Chapter 3: 3

I regretted that I should not have let him in until I remembered the current state of my home late with a head that was boiled by heat, rather than seeing the reality.

The apartment where Zhou lives is 1 SLDK.

Bedrooms in spacious living rooms, even besides Nato, are quite a luxurious place to live alone, but it was decided here that parents would be wealthy, secure and convenient to transport there.

I'm not going to complain because it's my parents who decided that if I'm going to live here alone, I shouldn't have had to spend that kind of money... We have a big house to live in alone.

Besides, Zhou lived alone, and he was a man who didn't like to be organized.

Naturally, things were scattered all the way to the bedroom in the living room.

"You can't even see it."

Dear Angel, The Redeemer was presenting a very honest word around him, not according to his adorable appearance.

Actually, it's terrible, so I can't say anything about Zhou. At the very least, if I knew I was going to give someone else home, I would have retired things somewhat, but that was even more of a story now.

At midday, sighing from his glossy lips, he nevertheless carries his circumference to his bedroom without returning.

The two of us nearly fell along the way, so if it wasn't time to clean up seriously, it would suck. Then the scattered person was in pain.

"In the meantime, get dressed before I get back because I'm leaving. Nice."

"... are you coming back?"

"Because I don't sleep well even when I'm left alone"

He also thought of things like what he had thought in the wet middle of the day before. Midday returns them without hesitation, so he couldn't complain about Zhou or any more.

After midday leaves the room, I change into room clothes as I can tell.

"... I mean really messed up, there's a foot trail... how can you live with this..."

I heard a confused voice whispering in the middle of a change of clothes and became quite sorry.

He was asleep at some point when he lay down after changing his clothes, and when he managed to lift his heavy eyelid, his flax hair first entered his sight.

If I raised my gaze to trace that hair, I stood quietly as midday peered into the perimeter apparently it wasn't a dream.

"... What time is it?"

"It's 7: 00 p.m., isn't it? I slept for a few hours."

At midday, when I answered pale, Zhou handed me the sports drink he poured into the cup as he woke up his body.

Thankfully, I was able to finally look around when I used it as a receiver.

Because I slept, I was feeling just a little better.

I noticed that my head was limping, so I held my forehead down and a rubbing sensation like a cloth would return to my fingertips.

"I brought it from home," he replied frankly, looking up at midday when he realized that there was a cold sheet that could not have been in this house.

There are no cold seats in this house, or even sports drinks for everything. I guess sports drinks are what she brought with her, too.

"... thank you on purpose"

"No."

I just have to smile bitterly at the unsatisfactory reply.

I don't think it's because of guilt or just because I offered to see a doctor, I want to talk to Zhou. In the first place, I don't even think we can talk intimately in the house of a man almost familiar to us.

"In the meantime, I brought here the medicine that was on my desk. Would you prefer to put something in your stomach and then drink it, do you have an appetite"

"Well, quite."

"Really? Well, I'm making porridge. Here you go."

"... eh, handmade vertebrae?

"Who is there but me? If you don't like it, I'll eat it."

"No, I'll eat. Let me eat."

I didn't even think I could get a handmade porridge ready on top of being seen, and I wolfed for a moment.

To be honest, I don't know how many midday cooking skills I have, but I failed in my family medicine class. I've never heard of rumors like that, so it doesn't seem like it's terrible.

I nodded and hand over the thermometer that I had on the side table, although I turned a slightly shuddered eye around at midday when I replied that I would immediately bow my head and eat.

"I'll bring it, keep a thermometer"

"Mmm."

I just opened the front of my shirt like I was told and took out my thermometer, and the middle of the day turns away.

"After I leave the room."

If you look at the midday when your voice is slightly absurd, your cheeks are blushing.

It was strange as a circumference that, unlike a woman, there would be nothing to hide a man's chest plate, but I wandered around at midday easily, just opening up front to see if he was not very immune to skin tone.

Midday, dyed pale and rosy with white cheeks, is still pointing that way, puffy and trembling. I felt like I had no heart or my ears were tinted, and I could see how embarrassed I was at midday.

(... oh, some guy around me said he was cute cute I kinda figured it out)

I do think she is a beautiful girl at midday for Zhou, but nothing came to mind more than that. Beautiful and cute, that's for sure, but that was it.

