[Comprehensive] This is using life to kill

After accompanying Arnold, in order to prevent him from catching a cold, after returning home, she specially cooked a bowl of ginger soup and brought it to him, making sure that he drank the whole bowl of soup before taking it back home. After a few days of peace and stability.

But it turns out that as long as her neighbors live here, she can't live in peace forever.

Because not long after, Giotto fell ill.

In the middle of the night, Mo Mo, who was sleeping soundly, was awakened by a knock on the door. She dazedly picked up the glasses next to the pillow and put them on. She went to the door and opened it, looking like she was still asleep look like, "Who?"

"Mo, Mo Mo." Standing outside the door was Lan Bao, his expression was a little flustered, and the tears in his eyes seemed to be about to fall, "Giotto is sick!"

"Ah?" Mo Mo yawned, rubbed his eyes and said vaguely, "Then take medicine."

...Ah, by the way, they should have no medicine, otherwise they wouldn't have knocked on the door in the middle of the night.

"wait for me."

She patted her cheek to wake herself up, then quickly walked back to the house to take out the medicine box, looked at the T-shirt and shorts on her body, and followed Lan Bao after making sure that there was nothing exposed.

The light in their living room was on, and she couldn't help squinting her eyes due to the harsh light. After she got used to the light, she saw Giotto lying on the sofa, his usually fluffy orange-blond hair soaked in sweat, stuck to In front of his forehead, his face was flushed unnaturally, his dry lips were slightly parted and panting, looking very uncomfortable.

G half-kneeled beside him, looking anxious and worried, Yuyue at the side was wiping the sweat off his forehead with a wet towel, Naker bowed his head as if praying, Lan Bao stood at the door without going in, and kept on Choked with sobs, Arnold leaned against the wall and lowered his head, not looking this way.

Spedo is not there, but the door to the room is closed.

As if hearing her footsteps, Giotto half-opened his originally closed eyes, the orange pupils were stained with water, "Momo?"

"It's me." Mo Mo went to him and squatted down, looking down for something in the medicine box.

He twitched the corners of his mouth, showing an apologetic but struggling smile, his voice was hoarse as if he was playing a horror movie, "I'm sorry to trouble you again."

"It's better for you not to talk." She took out the mercury thermometer from the medicine box, raised her hand to pinch his chin and put the thermometer under his tongue, "Don't fall out."

Seeing Giotto obediently holding the thermometer in his mouth, Momo nodded and turned to G, "How could he be sick?"

G didn't answer her, Yuyue took her words, "Giotto didn't bring an umbrella when he went out before, but it suddenly rained, and he came back soaked, and recently he practiced drawing lately..." He hummed guiltily "It's all because I didn't think carefully. If I had cooked ginger soup for him like you did, he wouldn't have fallen ill."

No, it's all because he didn't take good care of his body.

Mo Mo just wanted to comfort him, but G interrupted him with a face of self-blame, "No, it's my fault, if I was the one who went out that day, Giotto wouldn't be sick at all." He lowered his head decadently, "As his right-hand man, it is my responsibility to make the leader sick."

"G." Yuyue glanced at Mo Mo subconsciously, then shook her head at him, G didn't look at him, and didn't speak again, but could vaguely hear some vague voices coming from his lowered head.

Isn't it just a fever, and they won't die, so they look like Giotto has a terminal illness.

Mo Mo sighed and watched Yuyue continue to wipe Giotto's sweat quietly. After a few minutes, she took out the thermometer and looked at the number on it, "[-] points [-] degrees."

Putting the j□j thermometer at hand, she took out two antipyretics from the medicine box, asked Yuyue to pour a glass of water, then asked G to help Giotto, put the pills and water to his mouth, "Eat it, sleep after."

Some dry lips touched the palm of her hand, a strange touch, a little itchy from being scratched, but she could feel the warmth and softness of her lips.

Mo Mo withdrew his hand and pushed his glasses, watching G with a blank expression as he carefully supported Giotto to lie down, and carefully tucked the quilt for him, "After taking the medicine, the fever should subside."

"I see." Yuyue smiled gratefully at her, "I'm sorry to bother you so late."

"It's nothing." She picked up the medicine box and walked to the door. "I'll leave the thermometer here. After an hour or two, you can check his temperature to see if the temperature has dropped."

Going back to his home to put down the medicine box, Mo Mo went back to bed and fell asleep. During the period, he seemed to have a dream. He dreamed that his neighbors came knocking on the door again. The reason was that Giotto’s fever did not go down...

What a horrible dream.

When she woke up according to her biological clock, she checked the time, and it was just before seven o'clock, and it was only three or four hours since she delivered the medicine to Giotto.

How about cooking some porridge and taking it with you?

He got up and went to the kitchen to cook a pot of preserved egg and lean meat porridge. Momo walked over holding the pot. This time it was Arnold who opened the door, but he didn't speak. He just opened the door to let her in and then walked back to the room.

