How to raise a random guy's wife

Her messy black hair was scattered on the bed, forming a stark contrast with her pure white, form-fitting nightgown, making Kasumigaoka Utaha's snow-white skin even more captivating.

Kasumigaoka Utaha's slightly flushed cheeks were like the finishing touch to this enchanting scene, captivating... no!

Eriri snapped out of her reverie of the beautiful scenery and noticed Kasumigaoka Utaha's labored breathing and slightly furrowed brow.

Eriri walked quickly to the bedside and reached out to touch Kasumigaoka Utaha's forehead, which was alarmingly hot.

"Utaha!" Eriri called out anxiously, gently nudging Utaha Kasumigaoka. "Are you alright? Are you okay...? You probably aren't... Please don't die!"

“Eng…” Kasumigaoka Utaha opened her eyes a little wearily, her voice weak.

"What?" Eriri leaned closer. "What are you trying to say?"

"You..." Kasumigaoka Utaha's breath was hot, "You're the one who's dead... I have a fever..."

"..." Eriri glared at her, "You're sick and your mouth is still so sharp."

However, after hearing what she said, Eriri calmed down a lot. "Wait a moment, I'll call the doctor over."

Before long, the Sawamura family's private doctor arrived with professional equipment to examine Kasumigaoka Utaha's condition.

"Don't worry, it's just a common cold and fever." The doctor gently comforted Eriri, who looked anxious. "It's similar to what you did when you were little. Because of your weak constitution, you would get chilled when the seasons changed."

Eriri breathed a sigh of relief, remembered the dosage and usage instructions for the medicine the doctor had given her, and cooked some porridge for Kasumigaoka Utaha. "Do you want to call your family?"

"It's just a common cold," Kasumigaoka Utaha said lazily, leaning against the headboard. "It's nothing serious."

"Oh right, you're amazing." Eriri held a spoonful of white porridge to Eriri's lips. "Open your mouth."

"No." Kasumigaoka Utaha shook her head vigorously.

“If you’re sick, just eat properly,” Eriri frowned. “That way you’ll get better faster.”

"I understand that principle, but there is an even simpler one."

"Ok?"

"The porridge is piping hot from the cooking." Kasumigaoka Utaha stared at the rising steam from the white porridge. "Are you sure I'll feel better after eating it, instead of getting worse?"

"Why didn't you just say you were afraid of getting burned?" Eriri reminded her irritably. "You have a fever and you're still talking so much."

"Luckily, I only have a fever, so I can still talk so much." Kasumigaoka Utaha twitched the corner of her mouth. "If I had the kind of disease that makes you unable to speak, I'd probably be convulsing from the burns by now."

"If you keep working as hard as Akane Akasaka, that day will probably come soon too," Eriri retorted while blowing on the cooled porridge, bringing it to Kasumigaoka Utaha's lips.

"No matter what, I still..."

"Shut up and eat your porridge." Eriri pushed the spoon towards her again.

Kasumigaoka Utaha opened her mouth and ate it, "Hmm, the temperature is just right now."

"So long-winded," Eriri muttered, then fed Kasumigaoka Utaha a few more bites.

With her mouth busy, Kasumigaoka Utaha didn't have time to speak.

Eriri suddenly realized that Kasumigaoka Utaha, when she quieted down, really did have the feel of a literary girl.

Especially now that she's sick, her usually cold gaze has softened considerably, making her look like the kind of big, straight-haired older sister character often seen in anime.

As Eriri was being fed, the image of Kasumigaoka Utaha taking care of her when she was sick naturally came to mind.

Eriri remembers that time...

Eriri waved the spoon in her hand in front of Kasumigaoka Utaha's eyes, her face full of anticipation.

Chapter 621 Gentle You

Kasumigaoka Utaha narrowed her red eyes slightly, "You seem to be expecting some unrealistic scenario."

Kasumigaoka Utaha had just thought of how she had taken care of Eriri back then, so the moment Eriri made that move, she immediately guessed what she was thinking.

At that time, in order to create "The Cherry Tree Promise", Eriri secluded herself in a mountain villa to draw pictures, and as a result, she fell ill.

Fortunately, Kobayashi Sora arrived in time with Megumi and Kasumigaoka Utaha, preventing more serious consequences.

When Kasumigaoka Utaha was taking care of Eriri, she fed her porridge just like Eriri is doing now.

As a result, Eriri threw a tantrum and bit the spoon, refusing to let go.

Kasumigaoka Utaha has seen people guarding their food before, but this is the first time she's seen someone guarding their utensils.

I've really learned something new.

Eriri blushed, her cheeks puffed out slightly, and she continued feeding Kasumigaoka Utaha, having her thoughts read.

After putting down the bowl of porridge, Eriri reached her hand under the covers and, unsurprisingly, felt the dampness inside, caused by Kasumigaoka Utaha's sweat.

Do you have any clean pajamas?

