Now Fyodor had a fever, his whole body was burning, and he subconsciously moved towards the coolness, and Dazai's hand was like an oasis that he suddenly encountered in the desert, which made him subconsciously long for it, so he unconsciously rubbed Dazai's hand with his sweaty cheek.

The young man with ivy eyes, who had been looking at him indifferently, was startled by his action and widened his eyes. He drew his hand back quickly and took two steps back. There was a look of surprise and doubt in his eyes, like a wild cat that was ambushed and rubbed by a passing two-legged beast.

?! Is Fyodor out of his mind?

After a few minutes, Dazai calmed down and slowly approached Fyodor again. This time, he was careful not to reach out, but turned on the light and stood half a meter away, watching coldly.

Fyodor's face was flushed, his eyes were closed, and he looked a little unconscious due to the fever.

He has the appearance of a refined Russian handsome boy. Although he usually has a hypocritical smile on his face, Fyodor himself is indeed a refined person.

The beautiful and stunning purple-red color is more fascinating than anything else. The contrast between the fair skin and the semi-long black soft hair is like the ultimate collision of good and evil. The contrast of colors is so beautiful that it makes people's hearts startled.

As long as he wants, he can make anyone obsessed with him, or even sacrifice their life for him.

But at this point, at least Dazai just wanted to throw him out.

There was no other reason, it was simply because it was troublesome for Fyodor to stay here. Not only did he have to take care of this guy's fever, he probably also had to wash his hair.

Dazai looked thoughtfully at Fyodor's sweat-soaked hair. Not only that, there was also a faint aroma of alcohol.

Wine-filled rice balls?

Dazai thought about it for a moment and was amused by this association. He wanted to laugh at this guy, but when he saw the flushed face, he suddenly lost interest.

It’s so troublesome, so troublesome, so troublesome——!

Dazai puffed up his face and dragged his body reluctantly to the kitchen. He casually took out a towel whose color could no longer be identified and put it under the faucet to soak it. He was too lazy to even squeeze out the water. He staggered back to Fyodor with the towel in his hand.

The kind-hearted Russian was still very upset, so Dazai crumpled the towel into a ball and smacked it on Fyodor's forehead.

Fyodor did not react.

The young man with iris eyes poked Fyodor's face, not caring whether he could hear him or not, and complained with a puffed face, "I should have asked you to bring your subordinate here earlier. What a trouble."

Looking at this guy lying there half dead, he really wanted to throw him away, really.

Besides, he's still unconscious, so I can't take advantage of this time to get information - it's even worse if I give up.

Dazai perfunctorily brushed away the hair stuck to Fyodor's face, then went back to sleep without any psychological burden.

Want him to stay up all night to take care of the demon? Impossible!

Anyway, he has done what he should do. Whether the demon can survive depends on his luck - and maybe being burned stupid wouldn't be bad either.

Although I lost a partner, I also lost an annoying person. This is not a loss at all.

So Dazai fell asleep with this thought in mind, even with an expectant smile on his face.

Unfortunately for him, when he woke up on the first morning, Fyodor's temperature had dropped and he was awake.