"Cough, cough cough!"

Before he could put the wine glass back, Tsutomu Kaito started coughing violently. The originally cool and transparent wine turned into a hot stream of air that cut down his throat like a sharp knife.

The wine cup fell into the hot spring and made a 'plop' sound.

"Kojin!"

Nanao Saiki thought that he had not recovered from his previous injury and was scared out of his wits. He grabbed the boy who almost slipped into the water and checked his body with a frown.

Tsutomu Kaito felt like his body was not his anymore. There was a bloody taste in his throat and he subconsciously grabbed his neck with his hands. His body trembled involuntarily.

Nanao Saiki quickly pulled his hands away and flipped him over on his lap. "Kojin!"

When the waiter noticed the abnormality, he rushed over. When he saw Hai Teng with his eyes closed and his face pale, he was shocked. He hurriedly called the emergency medical personnel with the walkie-talkie. Qi Mu Nanxiong pulled a bath towel and wrapped Hai Teng in an instant. He gently patted his face, trying to wake him up.

But Hai Teng's ears instantly buzzed, and he couldn't hear a single word …

After some time, Tsutomu Kaito finally got over the stabbing pain. He opened his eyes and found that he had left the hot spring pool. He was lying on a sofa with a light blue jacket around his waist.

Tsutomu Kaito turned his neck and looked around. He thought that this should be a temporary lounge behind the walk-in closet.

It was still early, and Kuroki had not come to pick them up yet. It seemed that he had not slept for long.

"Mr. Saiki?"

Hai Teng shouted, but his throat was so hoarse that he could only gasp for air. He couldn't make a sound that was loud enough to be heard.

Nanao Saiki was wearing a thin woolen sweater. He was bent over with his back to him. From his angle, he could faintly see the shape of his spine.

Mr. Saiki did not hear anything. He was fiddling with a hairdryer with his head down.

Without waiting for Hai Teng to sit up, the little contract spirit floated over from the roof and sat on his neck with a surprised look on its face.

It laughed and said to him, "I have lived for so long and have seen so many contractors. Some can't hold their liquor well, and some get drunk after one glass.

I have never seen anyone like you who can get drunk after one sip. You are amazing. "

"Stay away from me." Tsutomu Kaito was dizzy and did not want to argue with it.

Tsutomu Kaito: "Mr. Saiki is not angry?"

Little Contract Spirit: "What, you don't want to make people angry? You dare to drink secretly but don't dare to be scolded?"

"I didn't want to drink without permission!" Tsutomu Kaito thought shyly. "I just wanted to share a glass with Mr. Saiki."

Little Cherin snorted. "Who are you trying to fool? I saw it. You secretly drank from his glass. Don't try to deny it!"

"Forget it. I can't explain it to you."

Little Cherin: "It's useless to explain it to me. You should make up an excuse before he finds out that you are awake."

Tsutomu Kaito heard this and immediately showed a little fear. He thought for a while and felt that this question was a little beyond his little brain. Finally, he asked with a headache, "Is he really angry?"

Little Cherin twisted its chubby waist. "Of course. Do you see the big taser in his hand? It is charging. It will shock you to death soon."

Tsutomu Kaito: "…" That's a hair dryer, you little idiot!

At this time, Nanao Saiki, who had been quiet all this time, moved. Little Cherin quickly sat on Tsutomu Kaito's face and said anxiously, "Quickly hide under me. He's coming."

Tsutomu Kaito grunted and scolded, "… Get the hell down here. I'm going to kill you."

From Nanao Saiki's point of view, Little Cherin did not exist.

He could only see the young man lying on the sofa. Kojin's face and neck were a little strangely flushed.

As the alcohol faded, his lips were not as red as before, but they were more sickly pale. His eyebrows were tightly knitted, as if he was suffering from some indescribable pain.

Tsutomu Kaito was indeed suffering a lot. "Damn fatty, get the hell down here!"

Little Cherin felt wronged and said, "Why are you scolding me? I'm protecting you."

God knows how much this little fatty weighed. Tsutomu Kaito's breathing was heavy, and his eyes were about to roll back.

