Chapter 380 Companion
The medicine was taking effect. The bone-chilling chill was gradually fading from the professor. The howling wind and snow and the terrible cold were blocked out. The crackling of firewood, the scraping of a wooden spoon against the bowl, the bubbling of hot water in the iron pot... After just a few words with someone, he began to feel tired again. A great, peaceful silence washed over him.
His fingers began to weaken, so weak that they could barely hold the wolf's fang. The professor couldn't help but rub it vigorously with his thumb. The sharp, primitive blood and coldness made him barely brace himself, and he continued to ask persistent questions.
"How is the condition of the priest of Ferros whom you captured?"
…Even if he hasn't seen it himself, this man knows everything—but at the same time, if his work demands aren't met, he probably won't be able to sleep tonight. Marshilin swallowed the last bite of bread, sighed, and answered honestly, "Everything is as you expected. We also captured forty-three remnants of the Empire. The people of the Second Legion have all been settled."
The pair of gray eyes looked at her quietly for a moment before slowly blinking, "When interrogating them, pay special attention to the information about their chief shaman..."
"Don't worry, leave it to me." Azuka leaned over helplessly and touched his lover's forehead: "Don't think too much, worrying is harmful to your health, wait until you feel better before you worry."
...his fever began to subside, and the slight perspiration that oozed out made his skin feel much cooler and more moist, making it unusually soft to the touch. The other person seemed to find his warm palm very comfortable, and rubbed it against his palm in a subtle, dazed manner.
The savior was slightly startled, and then his eyes softened. He reached out to take the wolf tooth and placed it on the table. He also straightened the somewhat slipping blanket for the man and brushed the messy hair back. Marcylin also stood up tactfully and prepared to leave - if she stayed any longer, she would be stared at with a smile, which was quite creepy.
She curled her lips, ignoring the look in someone's eyes that seemed to want to "invite" her out. She moved closer and earnestly urged, "You must eat well, sleep well, and exercise well. When you feel better, do you want to get up early and run with me?"
professor:"……"
He couldn't help but show an extremely resistant expression, and in Maxine's eyes he looked like a cat with its paws wet and a face full of disgust.
There's no need for that, the professor thought seriously. He could almost imagine himself being dragged all the way and collapsing on the ground, gasping for breath - he would rather accept "fighting skills" training from a savior.
Maxine left, considerately closing the door behind her. Seeing the man's head drooping under the effects of the drug, his eyelids almost glued together, yet he was still forcing his eyes open, Azuka sighed silently, leaned over, and picked him up along with the blanket, tucking him into the thick fur-covered bed.
He also took off his coat, went in, and hugged the person tighter. His warm fingers flexibly and gently massaged the acupoints on the person's head, trying to relieve the uncomfortable drowsiness and pain.
The person in his arms had been almost asleep from his rubbing, but suddenly seemed to remember something and moved restlessly.
"Don't move." The savior held the man down gently, with a hint of warning: "I'll get you whatever you want."
The guy half-opened his eyes and looked at him dazedly for a while. Perhaps he felt better and began to have the energy to be picky and do bad things: "I want to take a shower."
"No." Azuka rejected him mercilessly: "You are very weak now. The fever has finally subsided. Don't catch a cold again."
"I'm all sticky and uncomfortable." The other person frowned critically. "And you smell of sweat, it's unpleasant—where's your mysophobia?"
"I've done what I should have done. You know best whether I have a mysophobia towards you or not." The Savior remained calm as he lowered his head and sniffed the black-haired young man's neck. Seeing him subconsciously shrink his neck, he couldn't help but kiss his damp forehead. "Besides, you only smell of warm animal fur, a hint of slightly bitter medicine... well, and my scent. It's not unpleasant at all."
The other man was silent, staring at him for a while, his lips slowly pursed, and his eyes drooped. He did not continue to make trouble, nor did he try to defend himself, but just drooped his eyes, as if anyone who refused his request was the most heartless bastard in the world.
The savior endured for a moment, then finally sighed and gave in: "Or I can wipe it for you with a hot towel, okay?"
Being carefully cared for by his lover like a child, this kind of meticulous pampering made the professor inexplicably feel a little uncomfortable: "...Thank you, but I can do it myself."
Unexpectedly, the guy paused, slowly raised his head, stared at him with a rather resentful look in his blue eyes, and complained with great grievance, "You bullied me."
professor:"……"
professor:"???"
