I'll retire when I'm done

Gojo Satoru never felt sick.

Pain is no stranger to the children of conjurers; but to Gojo Satoru, suffering is incomprehensible.

——That is the Son of God after all.

People whispered, pushing him to the throne of God, simply and rudely interpreting all the abnormalities in him as "normal" that belonged to Gojo Satoru, and separated him from the world with a few words.

At this moment, Gojo Satoru, who had never felt the pain of a mortal, put his palm on Baihong's forehead. The temperature under his palm was hot, and his heart, which had always been beating steadily, became anxious.The girl was already so hot that her breathing was so hot that she was unconscious, he forcefully refused the help of others, and now he was standing next to her, but he felt extremely helpless.

if i ever get sick...

Even just once...

It's not like I don't know anything and can't do anything now.

The only thing Gojo Satoru could do was to re-roll the mattress to make her lie more comfortably, but this move still didn't help a ten-year-old child who was suffering from a high fever.

The young girl's skin was as white as frost and snow, but at this moment she was sickly flushed by the high fever. Her eyes were tightly closed, but tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes silently, soaking the pillow cover in a short while.

Gojo Satoru panicked and stretched out his hand to wipe away the silent tears flowing from the end of her eyes, only to feel that the girl's eyes were hot, and the temperature almost burned her fingers.

...Is it hard?

The boy's slightly cold hand was pressed against her hot forehead. After an unknown amount of time, the girl sobbed softly and struggled to open her eyes. The normally clear and bright dark eyes were now covered with a layer of watery color, lol It's very cute.

"Enlightened...?"

"I'm here."

Gojo Satoru bent down and pressed his cold forehead against hers to cool her down.

"...I'm fine, it's just a fever." Baihong's voice lacked the usual confidence, the voice was hoarse and soft as if a gust of wind could blow it away, her hand rested on the back of Gojo Wu's hand weakly, and it was in harmony with the scorching heat. His body was different, and his palms were frighteningly cold.

"Go and rest." She didn't know how long she had been burned, so she could only roughly estimate from the intensity of the sunlight, and now it should be near noon the next day.

"I'm here to take care of you."

Gojo Goku pursed the corners of his mouth, and firmly grasped Bai Hong's cold hand.

Bai Hong stared at Gojo Satoru with eyes that were soaked by the high temperature, turned his head for a while, and pressed his other hand on the eyes that felt extremely dry due to the constant tears, and said in a loud voice. Ruoyousi: "...and let you take care of me, then I might as well get a fever and die sooner."

Gojo Satoru's face darkened, but he didn't let go of her hand.

Bai Hong muttered a little aggrieved: "You can stay, then tell me what to do if I have a fever..."

Wutiaowu: "..."

The boy's expression was visibly blank.

"The first step should be to cool down first...?"

He rarely hesitated, showing hesitation.

Bai Hong stared at him for a long time, then shook his head which was already not sober, trying to regain some sobriety from his already muddy mind, thinking about the correct process of caring for patients after a fever, and avoiding himself from appearing next time. The tragic situation of being taken care of by Gojo Satoru until death.

It's too miserable, no matter how you think about it, this kind of death feels too miserable.

"Excuse me, Master Wu."

At this time, Aoi's voice came from outside the door, breaking the embarrassing deadlock between the two, "I brought the medicine here, can I come in?"

Gojo Satoru frowned, and Bai Hong lightly shook his hand. The boy froze for a while, and then opened the door with a reluctant face. There was only Aoi and no doctor outside the door. The trash kneeling on the floor had already run away, and the maid was gentle and dignified, probably because she was more inclined to the patients in the room at this time, and the awe of Gojo Satoru also dissipated a lot because of her eagerness.

"My concubine knows some medical skills... I thought that such a small fact would easily disturb the elders, so I didn't go to the doctor." She said in a condescending manner, prostrated on the ground docilely, revealing a white neck: "If you don't mind , so the concubine will take care of Miss Hong."

Gojo Satoru was silent for a long while before moving away.

Aoi visibly shivered for a while, then slowly straightened up and entered the room.

She was still a little flustered at first, but when she saw Bai Hong lying down, the normally light and lovely girl like a cat suddenly changed into this, and the woman immediately only had eyes full of love and distress.

"sunflower?"

"Please don't hold on so hard, Miss Hong."

Aoi immediately wiped her tearful eyes with a clean soft towel, twisted the veil and put it on her hot forehead, the dampness and coolness outside made the girl's frowning brows slightly relaxed, and her tense nerves relaxed a little. At one o'clock, the tiredness immediately surged up again.

The maid said softly, "You need to rest."

After she said this, she was about to lift the quilt and change her clothes.

Just as the quilt was lifted a little, Aoi was pinched by Gojo Gojo's wrist so hard that it could almost crush her wrist bones.

The maid was suffering from pain, and raised her head in panic, and met a pair of six clear eyes like ice beads that were impersonal.

