after ghost king retired

Ibaraki had a fever, and the fever was still serious.

Jiu Tun poured him a bowl of medicine, stuffed him under the blanket to cover his sweat, went out to get the wine and came back, only to find that the brat kicked the blanket, and the little monsters serving beside him couldn't hold him down.

"... Tsk." Jiu Tun walked over and waved his hand to make the little monster back down, wrapped the quilt into a roll with his own hands, and slapped him lightly on the burning forehead, "What are you making a fuss about? Quiet!"

His scolding was very effective, even though he was drowsy and couldn't wake up, Ibaraki quickly settled down.

It was just covered in sweat and wrapped in a heavy quilt, and the high fever caused dull pain in all the muscles in his body. After a while, he unconsciously tossed and turned, frowning tightly, full of uncomfortable expressions.

Jiu Tun was a little impatient, and directly picked up Ibaraki Renren and the quilt, hugged him into his arms, and clasped him with his arms to prevent him from moving around, "Okay, don't move around, are you satisfied now?"

Ibaraki leaned against Jiu Tun through the quilt, with his head on his shoulder, closed his eyes, and laughed weakly and silently. He twisted a few times into his arms like a caterpillar, turned his head and buried half of his face In the crescent of his neck, quietly.

After a while, Jiu Tun thought Ibaraki had fallen asleep, and was about to put him down, when he suddenly heard a hoarse boyish voice coming from his arms.

"Best friend..."

"……Um?"

"I like you very much..."

Jiu Tun swallowed the conversation, was silent for a while, and then patted him through the quilt, "Go to sleep."

Ibaraki fell silent, closed his eyes and fell into a drowsy sleep.

Hearing the slightly rapid and deep breathing, Shuten was sure that Ibaraki was completely asleep, and then gently put him down.

Ibaraki was wrapped so that only his furry head was exposed, and he hadn't cut his hair short for a while, half-length fluffy white hair was piled up on his head in curls, and the tips of his hair were wet with sweat, sticking to his face scatteredly.

Jiu Tun stretched out his hand to help him brush the hair off his face, looked at his sleeping delicate face, and sighed.

He was a little conflicted. On the one hand, he didn't want to have any entanglements with this former subordinate and brother, and now his half-adopted son. On the other hand, he didn't want to be too unfeeling to him, for fear that he would be overwhelmed.

The current Ibaraki was raised by him himself, and he is still a teenager now, he has no memories of those years, and naturally he doesn't have the strong mind that has been tempered thousands of times, Jiu Tun really has no heart for him.

Looking at Ibaraki who was sleeping like a coma, Shuten turned around and sat at the table by the window, asked the little monster to bring a pen and paper, and wrote a letter to Arakawa.

To some extent, Jiaotu was also raised by Arakawa from a little lolita to a lover. Arakawa should have a say in this regard.

The wind in early autumn has begun to cool down, and the wine has opened the window door too far, only a crack, the wind blows in through the window crack, and blows his fiery red hair scattered on his shoulders.

The strands of hair fluttered and coiled, snaked in from the hem of his clothes, brushed against the bony collarbone, and a small hickey mark on the collarbone that he hadn't noticed.

The sun rises and falls, and before you know it, it has passed from morning to evening.

Ibaraki, whose fever finally subsided, woke up from a deep sleep, eyes half-opened, his mind was in a state of confusion, as if on strike, and he regained a little consciousness after a while, and moved his sore body trying to get up, slowly laying on the bed After twisting and struggling for a long time, the quilt did not move at all. Only then did he realize that the four corners of the quilt covering him had been pulled apart and nailed to the tatami.

"..." Ibaraki paused in silence for a moment, then silently crawled out of the sweaty blanket, turned his head to see Shuten sitting at the table by the window with his back facing him, yawned and crawled over to lie on his back, "Best friend..."

Jiu Tun leaned forward under his pressure, and casually threw the letter paper out of the window. The moment the letter paper floated out, a ball of flame rolled up, burning and devouring the letter paper.

Ibaraki was a little curious about what was written on the letter paper, but seeing that Shuten didn't tell him what he meant, he didn't open his mouth to ask. He hugged Jiuten's neck and hung it on his back, his body that had just recovered from the fever was limp and unable to lift up.

Jiu Tun didn't shake him away, and let him hug him without moving, frowning, "Sweaty all over, hurry up and take a bath."

"Tired." Ibaraki put his nose against his neck and arched it, sniffing his breath, and slowly realized that Shuten didn't seem to resist him so much, after thinking about it, he boldly touched his hand from his skirt .

Jiu Tun clicked his tongue, stood up and pushed him away, stepped on his chest, looked at his radiant dark golden eyes, and snorted coldly, "You are in good spirits, are you cured? That book The uncle is gone, you stay by yourself."

"Best friend! Best friend!" Ibaraki jumped up quickly, hugged Jiu Tun who was walking out, and put his face on his back. His strong intuition made him subconsciously hold Jiu Tun back, "My head still hurts , my body hurts too!"

"It stinks, stay away from me!"

The arms encircling Jiu Tun's waist were separated, and Ibaraki turned to him persistently, grabbed his lapel and stood on tiptoe, biting his lips and kissing him frantically.

The veins on Jiu Tun's forehead twitched, he endured it, but he still didn't push him away, he stood motionless with his hands hanging down, until Ibaraki felt dizzy and had to let go, then he pressed his finger on his forehead and pushed him away, disgusted Said: "Enough kissing? Go take a shower and change clothes!"

Ibaraki was pushed away a few steps, and he couldn't react in a daze, until Shuten had already left the room, and then he suddenly came back to his senses, his eyes lit up, and he ran out quickly.

I don't know if he was fainted just after the high fever returned, or because he was too excited, he slammed his head on the door frame with a bang, backed up a few steps in a daze, shook his head, rubbed his forehead and ran out quickly, took the time to take a shower and change clothes, and then went to Find a drink.

His best friend finally compromised with him! !We must make every inch of it and chase after it! !