Isn't it very scientific to use the Death Note to kill people?

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The girl couldn't find an apron in the kitchen, but it didn't really matter whether she needed one or not when she was just cooking porridge.

While she was busy working, Lin Jiashu was somewhat lost in thought.

Having someone by your side to take care of you when you're not feeling well... that's truly a heartwarming thing.

And it feels warmer in the blankets.

Thinking about it, Lin Jiashu's lips couldn't help but curl up slightly.

But then I couldn't help coughing—

"You must drink the water!"

Xiaolan's voice came from the kitchen.

Seeing her holding a small pot of rice and peeking out to give him earnest instructions, Lin Jiashu smiled and nodded: "I understand."

He slowly finished drinking the water.

After Xiaolan finished cooking the porridge and returned to the living room, Lin Jiashu's temperature had been taken.

He had just taken it down when Xiaolan took it away to look at it without saying a word.

"Thirty-nine points... three degrees, that's already a high fever."

"Really? But I feel like I'm okay."

"It's utter nonsense for Jia Shu to say this at this time."

High fever above 39 degrees Celsius —

Looking at Lin Jiashu's pale face, Xiaolan felt that she couldn't relax no matter what.

She hurriedly ran to the refrigerator to prepare ice packs.

Chapter 342: Strike While the Iron Is Hot

The height of summer at the end of August

In the lazy afternoon, the air conditioner in the room was running quietly, gently blowing cool air into the center of the room.

Tap tap... tap tap...

Amidst these soft, fragmented sounds, Lin Jiashu awoke.

He still felt weak and slowly opened his eyes.

Before his vision cleared, he felt a pair of hands adjusting the ice pack on his forehead, and then he saw Xiaolan sitting on a chair next to his bed.

"Jiashu-ge, you're awake? How are you feeling?"

"...I don't know, but I don't feel as dizzy anymore."

"Let's take your temperature again. Do you want some water?"

"Ok."

Lin Jiashu readily accepted good advice.

Xiao Lan immediately got up and went to get a thermometer.

When she returned, she saw that Lin Jiashu had taken the ice pack off her forehead and was covering her forehead with the back of her hand.

When he was found, he simply said, "It hurts a little from the ice pack..."

"Because it's too cold."

The girl smiled brightly.

When Lin Jiashu took the thermometer, she smiled and reached out to warm his cold forehead.

A girl's soft hands feel very comfortable.

"..."

Lin Jiashu did not speak.

For some reason, Xiaolan couldn't help but secretly glance at his expression.

It was very quiet.

Yoshiki Hayashi's face is always handsome.

Despite being a man, he has very refined features. His dark eyes sometimes appear deep, but Xiaolan can always capture a warm feeling within them.

However, his face was paler than usual.

"37.4 degrees Celsius, that's great, the fever has gone down a lot."

"Thank you, Xiaolan."

"Don't always say things like that to me, Yoshiki-san."

Xiao Lan pouted cutely.

She unconsciously made a coquettish expression, her voice clear and crisp: "Otherwise, I could never repay the kindness that Brother Jiashu has shown me, no matter how many times I thank him."

Lin Jiashu was speechless.

But the girl was actually happy.

I've finally helped Yoshiki-san again...

When Xiaolan woke up from choking on water a couple of days ago, although she was a little slow to react, she was actually very happy to see Jiashu-ge "teaching" her a lesson without any problems.

Even if in the end it was I who caused him trouble, at least I did the right thing.

We can't always let Yoshiki shoulder so much alone...

"Have you been reading here the whole time?"

"Well, I saw that Jia Shu had a lot of books on his bookshelf, so I just grabbed one at random."

As Xiaolan spoke, her gaze drifted toward the bookshelf over there.

Detective novels, encyclopedias, biographical essays... but there are also many books related to psychology.

Xiaolan found some books related to memory among those books.

She had heard Eri mention that during the time when she suffered from amnesia after witnessing Officer Sato being shot, Yoshiki seemed to have been studying a lot of psychology books related to memory... Although Ran was touched at the time, it wasn't until she saw that thick stack of books on the subject today that she realized just how heavy her mother's seemingly casual remark had been.

Lin Jiashu sat up.

After his fever subsided, his head wasn't as dizzy anymore, and he felt much better, so he thought about getting out of bed.

"Brother Jiashu?"

"You made me drink so much water."

"Ah, oh"

The girl, her lips pursed, blushed slightly.

After finishing his business and returning to the living room, Lin Jiashu noticed that the house seemed to have been cleaned.

At this moment, Xiaolan also came out of the room, her pretty face full of smiles, asking as she spoke:

"Brother Jiashu, is there anything you'd like to eat? I'll go get it for you now—"

Before she could finish speaking, Lin Jiashu hugged her.

Caught off guard and pulled into his broad, warm embrace, Xiaolan's mind went blank for a moment.

"Jia-Jiashu-ge?"

Her voice sounded somewhat surprised.

However, the response was Lin Jiashu slightly increasing the force.

Unlike that night at the Shinkai Island Hotel, Lin Jiashu's arms were wrapped around her waist and back, the tightness and strength of his embrace so intimate that he could even feel the sensation of Xiaolan's full breasts pressed against his body—

Enveloped in his warm aura, she dared not break free and could only look at Lin Jiashu with somewhat helpless, watery eyes.

However, Lin Jiashu's gaze was fixed only on her small lips, and as if deliberately trying to make Xiaolan waver, his lips slowly approached and descended.

Xiaolan felt a little flustered.

As Jia Shu got closer and closer, she could almost feel the warmth of his breath through the mucous membrane of her lips...

How to do?

Is Jia Shu really serious?

So close...

What should I do if we actually kiss?

Or will it stop suddenly like before?

In her panic, the girl's eyelashes trembled slightly.

At this moment, she seemed to have lost the ability and space to think, and was just confused and at a loss. Under this tension that was unforgettable for her, Lin Jiashu's lips gently pressed against hers.

Xiao Lan's eyes widened in that instant.

"Well……"

Having had the experience of mucosal contact during previous artificial respiration, Lin Jiashu naturally understood that he should strike while the iron was hot.

He gently stroked the back of her head with one hand, as if to smooth out her unease and tension.

Xiaolan's whole body was tense.

She instinctively held her breath, a strong sense of tension and unprecedented shyness quickly rising to her cheeks, even making her scalp tingle.

Lin Jiashu gently savored the moisture and softness of her lips before parting them.

"How cute, Ran."

The girl's cheeks were as red as apples, and her eyes were filled with confusion and uncertainty.

Especially after hearing these words, compared to Lin Jiashu, she was the one who truly felt her brain buzzing and her body spinning.

Yoshiki-san really kissed him...

Because of Lin Jiashu's two previous actions, Xiaolan had rehearsed the scene several times, but when it actually happened, she still felt it was very unreal.

"Brother Jiashu?"

"...Does it bother you?"

"I...I don't know—"

"I'm sorry, I couldn't resist this time."

Lin Jiashu whispered in her ear, "Actually, ever since I helped Xiaolan with CPR that time, I haven't been able to sleep..."

Uh!

An unprecedented surge of shame made Xiaolan want to escape, but as if her body was unable to move, all she could do was lower her head.

My heart is beating so fast.

It felt like it was about to burst out of his chest.

Xiaolan really didn't know what to do at that moment.

I can't quite say whether I'm happy or not, but I just feel like I can't refuse Yoshiki-san at all...

Her chaotic emotions made her head spin; even though she was standing on the ground, she felt a sense of weightlessness.