【Zhenyao】Shuiguang

"Xiaoyao?" Ju Zhenqin stood at the door and rang the doorbell twice.

Are you going to take a bath again?Shouldn't it be this time?

He looked up, and there was still faint steam on the window of the bathroom on the second floor, but the light was off.

Fell asleep?Tachibana Makoto weighed the plastic bag in his hand, which contained the dinner for Nanase Haruka.Knowing that he must not have time to make dinner by himself in the rush for homework, he asked his mother to make an extra portion while cooking, and he even brought it with him. He also took great pains to supervise this person to eat well.

Ju Makoto glanced at her watch, it was only past eight o'clock, shouldn't it?

"Then I'm coming in, Xiaoyao." Ju Zhenqin turned to the back door, and pushed open the half-hidden door with a soft shout. The corridor was dark, and the bright light in front came from the living room.

"Xiaoyao?" Tachibana Makoto ran to the living room with a little creepiness, and touched her arm. Who knows if something will come out of this long corridor.

When he ran over, he saw Nanase Haruka lying alone in the middle of the living room, surrounded by paints and brushes scattered all over the floor.

He was just about to say why Nanase Haruka didn't pack his things properly, and he slept on his stomach on the ground without fear of catching a cold. In a blink of an eye, he saw the drawing board lying on the ground and the overturned paint tray in Nanase Haruka's hand.

Tachibana Makoto suddenly had a bad premonition in her heart, threw the bento in her hand on the dining table, and rushed up to turn the prostrate person over and hug her up.

so hot...

The whole body of the person in his arms was hot, his face was abnormally bright red, his forehead and the tip of his nose were constantly sweating, and his face was stained with brown paint because he fell on the ground, his pretty brows were tightly frowned. , holding a paintbrush dipped in brown paint in his hand.

"Xiaoyao? Xiaoyao?" Tachibana Makoto frowned and patted Nanase Haruka's face lightly. Seeing that he didn't respond, she panicked. She picked him up and rushed to the bedroom. The door of the bedroom was blocked. It was pushed open and closed again heavily, and the door panel hit the edge of the door with a deafening knocking sound.

Tachibana Makoto was about to put him on the bed, and ran to the bathroom to get a basin of water to wipe his body, but before he could put it down, his hand was grabbed.

"Makoto..." Nanase Haruka shouted in a daze, her eyes struggled to open a slit, and the beautiful crystal blue pupils were exposed, still beautiful blue, but was stained by the secreted physiological saline and eyelashes. Sweat was piercing with bloodshot eyes, and his clear eyes were full of confusion and helplessness, "Zhenqin..."

Ju Zhenqin looked at the person in her arms with a painful face, her heart tightened even more tightly, and the hands holding him involuntarily clenched.

"Xiaoyao, I'm here."

"Makoto...don't go...don't...go..." Nanase Haruka's other hand fluttered in the air, Tachibana Makoto stretched it out and let him grab her.Qi Yayao murmured unconsciously, closed her newly opened eyes again, and buried herself tightly in Ju Zhenqin's arms, helplessly like a newborn cub.

"Xiaoyao, I'm here. I'm here, don't be afraid..." Ju Maqin guessed that Yao must have some kind of nightmare due to a high fever.

The self in the dream... Did he leave him?

Xiaoyao, don't be afraid, I'm always here.

won't go.

Ten minutes later, Nanase Haruka finally calmed down a little under Tachibana Makoto's constant soft comfort, her frowning brows relaxed, and she just kept holding Tachibana Makoto's hand firmly.

Tachibana Makoto gently put Nanase Haruka back on the bed. This posture was a bit awkward, and his whole body was numb.Although Yao looks thin, the swimmer's muscles are not a joke, so it's still too much to hold him all the time.

He carefully separated Nanase Haruka's hand from his own, rushed directly to the bathroom to wet a towel, and ran to the refrigerator to find ice cubes for Nanase Haruka to apply.

He unbuttoned Nanase Haruka's home clothes, revealing his muscular body.Nanase Haruka's skin was very fair, and she couldn't tell that it was the color of a person who soaked in the sea or outdoor swimming pool every day.At this time, there was abnormal flushing on the white face, and he was sweating uninterruptedly, and the absorbent home clothes even slightly stuck to his body.

