Enchantment high degree favorability acquisition log

I am sick.

Unexpectedly, he was seriously ill.

After much deliberation, it can only be attributed to the heavy rain that day.

Even though my hair wasn't even wet at that time, I was still inexplicably caught, and I started to get sick the next day after I got home.

When it was the worst, I was so dizzy that I couldn't even get out of bed, and my face was flushed with heat.

"It's all your fault."

My voice was soft and nasal, and I stretched out my legs to kick Gojo Satoru in the stomach.

He sat cross-legged next to me, with an expression on his face that wanted to refute, but after seeing my dazed look, he held back.

"What's the matter, you, why did you become like this after a little rain?"

Gojo Satoru stretched out both hands to cover my cheeks, but the warmth of his palms could even be called cool compared to my face.

So I rubbed comfortably.

Can't help but take out both hands from under the quilt, hold Gojo Satoru so that he won't take it back.

"It's so cold." I sighed.

"It's you who are too hot."

Gojo Satoru said so, but he still calmly cooled me down with his palm.

I held his hand until the temperature of Gojo Satoru's palm was almost the same as my cheek, then I pushed him away in disgust.

"What kind of expression is that on your face!" Gojo Satoru was furious.

"A little bit."

I stretched out my hand and pulled the quilt over my head.

"Ahem, no, wait! Enlightenment!"

My hands and feet were weak, and he dug me out of the bed without any accident.

He hesitated, pinching my shoulder, and then shoved me back.

I was re-rolled into a burrito by him with a quilt.

"It's so hot, untie it quickly." I looked weak.

"No, don't even think about it." Gojo Satoru was very vigilant.

He used to believe my nonsense that he was almost healed, and he didn't bother me to lift the quilt.

As a result, as soon as my heat subsided a little that night, it immediately burned again.

"Wuuuu, let's untie it." I made the ultimate move.

"No."

Gojo Satoru was unmoved.

I'm wilted.

I had no choice but to lie on the bed honestly and act as a human-shaped burrito.

In fact, this time the illness came so violently that I was a little confused. After all, my physique of nearly 400 makes it almost impossible for me to get sick.

Who would have thought that a single rain would make me so dizzy that I would be bedridden immediately.

Not to mention, we have moved out of Mr. Nakaya's house now, and there are no hardworking subordinates to help me buy things.

Xia Youjie had to take care of the three of them alone.

Even Gojo Satoru came to Yokohama frequently.

"What's your excuse for coming here this time?"

In less than 5 minutes of being honest, I still couldn't help stretching out my claws that were eager to move from the edge of the quilt, and then gently tugged Wujo Satoru's cuff.

He lowered his head following my movements, glanced at me holding his hand, and said nothing.

Then, Gojo Satoru grabbed me with his backhand and wrapped my hand completely in his palm.

"I didn't make excuses, I just came when I wanted to."

"Ok."

"By the way, is my arrest warrant still pending?" I asked him pretending to be careless while staring at the falling pink and purple curtains.

"Yeah, there's a conjurer who picked it up."

"Eh? Who is it?" I was a little nervous.

With a malicious smile on Gojo Satoru's face, he paused for ten seconds before continuing.

"it's me."

I:…………

"You're crazy." Dissatisfied, I stretched out a calf from the quilt roll and kicked him lightly.

"How do you know that I'm not here to complete the wanted man this time?"

Gojo Satoru suddenly withdrew all his smiles, bent down, and stared at me firmly with his blue eyes.

Although I don't believe it at all in my heart, but the instant shortening of the distance will make people have to be on guard, not to mention that the current Gojo Satoru is full of oppression, I can't help shrinking my neck.

"You're scaring me again." I muttered.

"puff."

"Because it's really fun to scare you." The seriousness on Gojo Satoru's face disappeared instantly, and he patted my head with a smile.

"Don't touch!" I frowned.

"Oh," he said, increasing his intensity.

"In short, I am the only special class still working in the magic world, and no one else will take on my next mission."

Gojo Satoru said suddenly.

I struggled less: "Thank you."

"What, I didn't hear you louder." This guy came again.

"I said Gojo Satoru is an idiot!"

I became angry from embarrassment.

When Xia Youjie opened the door and came in, Wujo Wu and I happened to be in a mess.

"Wu, don't bully Qiannai all the time." He came over and helped me re-tuck the loose quilt.

I looked curiously at the fairy tale book he put aside.

"Hey, are Mimiko and Nanako both asleep?"

"Well, it's about time."

"You should go to bed too."

"No, it's only nine o'clock. I didn't go to bed that early when I was ten years old." I immediately refused.

"If Qiannai doesn't sleep, let Wu read you a bedtime story."

Xia Youjie pulled a chair and sat by the bed, reached out and touched my forehead, then couldn't help frowning.

"Why is it still burning?"

I didn't dare to speak anymore, and hid the lower half of my face under the quilt.

"But I feel better."

Gojo Satoru also reached out and touched my forehead.

"Qiannai, you'd better go to bed quickly, or I'll tell you a bedtime story about Little Red Riding Hood vs. Mad Hatter."

I endured and endured, but I still didn't hold back.

