After sorting out all the drawings, Shiroye Cheng accidentally saw the girl's phone, but found a message on it.

After a casual press, he found that it was just a piece of news.

Suddenly, Shiroye Cheng began to wonder what would be in Gong Bai Yuyou's phone.

He clicked casually and found that the phone was very clean.

All of them are basic functions and contact software, as well as drawing websites, there is nothing else.

Gallery...

After seeing the icon in the gallery, Makoto subconsciously glanced at the girl sleeping soundly on the bed behind him, and had the idea of ​​peeking in his heart.

A sleek selfie?

book?

Shiroye Cheng thought of countless possibilities, but when he opened it, he was stunned.

Because there are not many photos in the gallery, they are basically photos of a boy.

"It's all me..." Shiroye Cheng's fingers moved and found that there were photos of him inside, and he had never seen each one before, as if he had taken a secret photo.

Compared to his cell phone, there were almost no traces of Gong Bai inside.

Basically, they are all screenshots or photos of Merlin.

After feeling Gong Baiyuyou's emotions, Shiroye Cheng scratched his head with embarrassment, but he noticed that the last photo in the album was white, and it seemed that something else was written.

The font is small, but it seems to be handwritten and the handwriting is familiar.

Shuangye Cheng's fingers enlarge—

[(.-w-)Peek at my phone and punish you to kiss me.]

This guy...

Shiroye Cheng turned his head and saw that Gong Baiyuyou was still asleep, he realized that this seemed to be something left by the girl at some point teasing him.

"It's really, I'm not honest when I'm sick." Shiroye Cheng returned to the bedside. Looking at the girl's appearance, he bent down and gently kissed her forehead.

Gong Baiyuyou did not wake up.

Shiroye left the room with a bowl.

...

In the morning, Nana and the others had already finished breakfast and tidied up the dining table. When they saw Makoto Mitsuba downstairs, they said:

"Acheng, we're going to school first. If you have any questions, please call us."

"good."

"Is it really not necessary?" Nana couldn't help asking again in the morning, "I'll accompany you."

"It's okay, go." Shiroye Cheng smiled.

In the morning, Nana had no choice but to nod, and then went to school with Yuko who was carrying a bag.

The room suddenly became quiet.

Makoto Miya gently stirred the porridge water with a spoon. The scene at this time seemed to be back to the past - at that time, only Suzuki and Yuyou were the tenants, one spoke with thorns, and the other was afraid of communication. It was indeed in the house at that time.

It's a little deserted.

"It's so lively before I know it, but when my uncle's legs recover, Nana and the others have to go home, right?" As he thought, Sei Shiro took the porridge back to Suzuki Kuro's room on the second floor.

Pushing open the door, Suzuki Jun was lying halfway down with Meilin in her arms, leaning her back against the head of the bed.

Merlin's stomach had already started to rumble, and even saliva slid down her teeth, but for the sake of the two cans, she was still trying her best to restrain herself.

After finding that it was Makoto Futaba who came in, Suzuki Jun's eyes fluctuated for a moment, and then asked softly: "Have you made me porridge?"

Seeing the girl returning to her original appearance, Shiroya Cheng was stunned for a moment: "Where is my little Suzuki?"

"What little Suzuki?" Suzuki asked lightly.

"Ah it's okay..." Shiroya Cheng smiled. It seemed that Suzuki Jun didn't remember it, but it was normal.

It's a pity, it's quite cute.

"Drink porridge, take a rest before taking the medicine." said Makoto Shiroya.

"Thanks."

"You are welcome."

Sitting beside the bed, Makoto Shiro originally planned to hand the bowl to Suzuki Jun, but noticed that her hands were trembling a little, and directly reached out and grabbed her palm: "Don't have the strength?"

The warm palms made Suzuki Jun feel numb. After she pulled out her hand without revealing her traces, she nodded gently: "It seems."

"Then I'll feed you."

“…”

Seeing that Suzuki Suzuki did not refuse, Makoto Futa gave him porridge in small mouthfuls. Perhaps because of his illness, compared to Miyaki who had finished a bowl of rice, Suzuki Suzuki could not eat half a bowl.

But she forced herself to swallow it.

"If you can't finish eating, just lie down and rest."

After tucking the quilt for the girl, Makoto Mitsuba stood up and noticed Suzuki Jung looking at him with a strange look.

"What's wrong?"

"Just thinking, if you are a girl, you must be an excellent wife."

“……Eh?”

Suzuki Jun closed his eyes and stopped talking.

Shi Ye Cheng picked up Meilin and thought about it. Was he praised or damaged?

Suzuki Suzuki's mouth has always been very poisonous, so he didn't know whether this guy was praising him just now.

"Get a good rest."

Shuangye Cheng didn't continue thinking about it, holding the impatient cat in his arms. As soon as Shuangye Cheng opened the door, he heard the girl's voice: "Thank you."

Shiroye Cheng smiled: "You're welcome to say everything."

The door closed gently.

But at this moment, the girl's eyes slowly opened.

The next second, she suddenly hugged the pillow next to her, then buried her face in, and her ears began to turn red.

Obviously.

Some things cannot be forgotten casually.

...

After resting for a day, the two girls had a fever.

After seeing the "Pikachu" wandering around in a doll outfit and the Suzuki Suzuki who was wrapped in an apron, Makoto Furuya was lying on the sofa at this time.

"I really have a fever!" At this time, the ponytail girl beside her picked up the thermometer and said loudly.

"It must be infected." Shiroya Cheng smiled bitterly.

Suzuki Jun was tasting the soup in the saucepan at this time. After she heard Nana's voice in the morning, she said without surprise:

"After all, it's easy to be infected when it comes so close."

"What are you in contact?" Nana asked curiously in the morning.

Suzuki's hand froze slightly, and then replied in a plain tone: "It's okay, I just feed the porridge."

"Is that true..." Nana, the morning, seemed to be unbelievable.

Suzuki Jung looked away: "Yes."

Then she subconsciously took a sip of the soup
Chapter completed!