[Ghost Slayer: Blade] No Miserable Online Mutual Fight

Sure enough, there is a price to pay for being exposed to the rain.In the evening, things became clear.

After chopsticks hit the plate again and made a sound, Aizawa Muha raised his head and looked at Muichiro beside him.

His eyes are empty all day long, but since this is usually the case, there is nothing wrong with it.But in the evening, when eating dinner, the state began to be a little bit wrong.

When the chopsticks slipped from his fingertips again, Muha Aizawa moved closer to catch them.

"Wuichiro?" Aizawa Muha frowned slightly, raised his slightly cool hand towards his somewhat hot forehead.

I have a low-grade fever, my breathing is a little heavier, and I'm not in a good state.

"How about some medicine?"

"Don't—" Muichiro, who had been distracted all the time, reacted instantly and shook his head violently.

Looking at Muichiro who was shaking his head in a dazed way, and his head was getting sleepy, Aizawa Muha sighed.

"Then eat quickly, and go to sleep after eating." Saying that, he stuffed the chopsticks back into Wuichiro's hands.

Wuichiro held his chopsticks absent-mindedly, staring blankly at the unmoved food on the plate.

"Hey." Aizawa Muha walked over and took one high and one low chopsticks, and casually supported the head that was about to hang down into the plate.

Muichiro took advantage of the situation and leaned against Aizawa Muha, his eyes narrowed, and his face was buried in the cool palm.

"Forget it, go to sleep." Saying that, Aizawa Muha pulled Muichiro to the room.Muichiro also obediently allowed himself to move without any resistance.

"Okay, okay, go to sleep." Aizawa Muha stuffed Muichiro into the quilt, and then tucked in the corners of the quilt.

Aizawa Muha turned around and wanted to go out to tidy up, then tightened his sleeves, and when he looked back, he saw a troubled face protruding from the quilt and hands tightly holding the sleeves.

"Where are you going?"

Aizawa Muha tugged at his sleeves, but didn't.

"I'm going to pack up and be right back."

"No." Muichiro tried to open his eyes, trying to get up.

Aizawa Muha sat on the bed and pushed Muichiro back.

"Okay, I'll wait here for you to sleep before leaving."

Muichiro shook his head, narrowing his eyes sleepily.

Aizawa Muha burst out laughing, watching Muichiro who was struggling to stay asleep while his eyelids were fighting, he was holding on to his sleeve, and stretched out his hand to pat Muichiro's head.

"Go to sleep."

Muichiro, who was full of sleepiness, squinted his eyes, pursed the corners of his mouth slightly, then grabbed the upper hand, pressed it hard, and hugged him tightly in his arms.

The defenseless Aizawa Muha was thrown down, his eyes widened slightly.The line of sight changes, and then I feel surrounded by a small stove.

"Wuichiro—" Aizawa Muha struggled slightly, but did not break free.The hands between the arms were tightly hugged, and the whole person was pressed down.

The hairy head was buried on the side of the neck, and some scorching breath hit the neck, which was a little itchy.

Aizawa Muha sighed and changed his movements.

"Okay, I can sleep with you."

"Hmm... can't... let's go..." The voice weakened, followed by a gentle breathing.

Aizawa Muha pulled the quilt to cover himself and the people next to him, then looked at the face close at hand, and closed his eyes.

The sky outside gradually darkened.

Aizawa Muha was awakened by the scorching breath and heavy breathing, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the burning red face.

His breathing was heavy, and his cheeks were burning red.His mouth was open to breathe, his brow furrowed uncomfortably.

Aizawa Muha reached out worriedly, then frowned deeply.

Human hands are scorching hot.

As if finding a piece of coolness, the unconscious person clings to Weiliang's hand.

Aizawa Muha sighed and stood up cautiously.

The sleeve was grabbed unconsciously, firmly, not letting go.Aizawa Muha could only take off his outer shirt, and then carefully covered the quilt.

Go out lightly, without disturbing other people in Butterfly House.

It's too late to boil Chinese medicine, and Wuichiro doesn't like bitter ones, so he can only choose convenient western medicine.Fortunately, Butterfly House has a relatively complete reserve. After picking and choosing, Aizawa Wuyu went back with antipyretics and anti-inflammatory medicines, holding a cup of hot water in his hand.

