Chapter 498 He really is a brat
He sat blankly on the bed for a long time, then turned his head and saw the needle on the back of his hand. He reached out to pull it out.
Just then, Seeker pushed open the door and, seeing his movements, darted to his bedside and grabbed his hand. "Oh my goodness, you can't just pull that out like that, my little darling."
Bertrand looked up at him with a dazed expression, tilted his head blankly, and asked in confusion, "Who are you?"
Seeker: Huh?
He was stunned for a moment, and seeing Bertrand's head nodding, he reached out and supported his head.
Sitting...did he fall asleep?
However, this action only lasted for a moment before Bertrand yawned, blinked his moist eyes, and turned to stare at Sext in confusion, "Sext-chan, what are you doing here?"
Seeker looked serious, cupped his cheeks to examine him, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that there seemed to be nothing wrong with him.
Bertrand puffed out his cheeks, annoyed. "What's wrong!"
"Do you know that you suddenly fainted a week ago?" Seeker stood by the bed with his hands on his hips, his face serious.
"Huh? Really? I don't know."
The silver-haired boy looked surprised. "No wonder I'm here."
Sekter sighed in exasperation. Seeing that the glucose solution was almost finished, he pulled out the needle, placed a small cotton ball on it, and secured it with medical tape to stop the bleeding.
He shook off the hand, threw off the covers, got out of bed, quickly put on his shoes, and ran out of the treatment room.
Seeker, reaching out Erkang's hand, caught up with him, calling out, "Hey, wait a minute!"
"Whoosh!" Before he even arrived, his voice preceded his arrival. Bertrand cheered and slid off the armrest, landing steadily on the living room floor. He then ran with a grin toward the person sitting on the sofa.
"Koto-chan~!"
Unusually, Gin didn't dodge; he caught the boy who lunged at him, then grabbed him by the collar and put him aside before turning to look at Sext, who was chasing after him.
The black-haired, silver-eyed youth shrugged helplessly and walked over to sit down.
Looking at Bertrand, who seemed as radiant and normal as ever, Sextt rested his chin on his hand and asked, "Little Bertrand, do you feel any pain anywhere?"
Bertrand thought for a moment, then pointed seriously to his chest, "This place aches a little."
As soon as he finished speaking, a white ball of fur appeared out of thin air on his shoulder.
After chuckling, Bertrand suddenly got up and ran upstairs amidst the puzzled looks of the crowd.
Seekert: ?
He casually ruffled 01's fur, then put it on the bed. Bertrand hummed a tune, rummaged through his clothes, and ran into the bathroom.
After a relaxing shower, Bertrand shook his wet hair, grabbed 01 and his cat-shaped handbag, and was about to leave the room when 01 tugged at his sleeve.
[Host, please dry your hair first.]
"Huh? This is such a hassle." Bertrand pursed his lips, then grabbed a towel, dried his hair a few times, and ran off.
01: [...]
The host of the pseudonym Bertrand is indeed a brat.
Ignoring Gin's resistance, he dragged him and Sext out to play.
I don't know about Gin, but I'm definitely having a blast with Sequin.
After playing for a few hours, they returned to the safe house. Bertrand held a beautiful ragdoll cat in his arms and collapsed onto the sofa.
"Hey, where's the guy who made me faint?" he asked with a grin, rubbing against the ragdoll cat.
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