, touched the needle mark, and recalled Kitakami Yoru's incredibly focused and nervous face when he gave her the injection.

Immediately, she drilled back into the quilt, and a big lump bulged on the bed.

After Kitakami Yoru escaped, he breathed heavily.

He checked Sakurajima Mai's home, found the shower room, went over, and turned on the bathroom heater.

At the same time.

In Sakurajima Mai's room, retching sounds came out one after another.

After a while, Sakurajima Mai came out holding a set of clean clothes.

"I'm a bit hungry, Kitakami-kun, help me see if there's anything to eat in the fridge."

Sakurajima Mai said to Kitakami Yoru, pretending to be calm.

"I know, you should pay attention to rinsing your body, don't touch too much water."

Kitakami Yoru instructed.

Sakurajima Mai nodded and turned into the shower room.

Kitakami Yoru went over and opened the fridge; it was almost empty.

A few bento boxes that looked edible had also been there for almost a week.

Patients shouldn't eat greasy food either.

"I'd better go out and buy some ingredients."

Kitakami Yoru took the owner's key and left the tower.

A few hundred meters away, there was a commercial district with a supermarket.

Kitakami Yoru searched for recipes, bought the corresponding ingredients, and went back.

He walked into the tower and got into the elevator.

Shortly after, Yukinoshita Yukino came out of another elevator.

Back to the entrance.

Kitakami Yoru held his nose, picked up Sakurajima Mai's cute little leather shoes, and put them back on the shoe rack.

Then he took the ingredients he bought and went to the kitchen.

He planned to cook some porridge and stew some rock sugar and pear to moisten the lungs.

After washing his hands, Kitakami Yoru smelled his fingers; there was no smell.

"Achoo—"

Sakurajima Mai, who was frantically cleaning her pair of snow-white, tender feet with body wash and a brush, sneezed.

She came out after washing.

Kitakami Yoru's porridge was also cooked.

"Come over and eat something."

Kitakami Yoru only cooked for two people, which would be faster.

He and Sakurajima Mai hadn't eaten anything since this morning until 4:00 PM.

And they had consumed a lot.

"So fragrant~"

Sakurajima Mai's stomach had been growling incessantly, and she walked over quickly.

Kitakami Yoru served two bowls of nourishing porridge and sat down to eat.

"Kitakami-kun, did you turn on the air conditioner for heating?"

Sakurajima Mai sat down and heard the air conditioner working.

"I was afraid you'd catch a cold after showering, you should adapt to the temperature first."