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The dream collapsed as the main body disintegrated. Hipper opened her eyes and felt that her body was in such a state that it was difficult for her to even lift a finger, which made her want to sigh.
It's so hot.
My hair was sticking to my skin with sweat, and my throat was dry and sore. I wanted to curl up, but even such a simple movement was too weak.
“…”
After a few seconds of silence, he closed his eyes resignedly.
It turns out that getting caught in the rain will give you a fever.
She turned over drowsily and slid into Gojo Satoru's arms. Her arms softly wrapped around his waist, and her hot cheek pressed against his chest.
So cool.
It was a rare opportunity to sleep in, so let him sleep a little longer. He wouldn't be burned to death anyway, so he might as well just take a nap for a while—she thought drowsily, curling up in his arms again.
It's rare for the teacher to sleep so soundly, so I won't wake him up.
Listening to the even breathing above my head, I decided to wait until he woke up before taking the medicine... he shouldn't die.
Before her consciousness sank into darkness again, she vaguely felt a hand gently covering her forehead.
"Why didn't you call me when you had a fever?"
His voice was still hoarse from just waking up. Gojo Satoru squinted his sleepy eyes and ran his fingers through Hipper's sweat-soaked hair. The moment his palm touched his forehead, he immediately sobered up a little - the temperature was a little high.
He flicked her forehead lightly with his fingertips. "Even consideration depends on the emergency situation, right?"
“Uh… um…”
She groaned incoherently, her entire body limp in Gojo Satoru's arms. The fever had turned her consciousness into a sticky, viscous mass, like a marshmallow soaked in water.
So dizzy @_@
Subconsciously, she buried her face in the man's shoulder, his hot breath spraying on his neck. The moment she was pulled out, her legs swung in the air twice before finally giving up and falling.
"Not bad."
Gojo Satoru looked at the pool of liquid cat in his arms, his fingertips caressing her red wrist. Her entire body was hot and a sickly red, and the slightest pressure would leave a mark.
She has a fever every other day. Can she really take care of herself?
"Could it be that you are deliberately sick to act like a spoiled child to the teacher?"
This sentence was met with the other party's unconscious rubbing and a vague "hmm".
"teacher--"
Liquid Cat drew out the tone, shrugged its head and was about to pour it on him.
"My neck is itchy."
He let Gojo Satoru hold his arms, put them into the sleeves, and button them up to his chest.
Itchy? Is it my hair?
I parted her hair and examined her carefully. The skin on her neck was slightly red. But that was due to her elevated body temperature. Except for a few faint, almost invisible red spots...
Traces left from last night.
There is nothing else.
He ran his fingers through Hipper's sweaty hair, tucking the loose strands behind her ears, and even carefully gathered up the tiny strands of hair at her temples.
"Still itchy?"
The girl didn't answer, but instead raised her hand and pressed it against the left side of her neck, scratching it twice with her nails. Immediately, two glaring red marks appeared on her fair skin, making it particularly eye-catching.
"strangeness……"
He rubbed the skin in confusion - it was so itchy, but it was smooth as before, with no traces of mosquito bites or allergic rashes.
It's like... something invisible is moving under the skin.
"Is there really nothing?"
His fingertips pressed against the side of his neck, his nails almost digging into the skin. The faint itch wasn't unbearable, but it felt like a tiny fishbone stuck in his throat.
I clearly feel something moving...
It doesn't cause severe pain, but it constantly pokes at your nerves, rubbing the strings of your mind repeatedly, producing a teeth-grinding creaking sound.
She suddenly punched Gojo Satoru's chest in anger. This kind of untouchable and invisible torture was more maddening than the direct pain.
That subtle, nauseating sense of disharmony that follows you everywhere.
"nausea."
The person in his arms suddenly opened his mouth, and his pointed fangs pressed against Gojo Satoru's shoulder. He didn't bite hard, but simply gnawed at him in a tantrum, the tips of his teeth scraping against his collarbone.