Looking at the beauty of crops, should I say? He captured it in an image that seemed close to a work of art.

However, the midday, now so slightly ashamed and panicked, was somehow showing humanity and strangely adorable.

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"... Then why don't we just go get the porridge?

"Yes, I will, even if they don't say so"

However, I wasn't honestly in the mood to say she was cute, and when I said it, I swallowed my thoughts because she was definitely going to be seen with weird eyes.

If you say that like you don't seem interested, you leave the room early enough at midday.

Was it brought on somewhat because of the upset or the mess in the room? Probably the latter.

After blurry dropping it off, Zhou breathed less than a sigh to see why this had happened again.

(... well, I guess it's from a sense of responsibility and guilt)

Normally, you wouldn't think of going up to a man's house that you don't know well and going to see him. Because if you get attacked, it matters.

She was so sick that she chose to see her doctor until she took that risk. Plus, it may have been a reassuring factor because Zhou's attitude seemed obviously uninteresting.

Whatever it is, he has no choice but to see me at midday, I'm sure.

"... but I brought it"

If I waited with my head floating with sushi fever to think about it, the door would be knocked reluctantly.

Apparently, he was worried about getting his clothes ready. At midday when he didn't try to get in, now speaking of which, it was to gauge the heat that he loosened his clothes, I recall.

"I haven't measured the heat yet."

"Measure it while I'm gone..."

"Sorry, I was confused"

Apologize honestly and pinch the thermometer aside, the less the slightly creeping electronic sound will flow.

If you lift it up and look at the screen, it will appear thirty-eight degrees and three minutes. Not enough to go to the hospital, but that was a pretty high number.

When I call out, "That's good," at midday, when I get my clothes done and still don't try to come in, I come in with a basin full of earthen pots.

I guess I'm visibly relieved because my clothes are fixed.

"How many times was it"

"Thirty-eight degrees and three minutes. If you take your pills and go to sleep, you'll be cured."

"... over-the-counter drugs are only symptomatic treatments, and they don't exorcise the virus itself, do they? Rest your body and get your immune system to work properly."

Although I got a little novel, I was somewhat tickled because I could tell it was out of concern.

At all, at midday when I sighed, I placed a pot of soil for every basin on the side table and opened the lid.

Inside, porridge with plums. Consider the strain on the stomach. It seems to be a multi-eyed moisture content rather than whole porridge, which would be about seven minutes of porridge.

Is it because I hear that plums are better for colds than flavors?

There is no hot air, but the warmth is conveyed slightly, so it was intentionally cooled rather than freshly made, and so on.

He stares at the porridge and pours porridge into the porridge handily at midday. She was gently loosening the fruit, but the seeds were carefully removed, and the light red body mixed in with the white.

"Go ahead, 'cause it's probably not hot."

"Mm-hmm."

Though I received it, I am also surprised at midday around watching the porridge still holding the spoon.

"... what, are you telling me to feed you? I don't accept that service."

"Because nobody said it.... No, you can cook too."

"I live alone, so it's natural."

It was a painful word for Zhou, who had not been able to live properly.

"... you should clear your room first before cooking"

"You're welcome."

He found out what he was thinking, so Zhou spooned the porridge into his mouth to delude him with a gentle groan, as he quickly stabbed the nail at midday.

The taste of thick porridge spreading across the tongue is still modest in salt, taking advantage of the taste of rice.

However, the mellow acidity and saltiness of the loose plums tighten the flavor to achieve just the right balance.

I didn't really like salty plum dried around, but the mild acidity with a slight sweetness was the taste I preferred, and I wanted to put it on white rice or make it tea as it were if it were healthy.

"Good."

"Thanks for that. It's porridge, so whoever makes it doesn't change that much."

Fine. It was midday when I returned it with my face, but I have a faint grin.

I stared at the contained smile of relief that I saw occasionally at school, different from the smile on the outside.

"... Fujimiya?

"No, it's nothing"

It's kind of unbearable that the soft grin that just floated for a moment quickly disappeared.

I thought so, but I didn't say it, and Zhou carried the porridge into his mouth in a way that was also delusional.

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