"What kind of second-hand bedtime stories are you, don't mess around with classic fairy tales."

It seems that even time in bed runs a bit slower than in other parts of the planet.

I often feel bored, and even when I'm lying in bed, I can't bear to find something to do for myself.

It's just that Xia Youjie stared at me more closely. I was bored and remembered the props that I had forgotten.

——[The Spinning Thread of the Goddess of Fate (Used: 3/5)]

It may be that the content of the previous dream was relatively short and there was no real content, but this item is still usable.

The last bad and embarrassing experience made me a little daunted, but at the same time I suppressed the eagerness in my heart.

I thought for a while, took out my phone and set the alarm to go off in 10 minutes.

After entering the predictive dream, I couldn't wake up through my own power, and only the interference from the outside world could interrupt the dream.

10 minutes, although it may not be possible to obtain effective information at one time, but the common points can be screened out through mutual comparison, so as to maximize the effect of this item and avoid the embarrassing situation last time.

If I had set this automatic alarm clock last time, I would have been dragged out of my dream by the ringtone before that Xia Youjie had time to enter the room.

I thought about it and thought there was no problem, so after putting the phone next to the pillow, I took the initiative to talk to the system.

[Apply to continue to use the item: Goddess of Fate's Spinning Thread (Used: 3/5)]

This time I was already very proficient. Before, I just drifted with the current. This time I took the initiative to swim forward, and soon saw the golden light ball at the end of the river.

Yes, it's hard to make out what the spinning thread looks like in the first place now.

It became more messy and fluffy than ever seen before, like a ball of fried hair, floating wildly above the silent water.

I'm even having a hard time finding where the thread ends in the first place.

So I had no choice but to tentatively reach out and touch it, as if my fingertips were immersed in a puddle of cold water.

Fortunately, this prop still works. The second I touched it, I was dragged into a dream by an irresistible force.

After 10 minutes, I woke up sweating profusely.

After sitting alone for a while, he reached out and pressed the alarm clock that was ringing non-stop.

Glancing at the panel - [Goddess of Fate's Spinning Thread (Used: 7/10)]

Recalling the scenes I saw in the dream, I set a 10-minute alarm clock on the phone again, then lay down again, and used the props again.

I repeated this three times, and when the usage rate of the props reached [-]% and was completely scrapped, I was already covered in sweat, as if I had been fished out of the water.

The cotton pajamas were sticking to my body, and even the quilt was damp, so I simply lifted it off.

Pulling up my sweaty hair, I resisted the itch in my throat, coughed twice, and leaned against the pillow behind me.

This time I had a total of four completely different dreams.

The information on two of them is rather trivial.

One of the dream scenes seems to be in the sunny afternoon, I rest on my side on the tatami, with my head resting on Xia Youjie’s knee, while he is reading an unknown hardcover quietly with the light behind him. books.

The information in this dream is quite limited. In the dream, I am emotionally stable and relaxed, and there are no strange restraints on my body.

The sun was shining warmly on her body, and there was a faint fragrance of gardenia floating in the air.

Xia Youjie's face looked older than now, his delicate eyebrows drooped, and he was not wearing cassock, but wearing normal black clothes and black trousers, making him appear gentle and calm.

Noticing that I turned over behind him, he took his eyes away from the book, freed one hand, and slowly inserted his five fingers into my hair.

Begin to comb my hair with a very gentle pressure.

His fingertips were covered with calluses, and when they passed over the skin, they were comfortable and comfortable.

I lay on Xia Youjie's lap, like a small animal whose hair has been brushed suddenly, I couldn't help shaking a little.

After noticing this, he rolled his eyes and laughed silently.

This dream is full of distant tranquility, but it provides very little information. I didn't even see the cover in Xia Youjie's hand, and the alarm bell woke me up.

In another dream, I was still with Xia Youjie.

I held his hand and ran along a small country road. I didn't know the cause and effect. I had never seen this road before, but Xia Youjie just followed me silently.

The physical strength of "I" in the dream seems to be not very good, maybe even less than one-fifth of my current strength, and soon the sound of breathing becomes heavy, and some physical strength is exhausted.

"Are you sure you want to continue running?" Unlike my almost embarrassed appearance, Xia Youjie was not panting, with blood splattered on his fair cheeks, and his expression was indifferent.

Even the black uniform had an ominous tinge of blood.

"Yes, of course."

"I" didn't seem to notice his strangeness. I held my knees and breathed hard, then wiped my eyes, turned my head and said with a smile.

"It's okay, it's just a defection, I can accompany you."

Xia Youjie looked at me noncommittally.

"unnecessary."

The boy's brows and eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of hard ice, unmoved.

I squeezed my fingers tightly, seeing his unwavering expression, suddenly stepped forward, raised my head, and kissed him sideways.

Lips and teeth intertwined, nose and breath entangled.

I smelled a combination of faint mint and blood, and it felt a little absurd.

Fortunately, although he looks like ice, he hasn't had time to completely freeze, at least his lips are still as soft as before.

"Even if you fall, please let me accompany you."

That "I" failed to hear Xia Youjie's response, and the crisp ringtone separated me from the virtual time and space again.