Gin not only helps with needles, but also "kindly" fixed the needle hand on the small medicine box and wrapped it around a few rounds with medical tape to ensure that Belmode's fingers cannot curl up. Pay attention to rehydration treatment when symptoms of high fever occur. Usually, vitamin C, vitamin B6, as well as electrolytes such as sodium chloride and potassium chloride to avoid low potassium and low sodium electrolyte imbalance.

As for antipyretics, Gin is not sure how resistant Belmode is, so she can only use a small amount, and you can't take too much medicine.

I glanced at the slowly dripping potion. At this speed, it was impossible to end without an hour or two. I threw Belmode here and didn't care? Then it probably won't take long before the needle fell off - an announcement from a certain paw tied to the medicine box.

It was time to sleep in the middle of the night instead of staring at people who were given injections here. Gin turned over and came behind Belmode, pulled the person out of the quilt and threw the pillow aside, put one hand on Belmode's waist and grabbed the injection hand to prevent her from moving, looking like she was holding her whole person in her arms.

Belmode's body temperature is very high compared to Gin. It will be very comfortable for two people to lean together. Gin always sleeps lightly. When it feels like the time is over, he wakes up from his sleep. He pulls out the needle and helps hold the needle hole on the back of Belmode's hand, then destroys the medical waste and goes back to bed.

After taking medicine and hanging the needle, and after struggling for several hours, Belmode's breathing was obviously stable, and he unconsciously covered the quilt on his chin and drilled into Gin's arms.

A furry head rubbed on his chest, Gin's body stiffened significantly, and slowly relaxed himself. He did not like physical contact with people. Belmode was an exception. He never slept with others. Belmode was an exception. He was vigilant about people who entered the safety line within one meter. Belmode was still an exception. Maybe Kurosawa Gin could do these things, but without Belmode repeatedly provoking him, Kurosawa Gin would not have appeared in this world.

Whether Gin is willing to admit it or not, Belmode is an unexpected surprise for Gin, the soul hidden in the abyss, and the Kurosawa Formation, and a unique exception.

Never accept, never give up; never approach, never stay away... Belmode is unique to gin and irreplaceable to gin.

"It's really troublesome..."

How could Gin not know about his own changes? He just let them spread and watched himself sink in a cold manner. Feelings are something that only people have, and the devil does not - the moment you become a human being is your death.

In the final analysis, this is the real reason why gin is let go, making me have feelings and making me... die.

But at the same time, Gin also needs to control her emotional investment. He is not prepared to fall in love with someone, and that person is very unfriendly.

Belmode woke up earlier than Gin. The subtle changes in breathing and body movements made Gin wake up from his sleep, but he was too lazy to open his eyes. From the time he removed the needle to now, he only slept for four hours. What's more, it's the day now, and he was not so cruel that the members of the action team carried out the mission with the sun. This kind of weather was the most suitable for sleeping. All the thoughts flashed through Gin's mind for a second, and they were left behind when they were sure that there was nothing to be done.

Belmode was completely awake at this moment, his water-green eyes floated to the side, and there was darkness in front of him, without the night lights she was familiar with. This was not her bedroom, but the man was clear and smelling tobacco in his nose. They were very close, and they could meet each other with a slight movement. Why was she here?

My brain slowly recalled yesterday's experience. After being driven back to the bedroom by Gin, I felt too hot, so I turned the temperature of the air conditioner down. As a result, I fell asleep accidentally. I felt someone coming in in a daze. I instinctively forced myself to wake up, but I remembered that this was Gin's apartment, so it goes without saying who the person came in. Then Belmode let herself half-wake up, and she had some vague impression of what happened next, including but not limited to the needle on the back of her hand, and later she lost consciousness.

Should I be glad that she ran to Gin's apartment when she was uncomfortable yesterday? Otherwise, Belmode would not suspect that if nothing unexpected happened, she would definitely burn her to death at home. In this weather, Gin would not easily do tasks, and naturally she would not call her without tasks, and she would not find any strange things.

Although there was nothing unusual about the man in front of him, Belmode knew that he was awake and it had nothing to do with the alertness of gin, but just a kind of intuition of Belmode, so she naturally rubbed forward again, completely disappearing the gap between the two. Being more and more has always been Belmode's good character.

