Chapter 301

Fujiwara Chika's house was even more luxurious than Eriri's.

"Keep it down, it's the middle of the night."

Bringing Kitakami Yoru into the house, Fujiwara Chika warned Fujiwara Moeha not to be startled.

Strict family rules, even playing video games isn't allowed.

Let alone bringing a boy home in the middle of the night.

Yet, Fujiwara Moeha kept calling him brother-in-law; what if someone in the family woke up...

"I know, but the house is so big, generally nothing will happen, right?"

Fujiwara Moeha puffed out her cheeks.

Political family, definitely not lacking money, but must avoid suspicion.

The house is big, and there is only one servant.

"You brought Kitakami-kun back, where is he sleeping tonight?"

Fujiwara Chika let Fujiwara Moeha support Kitakami Yoru, squatted down to take off his shoes, and then put them in the shoe cabinet.

"There are more than ten guest rooms empty."

Fujiwara Moeha actually wanted to say, can't we sleep together?

"How did you meet Kitakami-kun?"

"Tell me the whole story."

Fujiwara Chika asked while gently and carefully putting slippers on Kitakami Yoru and looking up.

"At KFC, I met brother-in-law, went out for a stroll together, brother-in-law was yawning."

"On the train home, brother-in-law fell asleep, so I had to..."

Fujiwara Moeha explained in a low voice while supporting Kitakami Yoru.

"Kitakami-kun's face is so red, flushed."

Standing up, Fujiwara Chika supported him on the other side and found Kitakami Yoru's abnormality.

"Is he having a fever? I remember brother-in-law saying he was blown by the wind, it's very cold at night."

Fujiwara Moeha guessed.

As soon as she finished speaking, Fujiwara Chika didn't hesitate to test Kitakami Yoru's forehead temperature with her hand.

She didn't even need to test her own; she clearly felt something was wrong.

"Low fever, not serious."

Fujiwara Chika shook her head gently; she was too lazy to argue with Fujiwara Moeha now.

Calling him brother-in-law every day, clearly your own sister and Kitakami-kun are just friends, okay?

Kitakami Yoru didn't have a fever; his face was red purely from drinking, and he was drunk, so his forehead was hot.

Being mistaken for a low fever was also normal.

At the same time, he, who was drunk, knew nothing about what was happening right now!

"Support him to my room."

After figuring out Kitakami Yoru's current situation, it wasn't very suitable for him to sleep in the guest room.

First, it wasn't a matter of low fever and illness; what if he woke up tomorrow morning and found himself in a strange environment, maybe a big misunderstanding would occur.

Fujiwara Moeha didn't speak silently and helped support Kitakami Yoru with difficulty.

Arriving in the room, Fujiwara Chika, who occasionally walked the dog, was basically fine.

Fujiwara Moeha, who was only a junior high student, threw Kitakami Yoru onto the bed and sat down to rest and pant: "So tired, brother-in-law is so heavy!"

"I'll go get some water and a cooling patch."

Fujiwara Chika looked at her big bed speechlessly.

Such a private place, fortunately, it was Kitakami Yoru who came to lie down.

Leaving a sentence, Fujiwara Chika walked out quickly and closed the door behind her.

"Sister must be incredibly happy in her heart."

Fujiwara Moeha struggled to get up, examined Kitakami Yoru carefully, and reached out to take off Kitakami Yoru's coat.

Taking off the coat, holding it in her hand, she hesitated whether to continue.

Forget it, let sister do it.

Less than a minute.

Fujiwara Chika walked back in a hurry, seeing the coat in Fujiwara Moeha's hand, and cast a suspicious look.

"Brother-in-law is sleeping with you tonight, his clothes definitely need to be changed, right?"

"It's best to wipe his body with a towel to dissipate heat, and it's also cleaner."

Fujiwara Moeha explained quickly.

"What are you talking about?!"

"I'm sleeping on the floor, sleeping together, what are you talking about!"

Fujiwara Chika, shy, raised her voice and scolded.

"Alright, alright, I was wrong, sister."

Fujiwara Moeha felt disdain in her heart.

They were calling each other in the bathroom, and now she's pretending not to be familiar.

"Wipe body..."

Fujiwara Chika put down the water glass and cooling patch, looking at Kitakami Yoru in a dilemma.

"Helping Kitakami-kun wipe his body is also too foul..."

"This can... no... no... but..."

Fujiwara Chika, whose heart was complicated, stood still.

"By the way, sister, I asked brother-in-law a few questions when he was delirious, look."

Fujiwara Moeha saw everything in her eyes; she was really a good sister.

She took out her phone and opened the memo.

"Questions? You didn't talk nonsense, right?"

Fujiwara Chika wasn't interested in the questions, worried that Moeha would talk nonsense.

Talk nonsense with Kitakami-kun about that brother-in-law misunderstanding.

If Kitakami Yoru knew, she guessed she would never be able to hold her head up, and it would be embarrassing to death.

"Not those."

Fujiwara Moeha showed the phone screen.

They were all Kitakami Yoru's habits, favorite foods, etc...

She didn't care at all on the surface, but her eyes stared fixedly.

"Sister is so useless... I'll help her."

Fujiwara Moeha muttered to herself and cleared her throat.

"Sister, actually I also asked other important questions, do you want to know?"

"No."

Fujiwara Chika acted as if nothing happened, but her heart was trying to memorize Kitakami Yoru's preferences, and she refused decisively.

Moeha likes to talk like this, every time it's definitely not a good thing...

"Oh, I asked brother-in-law, asked him what he thinks of you, if you're not interested, forget it, sigh..."

Fujiwara Moeha's expression was flat, but she had already grasped the mentality, and her hands were slowly clasped together.

"What did Kitakami-kun answer you?"

Fujiwara Chika originally wanted to pretend to be reserved, but the fullness of her concern was written on her face.

"Sister wants to know?"

Fujiwara Moeha hung a faint, treacherous smile on the corner of her mouth.

"That... I..."

Fujiwara Chika turned her head away shyly and nodded slowly toward the window.

"Sister, go kiss brother-in-law, and I'll tell you!"

Fujiwara Moeha pointed to Kitakami Yoru sleeping on the bed and laughed.

The middle of the night had already passed.