It's okay to help me with the pot.

Mo Mo twitched the corners of his mouth, moved the pot to the kitchen and came out, but saw that everyone was asleep in the living room, Nakel and Lan Bao were sleeping against the wall, Yuyue was lying on the folding table, and G But he stayed by the sofa, propping his chin with one hand and closing his eyelids.

Without exception, their eye sockets all have deep dark circles.

Probably fell asleep just now.

Mo Mo smiled, and just when he was about to leave, there was a sound of movement on the sofa, as if someone was struggling to sit up, and then a voice that was a little hoarse but much softer rang out, "Mo Mo Mo, are you here?"

Momo thought for a while, and then walked over to the sofa, "How do you feel?"

"Much better." Giotto smiled, pale but more energetic than last night's dead fish, "Thank you."

"It's okay, the pills are not expensive." She waved her hand, "I made porridge, do you want some?"

"Yeah." His smile looked softer than before.

The porridge came out, and Mo Mo stirred the spoon to make the porridge not so hot, and then handed the porridge to him. He raised his hand to take the bowl, but his arm was so soft that he couldn't make any effort. He smiled wryly, "It seems Even the gods don't want me to drink it."

Looking at his hanging arm, Mo Mo frowned, and brought the spoon to his lips, "It may be a little hot, you can take a sip first."

Giotto froze for a moment, staring at her blankly, she was a little puzzled, "What's the matter? Don't you like preserved egg porridge?"

"...No, I like it very much." He lowered his eyes and raised his head to smile at her again after a while, "Thank you."

I always feel that his smile is a bit strange, is it an illusion?

Because he had never tried to feed others porridge, Mo Mo raised his hand unconsciously, and the porridge in the spoon was quickly poured into Giotto's mouth, making Giotto, who was not ready, choke and coughed again and again , with some porridge on his lips.

Mo Mo was startled, and quickly reached out and patted him on the back, "Sorry! Are you okay?"

"It's okay." He smiled and shook his head.

How can he still laugh when he chokes... Could it be that he has a fever and his head is feverish?

She looked at the porridge on the corner of his mouth, couldn't help laughing, and took out a tissue to help him wipe it off.

Looking at the serious Mo Mo, Giotto's eyes flickered with an inexplicable look.

After wiping off the unsightly marks, Mo Mo fed him another sip of porridge, but this time before the spoon was brought to his mouth, there was a burst of force and a fierce male voice behind him, "What are you doing?! "

The force from behind pushed her forward, and she was about to fall into Giotto's arms before she could defend herself.

Porridge!The porridge is going to be poured on him!

Momo turned his wrist so that the mouth of the bowl was facing him, and then hit his head on Giotto's chest.

Head hurts.

"Momo! Are you okay?" Giotto reached out to help her up, but he forgot that he was recovering from a serious illness, and put his hands on her shoulders but couldn't help her up.

"It's okay." Momo shook his head, left Giotto's chest, and then looked down at his clothes.

The whole dress was wet by the porridge, but fortunately the temperature of the porridge was not too hot, she just felt a slight tingling, it should be red.

Giotto looked at it for a while until he was sure that Mo Mo was not injured, heaved a sigh of relief, and gave G a dissatisfied look, "G."

G froze for a moment, as if regretting his impulsiveness, moved his lips slightly, but just turned his face away, "I'm just worried that she will take the opportunity to attack you."

"G, this is not Sicily." Giotto put away the smile on his face and looked at him seriously.

G pursed his lips.

"Since you're awake, I'm leaving." Mo Mo took out a tissue with a blank face and simply cleaned up the porridge on his clothes, then stood up, "The porridge is in the kitchen, if you want to eat, you can serve it yourself , Remember to return the pot."

After finishing speaking, she walked out of the door without even looking at G, pretending not to hear even Giotto calling her from behind.

Momo is very angry now.

Since we met, G hasn't given her a good face, and has been guarding her like a thief. Although she doesn't know about them, it doesn't mean that she can put a hot face on a cold ass, and is unpopular And treat him nicely.

It's fine if you don't like it, but it's really bad to put on airs for her when you eat her food.

After changing clothes and returning to the room, Mo Mo clenched her fists and hit the pillow desperately. Although she was still a little depressed, she was the type who waited for the next explosion in silence after the outbreak. After sighing deeply, She turned on the computer and started working.

Don't think about it anymore, she is afraid that she will not be able to resist running to the opposite side and hitting G as a pillow later.

Glancing at the requirements of the newly received order, Mo Mo thought for a while, and when the sketches gradually emerged in her mind, she turned the stylus in her hand, lowered her head and began to draw.

When doing what she loves, Momo is always meticulous.

And with a serious expression, she exuded a calm temperament, as if she had just made tea with good tea leaves, with a light fragrance, but not strong, which was particularly attractive.