The boy's tone was cold and his eyes were terribly cold: "What are you going to do?"

Kui replied subconsciously: "Miss Hong has a bad fever and needs to cool down..."

"How to cool down?" Gojo Satoru stretched out a hand, palm up, and said in a slightly forceful tone, "Say it, I'll do it."

The older gentle maid paused, opened her mouth and closed it tightly just now, her cheeks flushed, but she was ashamed and angry: "Master Wu, you can't do this kind of thing...!"

"To cool down is to cool down my body..." Bai Hong explained dryly, "The kind that boys can't watch."

The boy frowned, with a look of incomprehension.

"To put it bluntly, don't you need to take off your clothes? Why can't you watch it?"

Bai Hong: "..."

Bai Hong: "Kui, kick him out for me."

With someone to back her up, the maid also gained confidence, and persuaded Gojo Wu, who was still very confused but did not dare to fight the patient, out of the room, and after closing the door carefully, she was relieved, turned around and sat down on her knees Beside Bai Hong.

She said she was wiping her body, but she just took off her clothes and put them aside. She put a towel under the quilt to wipe and cool down a little bit, but she was still a girl after all, so she couldn't act like she didn't care about anything.

"Sorry, Miss Hong..." The maid sighed, carefully and carefully wiped her body with a warm towel, with an extremely guilty expression: "Master Wu still doesn't know much about this..."

Bai Hong remained expressionless: "...um."

If it weren't for the fact that the five-year-old cub really didn't know anything about this, she could wrench his head off if he said this when he was older.

In the final analysis, this sudden fever was due to overwork and the cold wind blowing all night. The child's body couldn't bear the toss, but fortunately, his body was strong enough, so he could easily resist this wave.

Bai Hong felt it himself, his hands and feet were still a little heavy, but his consciousness had begun to clear up, he was not as groggy as before, and he probably didn't even need to take medicine after the temperature dropped, he just needed to rest for a while and he would be [-]% to [-]% better.

Two hours had passed by the time Aoi put on the fresh and clean pajamas for her and put the towel back into the cold water.Finally, the maid packed up her things and bowed respectfully to her with her hands on the ground.

"Although the condition of the study is simple, but fortunately it is clean enough, it is no problem for you to rest here, and I will not bother you."

She pushed open the door, but was taken aback by Gojo Gojo standing at the door: "Master Wu...!" She felt impolite the moment she screamed out, subconsciously covered her mouth, but couldn't help but blurted out in doubt: " Why are you still here?"

"I can't be here?"

He glanced at Aoi coldly, walked around her and walked into the room, and closed the door forcefully as if angry, blocking the maid from the door.

"Why are you so fierce." Bai Hong muttered behind him.

The boy turned his head and saw Bai Hong sitting in the middle of the bed, but the expression on his face was more angry. He sat awkwardly next to Bai Hong, and asked unhappily: "Why don't you let me come?" ? It’s just rubbing, I can’t do such a small thing.”

Bai Hong remained expressionless: "...This is impossible, it would be terrible in every sense if you were asked to come."

Gojo Satoru was still a little dissatisfied.

He raised his eyes to look at Bai Hong, the girl was still a little hot at this time, her cheeks were red and her eyes were shining, but her eyes were clear and her words were clear, which was already different from the state of the morning when just looking at it made people feel flustered.He raised his hand and touched her forehead. It was the coolness that had just been wiped off, not her real body temperature.

Gojo Satoru looked suspicious: "Is it really cooling down?"

"It's cooling down, it's cooling down," the girl waved her hand nonchalantly: "Thank you, young master, for your concern, I just need to sleep for a while."

Gojo Satoru narrowed his eyes, slightly dissatisfied.

"The temperature felt on the forehead is not right, so don't move."

"Ah?" Bai Hong looked bewildered: "What are you going to do—"

Before she could finish the second half of her sentence, the snow-haired, blue-eyed boy leaned forward and pinched the girl's chin with one hand to prevent her from struggling to retreat. Before Bai Hong could react what happened, the boy's soft lips Then he stuck to the girl's lips, and the tip of his hot and humid tongue tapped lightly between her lips. The stop time was only a second, but it was enough to leave a strong sense of presence that could not be ignored.

"Um……"

Gojo Satoru let go of his hand, and left with a natural expression on his face, not forgetting to reach out and touch Baihong's lips which were extremely tactile.

"Sure enough, it's still a little hot."

Bai Hong: "...!???"

...he is five years old.

I'm going to kill him.

...Calm down, he is indeed five years old this year.

...I'm going to kill him.

This behavior was so shocking that Bai Hong couldn't even make an expression at this moment.

"……what are you doing."

"What for what?"

The boy frowned, and replied confidently: "I'll test your temperature—I just went to check it. The most stable temperature in the human body is the mouth, and I can't directly put it in. The lips are similar, so it's about the same."

The author has something to say: Congratulations to Sister Hong for losing her first kiss (*￣▽￣)y