An An slept all night. Belmode was not sleepy at all. When he was idle, he couldn't help but want to make trouble. His sinful claws quietly slid down. He was grabbed by his wrist just a second before his success. Gin directly opened the distance between Belmode and hid on the other side.

What a pity, it's just a little bit.

Belmode moved his fingers and suddenly threw himself on Gin with a smile. The latter stopped him quickly. The pine green eyes were clear and quiet, and his voice was hoarse when he had just woken up. "What are you doing?"

A smile flashed in the water-green gem. Belmode deliberately used the soft and coquettish voice last night to provoke: "Gin, aren't you uncomfortable?" Although the voice was acting coquettish, the bright smile on his face clearly exposed Belmode's heart.

Gin's face turned dark. He should have let the woman stay in the "morgue" yesterday, saving today the energy to provoke him. Belmode seemed to notice what Gin was thinking, his red lips brushed across his cheeks, and his eyes were filled with a bright smile.

It was a few hours after the two of them came out of the bedroom. Belmode looked at a man who had just left the bedroom and was basking in the sun. Even though the ingredients in the refrigerator were full of food, her hands were sore and she didn't want to cook.

Gin glanced at the sun outside. At twelve o'clock, the sun was above his head. He had already moved from the rattan chair on the balcony to the sofa in the living room. Belmode held his tablet and nested on the single sofa. He didn't know what he was doing. His loose pajamas were pressed against Miuman's body. Belmode leaned lazily on the backrest of the sofa, like a cat next to the stove, holding the tablet in one hand and typing it on the other. Ginmore recalled the games on the tablet slightly. There was no way to play competitive games with one hand, and there was probably only one who could play with one hand.

Perhaps it was a little hot when leaning against the sofa. Belmode's eyes shifted from the tablet to Gin, came to Gin, stood upright on the coffee table, and hugged himself in Gin's arms and found a comfortable position, and then continued to grow plants. It was not too comfortable to hold a Gin in this kind of dog days - warm in winter and cool in summer, a must-have item at home.

"Do you eat?" Gin asked in a low voice as she watched a wave of zombies die from a cherry bomb.

"Where?" Belmode responded while filling in a wave of nuts, feeling that he was about to fall, and tightened backwards, pressing against Gin, and even feeling the ups and downs of his chest, "It's too hot outside now."

Belmode bombed another wave of zombies and asked and answered, "How is the beach? You can escape the summer heat." In this weather, there must be many people on the beach, so Gin is too lazy to find it unpleasant for him. Belmode didn't ask for his opinion, and didn't care about Gin's silence, "But you don't seem to like crowded places."

The black phone placed on the coffee table suddenly shook. Gin got up immediately, stepped over Belmode and got off the sofa. It was an email from that person, with only a few lines of words.

"What's wrong?" Belmode also sat up, his blonde hair a little messy.

"It's okay." Gin deleted the email, went to the bedroom to change her clothes, Belmode leaned against the sofa, watching Gin squat on the hanger and tied her shoelaces.

"There is a mission?" Black Martin boots, black trousers, black jacket, and when you go out in black in this weather, all Belmode could think of was to perform missions.

"Eat." Gin's tone was faint. As for the black heat absorption? It was only a little bit like this. In the desert, he was also wearing black and performing high-intensity activities.

Belmode was strangely silent for a few seconds, looking at Gin up and down. As far as she knew, Vodka had been resting at home these days. Gin was wearing black, wouldn't it really be heatstroke?

"Wait for me, I'll go too."

"Ten minutes." Gin gave the order very decisively. If the woman cleaned up slowly, they would not be able to walk out of the door of the apartment for an hour.

"Gin, be patient with girls." Belmode complained and walked towards his bedroom. Although he said so, Belmode also knew that if it was more than ten minutes, Gin would not wait for her at all and would leave directly.

This man is extremely impatient in some things, and he is not patient than Chianti.

Even if he stays at home at this moment, he will be cursed by Cue Chianti while maintaining his sniper rifle.

He said that he would be fine in ten minutes. "Let's go." Belmode tied up his hair, a bow decorated on his white dome hat, a short leather skirt with a simple and fashionable mid-length sleeve jacket, and a bracelet with exquisite workmanship on his wrist. Belmode is undoubtedly a woman at the forefront of fashion.
Chapter completed!