"Little Instant." Qi Mu's heart ached as he knelt down on one knee. He touched Little Instant's forehead and parted his wet hair.

Little Cherin yelled, "Run, he's calling you!"

"Can you shut up?!" Hai Teng finally managed to suppress the little fatty who was making a ruckus.

At the same time, Nanao Saiki held the hair dryer in his left hand and turned it on.

There was a buzzing sound, and Tsutomu Kaito's shoulders unconsciously shrank.

"He's not really going to shock me, is he …?"

Although he knew that Mr. Saiki would never hurt him, Tsutomu Kaito was scared when he remembered Mr. Saiki's serious look this morning. In the end, he was so scared that he closed his eyes.

He tilted his head to the inside of the sofa and tried to pretend that he was not awake.

"Buzz —"

The sound was getting closer and closer. Just when Tsutomu Kaito thought that Mr. Saiki was really angry enough to shock him, a warm arm lifted him up and let his back lean against a chest.

Because of the sudden heat on his back, Tsutomu Kaito's body felt weak as if he had been electrocuted. Moreover, Mr. Saiki's movements were so gentle that it made his body hot.

Saiki bent down at this time and whispered in his ear, "Kojin, Kojin?

Can you hear me? "

Tsutomu Kaito was so scared that his whole body froze.

In the next moment, a soft and warm touch fell on his cheek. It was only a light touch, but he could smell the lingering scent of it.

Tsutomu Kaito: "???"

Cherin waved his little cane in panic. "Ahhhhh, Qi Shen just kissed you, he kissed you!"

"Kissed me?" Tsutomu Kaito's little face felt hot in hindsight.

Then, Nanao Saiki lowered his head again, and the same soft touch fell on the left corner of his mouth.

Tsutomu Kaito: "!!!"

The teenager forgot how to breathe for a moment. His eyelashes trembled, and his heart beat violently, almost smashing a hole in his chest.

Tsutomu Kaito secretly thought, "Mr. Saiki is going to … is he going to molest me?"

At this time, Nanao Saiki's lips curled up in satisfaction, and he began to seriously blow dry his wet silver hair.

Little Cherin was relieved. "So it's just to blow dry your hair."

Tsutomu Kaito was so disappointed that he almost cried. "Why is it just to blow dry my hair?

Also, why do I have to kiss the corner of my mouth to blow dry my hair? Does Mr. Saiki like me too? "

Little Cherin began to talk nonsense in a serious manner. "No, he doesn't like it."

"You don't understand. It's just a ritual of their gods. Before blowing your hair dry, you have to kiss it to ward off evil."

Tsutomu Kaito: "…" I think I'm a fool to believe you.

Tsutomu Kaito said a few more words to Little Cherin. The hot air above his head blew on his forehead and eyes, and sleepiness slowly crept up his eyelids. Finally, he fell asleep leaning on his chest. It was not until Kuroki came to pick him up that Nanao Saiki woke him up in a daze.

Nanao Saiki handed over a cup of warm tea. "Wake up, Kojin. Let's go back."

Tsutomu Kaito took the cup and took a sip.

The alcohol content of whiskey was too high, and his body seemed to be very sensitive to alcohol. He was still not very awake after sleeping until now. The housekeeper brought him a blanket to wrap him up.

"Let me do it." Nanao Saiki picked him up.

Nanao Saiki didn't seem to have any intention of blaming him for stealing the whiskey. He carried him into the car and let him lean on his chest.

"Sleep a little longer. I won't wake you up."

"Thank you, Mr. Saiki."

"Don't thank me." Nanao Saiki rubbed his hair.

Kuroki also got into the car. The air conditioner was turned on, and the temperature in the car slowly rose. Tsutomu Kaito's eyelids were once again filled with sleepiness. He stared at the whistling scenery outside and soon fell asleep.

Kuroki lowered his head and looked at some documents. He didn't say anything, and the car slowly quieted down.

There was still some time before they arrived at the villa. Nanao Saiki moved slightly. He picked up Tsutomu Kaito's small hand that was hanging on his leg.