He was bewildered by this incoherent accusation. The dullness of his illness made it take him twice as long as usual to process it. He finally remembered to frown and express his dissatisfaction: "You are slandering me. You should speak reasonably and provide evidence. When did I ever bully you?"
"You were very obedient in front of Mashilin, taking the medicine as soon as I told you to." This guy seemed quite resentful about this, and it was unclear what he was brooding about: "But in front of me, you made a fuss and refused to sleep obediently. You knew I would be soft-hearted towards you, but you deliberately acted cute and spoiled towards me, and even refused to let me take care of you--"
"...I wasn't making a fuss and not wanting to sleep, nor was I deliberately acting cute and coquettish towards you." The professor's mouth twitched. He instinctively felt that something was wrong, but his sick brain was like cotton soaked in hot water.
By the time he figured out how to use logic to refute the other person, the other person had already brought hot water and slipped a hot towel, soaked in water and wrung out, into his collar. He gently and carefully wiped his chest and back, removing the sticky feeling on his body.
...Well, it's quite comfortable. Unconsciously, the black-haired young man's body had gradually softened, leaning on his lover's shoulder. Seeing this, Azuka couldn't help but lower her head and lovingly kissed the relaxed and slightly open lips.
A hand weakly pressed against his face. The savior paused, then held it in his palm. Then he heard the person in his arms mumble dazedly: "...Don't kiss me, or I'll infect you."
A gentle smile appeared in his eyes, and he gently kissed the other person's palm.
Then he heard his old enemy explain to him sleepily in his arms: "Marchline is your friend, it's a matter of courtesy to treat friends...but you are different."
Azuka was slightly startled, his blue eyes gradually darkening dangerously, but his voice was bewitching, so gentle that it seemed to drown people in it: "Hmm? How am I different?"
The professor, forcing himself to sleep, lifted his eyelids and glanced at him, then rubbed himself against his chest, found a comfortable position, closed his eyes and said expressionlessly, "You're an asshole."
Azuka: “…”
He was stunned for a moment, and the next second he couldn't help but laugh softly, and the vibrations from his chest were transmitted to the person in his arms.
"I think Maxine's suggestion is great," the Savior changed the subject without warning, and said thoughtfully, "You really should exercise more. It's just that I always seemed to be soft on you in the past, and you often got the better of me by acting like a spoiled child..."
——She is so delicate even in bed, and there is absolutely no way to control her.
"If you don't mind me beating you up." The professor snorted coldly with his eyes closed. "Besides, I don't want to go jogging in the morning. I usually have things to do in the morning and don't want to get up earlier."
Another thing is that he was always instinctively alert to and resistant to conditions such as accelerated heartbeat, rapid breathing, and a state where the body seemed to be out of control, such as strenuous exercise, anxiety, and intense sex - only this guy in front of him could make him tolerate it a little.
...It's just that my body is too fragile, which seems to have a huge impact on my work efficiency.
“没问题，其他任何时候都可以，我陪着您。”救世主从善如流地亲了亲恋人的额头，手中的热毛巾开始朝向腹股沟的方向滑去：“我也十分期待您打算如何'揍'我……现在，放松些。”
"Don't be so tense. It's obviously comfortable, isn't it?" He reluctantly pulled away the hand that subconsciously pushed him away. "I know your waist is sensitive, but there are large blood vessels there, which can help reduce the temperature. Besides, where on your body haven't I touched?"
The other party was silent for a while, and simply buried his face in his arms as if it was a matter of course: "...I want to sleep, I'm sleepy."
Azuka narrowed his eyes slightly: "It was you who disturbed me just now, and now it is you who wants to sleep."
"good evening."
The cunning big devil didn't respond, but just reluctantly raised his head and kissed him loudly on the side of his face, then lay motionless in his arms, even deliberately making his breathing more slow.
It's terrible.
The savior lowered his eyes helplessly. He took out a towel that was no longer too hot and stuffed the man into the quilt. The man immediately curled up comfortably and let out a groan-like sigh, obviously very satisfied with his service.
Azuka cleaned up the mess briefly, then blew out the kerosene lamp. In the dim light, they crawled into the quilt together, Azuka hugged the person in his arms, and checked the person's temperature again.
"Good night, darling." He gently gathered her soft black hair with his fingers and whispered amid the howling of the wind and snow outside the window: "Go to sleep, I will always be with you..."
The person in his arms murmured softly, his legs spontaneously rested on his legs affectionately, his head rubbed against his arms, and then he stopped moving completely.
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