[Seeing you wake up, she picked up the water cup next to her. When you tried to get up to get some water, she pushed you back onto the bed.]
Memory scenes emerge.
Ibuki Yuko's small hand pressed on Minami Yuxi's chest through the quilt. Normally, such a slender arm could never push Minami Yuxi's strong chest, but now, Minami Yuxi was exhausted by the high fever, and Ibuki Yuko pushed him gently, and he lay back on the bed.
He looked at the girl with a questioning look.
How is he going to drink water if he is not allowed to get up
Ibuki Yuko brought the cup of water in front of her, took out a spoon from it, scooped some water, and placed it near Minami Yuxi's mouth.
The temperature of the water was just right, neither cold nor hot. Nan Youxi's eyes swept over the thermos cup on the bedside. Obviously, the girl was constantly mixing hot water from the thermos cup, waiting for him to wake up.
"Thank you, I feel much better." Minami Yuxi drank half of the water and said to Ibuki Yuko.
"I know." The girl said calmly.
"How did you know?" Nan Youxi was surprised.
"I took your temperature. It's 37.2 degrees. You're almost well."
The girl reached into her pocket and pulled out a digital thermometer.
Nan Youxi didn't notice anything wrong at first, until the girl put the thermometer away, then she realized that she had overlooked something.
“… If I’m not mistaken, this is just a thermometer, not a forehead thermometer or an ear thermometer.” he asked.
"Yeah." Ibuki Yuko touched his forehead, wondering why he asked such a question. How could a thermometer look like a temperature gun
"Since this is not a thermometer that can give results by just placing it on the head or dropping it in the ear, how did you measure my temperature?" Nan Youxi asked the real question.
The girl thought about it and felt that it would be difficult for the boy on the bed to understand with words alone, so she decided to repeat the process of taking the temperature.
She put her hands into her collar to warm them, then took out the thermometer and placed it in her palms, and put her hands into Nan Youxi's quilt.
Nan Youxi felt two small hands touching his waist, stroking his chest, and placing the thermometer under his armpit.
"Like this." Ibuki Yuko pulled her hand away and said to Minami Yuxi.
"… "
If Nao Asano did something like this, she would be blushing and afraid to see anyone.
And Ibuki Yuko's expression remained unchanged, as if she had just done something very ordinary. She climbed onto the bed, stepped over Minami Yuxi without any obstruction, and came inside the bed.
The girl knelt beside him, and through the quilt, she held Nan Youxi's arm holding the thermometer with her hand to ensure a smooth measurement.
Minami Yuxi turned his head to look at the girl. If Asano Nao made him feel the burning and itchiness of love, then Ibuki Yuko made him feel the warmth and peace of love.
Even after marriage, Nao Asano still acted like a shy girl, while Yuko Ibuki acted like a wife who had been together for many years even before they established a relationship.
Maybe we shouldn’t use the word love, but maternal love
Although this word doesn't match the girl's body shape at all.
Minami Yuxi's eyes swept over Ibuki Yuko's upper body and she shook her head regretfully.
"Hmm?" Ibuki Yuko noticed his gaze.
"It doesn't matter, Japanese dolls are also flat and short!" Minami Youxi comforted the girl.
Ibuki Yuko didn't understand what he said. She simply judged that this sentence was not important and ignored it.
"Thirty-seven degrees. Are you hungry? I made some porridge."
Minami Youxi nodded, and Ibuki Yuko stepped over the boy's body again, scooped out porridge from the rice cooker and placed it on the bedside, then helped him up.
"By the way, how did you get in?" Nan Youxi thought of another question.
"I asked the administrator to get the spare key."
The girl used the edge of the porcelain spoon to stroke the surface of the porridge, scooped up a shallow spoonful, lowered her rosy little lips, and took a sip from the spoon. The porridge was slightly hot, just the right temperature, so she brought the spoon to Nan Youxi's mouth.
After eating two spoonfuls of porridge, Nan Youxi continued to ask: "Why did the administrator give you the key?"
"I said you had a fever and couldn't be contacted, and I was your mother and wanted to go in to take care of you. She smiled for a long time and helped me open the door." Ibuki Yuko replied.
What kind of administrator is this! Why did he believe it so easily
Looking at Ibuki Yuko's baby face, Nan Youxi suddenly didn't find it strange. The girl's harmless appearance like a little girl really made it impossible for people to be alert.
"I have something to ask you." Ibuki Yuko fed Minami Yuxi quickly.
"What's the matter?" Nan Youxi asked.
Half of the porridge in the bowl was gone, and Ibuki Yuko put down the spoon and placed the bowl on the bedside table. She took off her shoes, knelt beside the bed, and leaned over to Minami Yuki.
Her delicate face was pressed in front of Nan Youxi, and her small, white nose was almost touching the tip of Nan Youxi's nose.
The girl's clear eyes were like a quiet pool in the mountains in summer. The cool mountain water poured down along her gaze, pouring over Nan Youxi's body and extinguishing the fever on his forehead.
"It's a normal cold, not rebellion, right? It seems difficult to die from a cold, and it's very painful." The girl spoke in a clear voice, her lips opened and closed, and the breath hit Nan Youxi's nose.
Ibuki Yuko did not intend to seduce, but her every move, every blink and every breath, made Minami Youxi feel relaxed and happy.
His heart couldn't help but feel itchy, and the low fever on his forehead rekindled in his chest. The only source of water that could extinguish this fire was the girl herself.
He raised his head slightly and touched the tip of the girl's nose with the tip of his nose. This minimal contact, like a drop of water under the scorching sun, made the desire in his heart even deeper.
He answered the girl: "Of course, Yuko is a good mother, isn't she?"
"Yeah." Ibuki Yuko's eyes narrowed slightly, and a smile seemed to come to her face after a long absence.
Nan Youxi felt his chest was restless, and he continued, "But it would be better if mother Yuko could love me more."
"What should we do?" Ibuki Yuko blinked.
"I want a kiss." Nan Youxi couldn't help but stated his purpose too early. He hadn't yet figured out what excuse to make or what fallacy to quote.
Ibuki Yuko had no questions or hesitations. She lowered her head and pressed her soft lips against his, as if she was receiving a very common request.
[Ibuki Yuko took good care of you. Her overly intimate and natural actions when she touched you moved your heart. The girl's emotions did not gather in her chest, making her angry or embarrassed, but spread all over her body, turning into her unguarded and unresisting closeness to you.]
[You couldn't suppress the love in your heart and cheated on her kiss.]
Sorry for being late. It's the third day since I started feeling dizzy and having a dry throat. My typing speed has dropped sharply.
(End of this chapter)