Anime: The younger brother of the Sawada family

Chapter 257 Fever (Part 1)

"Thirty-nine point two." Looking at the number displayed on the thermometer, Gojo Satoru turned to the person lying down, feeling a little distressed. "You are really amazing, dear."

"You're sweating in this cold weather and you don't even pay attention to keeping warm." Tsunayoshi wrung out the towel and gently lifted the loose hair from the other person's forehead to cover it. "Xiao Mi, do you want to burn your brain? There are so many people here, and you don't have to go in person."

"I just took office, so going there in person would be more sincere..." Miyin grabbed the quilt to cover half of her face, her hoarse voice a little muffled, "And it was an accident..."

"It just so happened that their family was dealing with a traitor, and you even chased that guy for six blocks yourself." Tsunayoshi pinched the half of his face that was exposed in annoyance, "Can't you fly? Don't you have an invisibility talisman? Why don't you use it?"

"I was so anxious that I forgot..." Miyin retorted weakly.

"It's my fault too. I should have noticed it when he sneezed." Gojo Satoru took out a thick blanket from the cabinet and threw it on the bed, then quickly spread the blanket out.

"You are indeed to blame." Tsunayoshi held his forehead with a headache and glanced at him. Then he felt a very light force pulling the corner of his clothes. He lowered his eyes and saw...

"Do you really want to burn your brain out?" Tsunayoshi was so angry that he pulled the quilt to cover him and glared at the little brat fiercely.

The temperature is so high and you are still restless! This damn kid!

"Brother..." Miyin called softly, full of coquettishness.

"Alright." Tsunayoshi glared at him again, his tone much softer, "Go to bed quickly. Getting your fever down soon is the most important thing. I'll ask my homeroom teacher for two days off tomorrow."

“…” Miyin immediately closed her eyes obediently.

Thinking of the rumors that had been spread before, Tsunayoshi laughed out loud: "This really confirms the rumors that you are weak and sickly."

“…” Miyin turned over in anger.

"It's almost time." Tsunayoshi turned on his phone and looked at the person next to him. "I have a meeting at the headquarters later, so I'll be leaving first. I'll bring Xiao Mi's luggage over tomorrow. Please take good care of him."

"I know." Gojo Satoru answered after rinsing the dropped towel again.

Before going downstairs, Tsunayoshi turned around and added in a warning tone: "He has a fever now, you better behave yourself."

"...I'm not that kind of person, okay." Gojo Satoru, who was warned, looked at him helplessly.

Tsunayoshi glanced at him: Do you think I believe it?

It was not until the sound of a door closing was heard downstairs and the car parked at the door left that Gojo Satoru immediately put on an aggrieved expression and moved to the head of the bed with a pitiful tone.

"Tsuna is so fierce..."

"Brother, he's even mean to me..." Miyin coughed twice under the quilt, "Maybe he's really pissed off."

During this winter vacation, Tsunayoshi has been studying with the ninth generation leader and attending all meetings, big and small. It is obvious that he is ready to take over. Miyin has also taken advantage of this time to be busy with the affairs of the external consultant and visited many friendly allied families.

When he visited the last house yesterday, he happened to see the traitor escaping while being dealt with. Miyin, whose body was faster than his brain, chased after him directly. Not wanting to reveal too many cards, he did not choose to use devices and talismans. He just ran to chase the traitor for about ten kilometers. When Gojo Satoru received the message and came over, he saw a wet Miyin. He hurriedly took the person back to take a shower, but he was still a step too late. The sneeze he blew after taking a shower made his heart tremble.

So on the afternoon of the next day, Gojo Satoru, who realized that something was wrong with the other party, touched his forehead. The scorching temperature made him immediately ignore the fact that this was the headquarters building of the consultant outside the door, and he carried the person away in full view of everyone.

Miyin, who was very confident in her physical condition, suddenly developed a fever, which reached 39 degrees.

Tsunayoshi, who was meeting with the ninth leader and various departments at the time, changed his expression immediately when he received the news. After asking for instructions from the ninth leader, he immediately rushed to the triangular hut.