Tachibana Makoto felt that looking at Haruka's appearance, she was so distressed that she was about to suffocate. With trembling hands, she took a wet towel and wiped Nanase Haruka's body bit by bit, changing the ice cubes on his forehead from time to time. The extremely gentle whisper and Nanase Haruka's somewhat rapid panting echoed in the quiet bedroom.

Xiaoyao, I am here.

Xiaoyao, don't be afraid.

Xiaoyao, I won't go.

Xiaoyao, get well soon.

Xiaoyao, no matter how bad you get up,

The mackerel was going to be eaten.

Tachibana Makoto said nothing, seeing the temperature on Nanase Haruka's body drop slightly, and his face returned to the usual obedient look when he was sleeping peacefully, he gradually let go of his heart.He felt that it was still necessary for him to take Nanase Haruka's temperature, and he also knew that there was no such thing as a thermometer at Haruka's house, so he had to go home to get it.

Tachibana Makoto simply left a note for Nanase Haruka, fearing that he would wake up midway and worry, so she put on her coat and ran to the house next door.

Mother opened the door and blamed him for coming back so late after twelve o'clock.

Tachibana Makoto quickly explained that Nanase Haruka was ill. Seeing her mother's worried expression, she reassured her that she was fine. She took the thermometer and went back to accompany Haruka. She was probably staying at Haruka's house for the next two days.

Mother naturally agreed, and quickly helped him pack up a simple change of clothes and sent him away. She also handed him a pack of medicine and asked him to drink it for Nanase Haruka.

When Tachibana Makoto ran back to Nanase Haruka's house again, Nanase Haruka still didn't wake up, and slept soundly.

Measured the temperature, 37 degrees eight.

Although it is a low-grade fever, it should not be a big problem, and the temperature should drop by tomorrow morning.But Tachibana Makoto still felt a little uneasy. He looked at Nanase Haruka's dry lips, and took a cup of hot water to feed him.

Nanase Haruka shut her mouth tightly in an uncooperative manner.

A patient with a fever can't do without drinking water, but Xiaoyao can't drink the water if he doesn't open his mouth...

Do you want to open his mouth?

Don't get sick.

Tachibana Makoto glanced at the water, then at Nanase Haruka's tightly closed chapped lips.

He pursed his lips, picked up the cup and took a sip for himself, then kissed Nanase Haruka's lips.

This can't even be called a kiss, the extremely innocent lips touching, the extremely innocent mouth crossing the water, and the sleepy Nanase Haruka and Tachibana Makoto who desperately wants him to open his mouth to drink water.

Even Tachibana Makoto wiped the water from the corner of her mouth after feeding Nanase Haruka several mouthfuls before realizing what she had just done, her face flushed all of a sudden, and she suddenly couldn't look away Nanase Haruka after getting wet in the water Under the dim light, her lips glowed with water and were slightly rosy.

I just kissed Haruka...?

Tachibana Makoto suddenly covered her mouth, and looked at Haruka Nanase in surprise.

He is also really, he didn't know why he came up with it.

He touched his mouth and felt a strange numbness, but he didn't know why, it was just a little awkward.

After Yao woke up, he must not tell him, otherwise he would be used as a laughing stock.

Tachibana Makoto ran to the bathroom to give herself a casual shower, came in wearing a towel and looked at Nanase Haruka, and found that the paint on his face had not been completely wiped off, so she ran to get the towel again.

After wiping, Nanase Haruka's face was lightly stained with water, Tachibana Makoto looked at the faintly visible brown color on the towel, and suddenly remembered what Nanase Haruka said this afternoon.

"Hey Xiaoyao, what are you going to draw, water? The sea?"

"Don't tell Makoto."

Is it...

He hurried to the living room and helped up the overturned drawing board.

Brown eyes, brown hair...

Sure enough, Yao painted himself...

Precious...

Tachibana Makoto returned to the room and lay down next to Nanase Haruka, listening to his steady breathing, the gentle arc of the corner of his mouth curled up again.

He unconsciously touched his lips...