Kasumigaoka Utaha pointed to a cabinet and said, "It's in that cabinet."

Eriri found a set of pajamas for Kasumigaoka Utaha to change into, and also gave her a blanket.

Kasumigaoka Utaha changed out of her wet pajamas, wrapped herself in a blanket, and stood to one side, watching little Eriri struggle to pull off the blankets and mattress and put on dry ones. Her clumsy movements were quite unskilled, but...

so cute.

"Alright," Eriri patted the blanket, "Go inside."

Kasumigaoka Utaha put down the blanket and crawled into bed. The dry feeling was so much more comfortable than the previous dampness. "It feels good to be sick once in a while."

“You wouldn’t think this way if you were sick occasionally.” Eriri had actually experienced that feeling. “Don’t think about anything, just rest.”

“Okay~~~” Kasumigaoka Utaha responded in a drawn-out voice.

Eriri felt a little uneasy about Kasumigaoka Utaha's sudden change in behavior.

Eriri washed some fruit and prepared some water, placing it by Kasumigaoka Utaha's bedside. After hesitating for a moment, she finally decided to stay in Kasumigaoka Utaha's room and watch over her.

Kasumigaoka Utaha ate some fruit, drank some water, and then casually took out her notebook to look through it.

Eriri frowned. "Who just said 'okay'?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha waved her hand, "This is a break for me."

"A good rest should mean a good night's sleep."

"I just woke up, how could I possibly fall asleep now?"

"Then just space out. Using your brain is still using your brain. You're sick now, so try not to move if you can."

“…Okay.” Kasumigaoka Utaha put down her notebook.

Eriri lowered her head and continued reading her light novel.

She originally wanted to draw, but worried that the sound of drawing would disturb Kasumigaoka Utaha, so she changed to reading.

Even after becoming a seasoned otaku and an industry insider, Eriri still maintains her old habits, constantly watching the latest popular works.

For creators, weak screenwriting skills are a disadvantage, but for readers, average screenwriting skills can allow Eriri to immerse herself more fully in the work.

If a screenwriter has exceptional writing skills like Kasumigaoka Utaha, they can guess the general direction of the work just by watching the beginning, based on the style. Even when watching recent works, there will be various senses of déjà vu, which greatly reduces the enjoyment.

Thinking of Kasumigaoka Utaha, Eriri looked up in Kasumigaoka Utaha's direction and found that Utaha was staring at her.

Eriri didn't take it to heart and continued reading her novel.

As I looked around, I looked up.

Kasumigaoka Utaha was staring at her.

Eriri opened her mouth but didn't say anything, then lowered her head and continued reading.

This time, the immersive experience wasn't as good as before.

After realizing that someone is staring at you, you feel like every move you make is being watched.

I feel uncomfortable doing anything.

I feel uncomfortable doing nothing.

After absentmindedly reading two paragraphs, Eriri looked up again, meeting Kasumigaoka Utaha's gaze.

Why are you staring at me?

“I wasn’t staring at you,” Kasumigaoka Utaha corrected. “I was just spacing out.”

"Can't you look at something else while you're spacing out?"

“Sure.” Kasumigaoka Utaha turned to look out the window.

Eriri lowered her head to continue reading, but when she looked up, she met Kasumigaoka Utaha's gaze again.

“When you’re daydreaming, your gaze is out of control,” Kasumigaoka Utaha raised an eyebrow. “If you could control your gaze, it wouldn’t be daydreaming.”

Eriri silently got up and left the room.

Kasumigaoka Utaha opened her mouth and turned to look out the window.

Well... I guess I wouldn't feel comfortable being stared at.

With a soft sigh, Kasumigaoka Utaha was about to pick up her notebook when she saw Eriri return with her easel.

“Anyway, you’re going to be keeping an eye on me.” Eriri set up her easel. “I’m just killing time anyway.”

"Using patients as models... You even exploit patients? No wonder you're Kong Qing's classmate."

“You’re his senior,” Eriri retorted irritably. “It’s not like I’m asking you to stand still like a model. Don’t underestimate an artist. No matter how you pose, I can draw what I want to draw.”

"Ah~ I suddenly feel like dancing."

"You stay put!"

Kasumigaoka Utaha stared at Eriri, and Eriri would occasionally look up at her as well.

If Eriri uses Kasumigaoka Utaha as a model, she won't feel anything special about her gaze.

but......

Although she had this feeling earlier, Eriri realized that Kasumigaoka Utaha was really quite beautiful when she actually started writing and observing carefully.

Needless to say, her figure is stunning. Without her usual harsh words, Kasumigaoka Utaha exudes an elegant tranquility. Leaning against the headboard, her long, black hair falls naturally, its smooth strands shimmering in the sunset. Her slightly lowered red eyes gaze gently, as if they could speak.

"Hey, Eriri."

Yes, yes, that's exactly the feeling.