"I want some water." After letting out her anger, she finally let go of her mouth and leaned her burning forehead against his chest, mumbling, "I want it now."
Although it was clearly a commanding tone, the voice was soft due to the fever. It sounded more like a coquettish tone than an order.
He looked at the small wet tooth mark on his shoulder and suddenly chuckled.
You are so arrogant. We will settle the score with you after your fever subsides.
He grabbed the back of Hipper's neck with one hand and peeled the heat source off her body like tearing a cat apart. The girl groaned in dissatisfaction and tried to cling to him again with her hands and feet, but he pressed her down on the bed with his hands.
"Lie down." His fingertips placed a warning on her forehead. "Don't take off your clothes to dissipate the heat."
The moment he got out of bed and closed the bedroom door, he heard Hipper's mumbling and the rustling sound of fabric rubbing against each other.
You shouldn't expect her to be obedient.
It's so hot @_@
My body temperature rose, my sanity slipped away, my vision began to blur, my limbs felt as limp as overcooked noodles, and even my joints ached with a dull ache.
His fingers found the buttons of his shirt and unbuttoned them one by one.
Take it off, take it all off...
When the clothes are about to be kicked off the bed——
Click.
The sound of the door lock turning made her turn her head slowly, meeting Gojo Satoru's gaze. A water cup thudded against the bedside table, and the next second, her wrists were grabbed, and her kicking calves were pinned down by knees.
"If you don't wear clothes, I'll cover you with a blanket." The sound of the plastic being opened from the medicine box was like a warning: adults should give people choices. But she was so burned that she couldn't hear anything.
“…”
I tried to lift my legs, but they held me still. The fever had drained so much of my energy that even the slightest effort made my vision go black. My resistance now wasn't even enough to scratch an itch.
The exposed skin was flushed red, spreading from cheeks to chest, like a flower wilted by a rainstorm. The loose hair on his forehead stuck to his cheeks, making him look even more disheveled.
The man's eyes stared at her without blinking.
Sweat trickled down her flushed neckline, pooling in the hollow of her collarbone. Each deep breath tightened and relaxed her waist and abdomen, making them fragile, slender, and beautiful.
His fingertips suddenly pressed against her trembling throat, feeling the delicate pulse beneath her skin. The high fever had made her body scorching hot, even her lower lip, which she had bitten tightly in her endurance, had turned an alluring crimson.
it's beautiful.
Even the look of being tortured by illness is more dazzling than any jewelry, and weakness is so charming.
Whatever expression appears on the little genius's face is the best.
"How come you don't gain weight when you eat so many sweets every day?" His eyes slowly moved down and lingered on Hipper's chest for a moment.
Well, this size is just right.
"It suits me very well."
He suddenly raised the corner of his mouth and made an ambiguous arc with his fingers in the air, "My palm."
"Asshole! Pervert!"
The whisper of curses had no deterrent effect, and instead, because of the hoarse voice, it seemed pitiful. She turned her face away awkwardly, and used her eyes to signal him to let go - at least help her get up and take the medicine.
"Mm, even your curse expression is so cute." With a joyful mood, he loosened his grip on her arm and gently supported Hipper's back, lifting her up. The girl leaned weakly against his chest, obediently sipping warm water from his hand.
As the warm water slid down her throat, the swelling and pain eased slightly. She half-closed her eyes and let Gojo Satoru button up her blouse, one button at a time. His fingers occasionally brushed against her collarbone, bringing a slight coolness.
"Okay, you'll feel better after taking the medicine and getting some sleep."
He patted the top of her head like he was coaxing a child, and was about to put her back on the bed when her hair was grabbed.
“…”
The little genius seems to have developed a not-so-good habit.
He frowned in pain and looked down to see Hipper clutching a lock of his white hair, her flushed cheeks pressed against his neck in anger.
"I can't sleep." The voice was muffled and nasal. "I hate being in love!"