Putting the medicine and water cup on the table next to the bed, Aizawa Muha sat by the bed and said softly: "Muichiro, got up, took the medicine and fell asleep."

"Muichiro."

As if he heard a familiar voice calling him, his pale blue eyes dimly opened.

His light-colored pupils were also burning a little red, and his whole body was warm.

Aizawa Muha helped Muichiro up, wrapped the quilt up and leaned in his arms.

The scorching breath hit the side of the neck, which was a little hot.

"Muichiro, open your mouth."

The person who was breathing with his mouth open turned his head unconsciously, his head was resting on Aizawa Muha's shoulder, his eyes were unfocused.

Aizawa Muha first fed some warm water, which wetted his dry lips, then picked up the pill and handed it over.

He was obviously a little confused by the fever, but he still subconsciously resisted taking the medicine.Muichiro frowned, and stretched out his hand to grab the wrist in front of him.

Aizawa Muha used his fingers to hold the medicine pushed out by the tip of his tongue, and then pushed it inside.

"Muichiro, eat it."

The hot and wet tongue flicked around the cool fingertips a few times, trying hard to spit out the bitter things in his mouth.

"Muichiro, be good."

Someone stopped, and then swallowed aggrievedly.

Aizawa Muha breathed a sigh of relief, and then finished feeding him with a sip of water and a sip of medicine in the same way.

"Go to sleep." After feeding the medicine, Aizawa Muha pushed Muichiro back.

Muichiro, who was not fully awake, closed his eyes, and then his breathing calmed down, but it was a little heavy.

Glancing at the hand that was still holding his wrist vaguely, Aizawa Muha hesitated for a while but didn't break free, just lay back on the ground.

It was warm inside the quilt, even a little scorching.The person next to him exuded heat like a big fireball, with an uncomfortable expression.

After thinking about it, Aizawa Muha still leaned over, hugging the hot body.

Ghosts have no body temperature, and in some cases, they can cool down.

As if feeling the comfortable temperature next to him, Muichiro leaned over by himself, his cheeks leaning against each other.

In the second half of the night, Aizawa Wuha was worried all the time, and before dawn, the breathing around him calmed down, and the temperature also dropped.

"Morning, Muichiro, do you want to sleep for a while?" Seeing Muichiro who was still unconscious and his eyes unfocused, Aizawa Muha asked out.

"...Hmm." He buried his head in his arms and rubbed his hands tightly, hugging the waist of the ghost beside him.

Aizawa Muha smiled and stayed on the bed with him.

"Okay, it's time to get up, or else breakfast and lunch should be eaten together." Aizawa Muha lightly patted Muichiro's shoulder, motioning him to get up.

After squinting for a while, if I can't get up, I really don't need to eat breakfast.

Muichiro still didn't look up, but reluctantly let go after hugging him hard again.

Aizawa Muha got up to put on his clothes, but only one sleeve was put on, and there was a weight on his shoulder.

Glancing at the head resting its chin on his shoulder, Aizawa Muha reached out and patted the side of Muichiro's face lightly.

"Get up, before it's too late."

Aizawa Muha said while handing over the clothes.

After getting dressed, Aizawa Muha looked back at Muichiro, who was still dawdling in getting dressed, and went forward to help Muichiro put on his coat and button it up.

"Okay, let's go." Patting the corner of the black uniform, Aizawa Muha simply took Muichiro's hand and walked out.

"When is the task?"

"...Well, tomorrow morning." Muichiro replied after a long pause.

"Really, then I'm taking medicine once today." Aizawa Muha said, his eyes prevented Wuichiro from resisting.

"……Oh."

Aizawa Muyu looked at the front, thought for a while and said: "I don't need to come here in the future, just stay in my own jurisdiction if there are no tasks."

The person with empty eyes was startled, and shook his head vigorously: "Don't—"

Glancing sideways at the shocked and disappointed Muichiro, Aizawa Muha raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "In the future, after this period of time, I will go find Muichiro and Ichiro instead."

The eyes of those who were still in despair lit up when they heard this sentence.

"Well—it's done!"

"Well, it's settled."

Muichiro laughed, then clenched his warm hands, and walked forward first.

Aizawa Muha curled his lips slightly, followed with a smile.