According to the ministers present at the time, the opponent's momentum at that time even made these old guys feel palpitations. Perhaps that was the natural temperament of a leader, and he was evaluated by this tenth generation as a descendant of the first generation.

Of course, Tsunayoshi knew nothing about these things. He was now preoccupied with the fact that his younger brother had a fever.

I can only say...these two don't deserve to be scolded.

"Who would have thought that I would have a fever the day before school starts..." Miyin turned over and faced the other person, "I'm afraid the rumor is really going to be confirmed."

"Will you dare to do it again?" Gojo Satoru pinched his face, his flushed cheeks also showing a hint of warmth. "You dare to sweat so much in the middle of winter? Are you really not afraid of getting sick? Now you're fine, lie down."

"I was wrong..." I will dare to do it again next time.

Gojo Satoru, realizing what he meant, sighed softly and pinched his face again... What else could he do? He had to pamper his partner!

"You didn't eat much at noon. Do you want me to make some porridge?"

"No, I can't eat now." Miyin grabbed his hand and pressed it under her face, rubbing it gently, "Stay with me for a while..."

"Okay." After touching his face, Gojo Satoru stood up, took off his coat, and lay down beside him. However, he did not get under the quilt. Instead, he covered himself with the coat and put his hand under his neck, letting him use it as a pillow. "Go to sleep if you're sleepy."

"You're so close to me, aren't you afraid of getting infected by me?" Miyin smiled and adjusted her posture to make her pillow more comfortable.

"If you're infected, that's all the more reason to stay with you." He pressed his other hand against his forehead for a moment, the temperature still scorching. Gojo Satoru lowered his voice, "Okay, you should go to bed."

Miyin, who was indeed feeling tired, stopped talking and closed her eyes obediently.

Seeing that the person was asleep, Gojo Satoru picked up the remote control and turned up the air conditioner by two degrees, then he also closed his eyes and rested.

When Miyin woke up, the light coming in from the top of the floor-to-ceiling window showed that the sky outside was already dark, and the place next to him had only a few wrinkles where someone had slept, without any warmth, and it was obvious that they had been gone for a while. The air was filled with a faint aroma of rice, which came from downstairs.

After putting on the coat that the other person was covering on the blanket, Miyin went downstairs with a dizzy head. At a glance, she saw her partner wearing a beige apron and cooking porridge in the kitchen. The pot next to her was also steaming, but she couldn't tell what was cooking.

"Awake?" Gojo Satoru turned around upon hearing the voice and saw the man standing at the stairs, his face flushed, staring at him. He quickly put down his spoon and walked over to touch his forehead. "The temperature seems to have dropped a little... Do you want to eat now?"

"Okay, I'll go wash my face first." Miyin nodded, stretched out her hands and hugged him, rubbed him gently twice before letting go, turned around and went into the bathroom to wash up.

This truly coquettish look made Gojo Satoru's mouth curl up slightly. He quickly served the porridge from the pot and placed the bowls and plates on the small table one by one.

So when Miyin came back after washing up, he saw a dozen small plates on the dining table. The food in each plate was very light, probably only enough for two or three bites, but he had so many. There was also a bowl of clean white porridge on the table, and a bowl of crab stick and egg custard next to it, which were obviously prepared for him.

"I know you don't have a good appetite right now, so I made more. If you want something sweet, there's pudding over there." Putting the last of the egg drop soup on the table, Gojo Satoru put the spoon into the bowl in front of him, "I'll take care of the rest."

Considering that the other party couldn't touch anything related to alcohol, he didn't even dare to add mirin.

Miyin, who was now very sensitive due to the fever, felt her nose sore and her vision blurred for a moment.

"Eh?" Gojo Satoru, who received no response, looked up and noticed the watery look in the other person's eyes. He suddenly panicked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just can't control my emotions right now." Miyin took a tissue and wiped her face roughly, then said in a very low voice, "Thank you..."

"Don't ever say thank you to me." Gojo Satoru handed him the cup of warm water. "Never."

"……it is good."

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Mirin: A Japanese seasoning similar to rice wine.