He was complaining meaninglessly.
She wrapped herself around him with her hands and feet, pressing her hot forehead against his skin. She was so weak that her eyelids were fighting, but she refused to let go and go to sleep.
"You can't sleep either, stay with me." The girl pleaded coquettishly in his ear, kissing his neck lightly, her breath trembling, "Please, please~"
The voice is sweet and touching.
The man smiled at her movements and patted her back gently. "Don't kiss when asking for favors." He taught Hipper slowly, kneading the back of her neck with his fingertips, and suddenly increased the pressure. "Otherwise, you will cry and beg for help."
"That's long-winded."
She mumbled incoherently, her hot lips like a stamp, dropping wet kisses on the side of Gojo Satoru's neck. The ends of her hair brushed against his chin with the movement, tickling him.
"Six Eyes is mine." The tip of her tongue brushed against his Adam's apple. "I'll kiss wherever I want, leave me alone."
The hand patting his back suddenly stopped.
"...Is that so?" A breath of dangerous laughter brushed past his ear, and Gojo Satoru asked softly, "Then as a teacher of the Six Eyes, can you also do whatever you want?"
"Kiss wherever you want." His fingertips slid down his spine, causing a slight shudder with each vertebra he passed. Finally, they stopped at his waist, drawing a circle neither lightly nor heavily.
"here."
Move your fingertips down and touch the soft flesh of your thigh.
“And here.”
Finally, fold it up over your abdomen, applying a little force.
"All of them, right?"
Hipper blinked slowly. The high fever made her mind feel like it was stuck in a quagmire. Every thought had to struggle hard to emerge.
Hiss, what did he say just now...?
However, the man did not give her time to sort out her thoughts. He moved his fingertips and kissed the girl before she could react.
“Hmm—”
The sound of their lips mingling was particularly clear in the quiet room, mixed with a few disordered breaths. The kiss was gentle but undeniable, dominating all her senses just like him.
“!!”
Joy flowed through my blood vessels like a tide. Even though the high fever dulled my sense of touch, this happiness still clearly washed over every nerve ending.
She tried to close her limp legs and kicked his waist with her toes weakly - it was more like a coquettish act of playing both sides and resisting rather than resisting.
"Don't you want to sleep?" The man's laughter shook their chests. "To make you more energetic."
His fingertips were still wet as he lifted Hipper's hot cheek and slowly ran his tongue across the corner of his lips.
“…”
Hipper stared blankly at his lewd gesture, her already fuzzy mind now turning into a fuzzy mess. The fever made the scene before her seem like it was covered by frosted glass, which only added a touch of hazy allure.
"Lewd."
She turned away, her voice so low it was barely audible, her eyelashes fluttering rapidly as if trying to hide something, refusing to meet his gaze.
"Who are you seducing..."
Her fingertips were unconsciously twisting the clothes, and her already flushed cheeks were now even redder, almost bleeding, and even the tips of her ears were dyed a cute pink.
"You."
His voice rose in amusement as he picked up the black eye mask beside the bed. The fabric was still warm from his palm as it gently covered Hipper's eyes.
"Besides sleeping—" His fingertips slid under the hem of his shirt and pressed gently on the waist. "You can also move around in the cat bed, right?"
With a gentle push, the girl sank into the soft mattress. He leaned over, covering Hipper's eyes with his palms, and his warm breath brushed her face.
"Just to confirm—" he asked Hipper's wishes softly, "Can I kiss you?"
“…”
Her breathing paused slightly, her teeth biting her lower lip, then slowly releasing it. Silently, she raised her hands, unbuttoning the buttons she had just fastened one by one with her fingertips, letting the lapels slide to the sides.
“…Okay.”
Her arms stretched out, a gesture of both invitation and surrender. Her body rose and fell with each breath. Even though her eyelashes trembled with shame, she stubbornly maintained an open posture.
So cute.
Lustful.
Good...like it.
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