After leaving the elevator, although there were only a few short steps left, Nanami was still exhausted due to the size difference between the two.

After opening the door, he took a lot of effort to support Shimizuki to the bed. He carefully put him down. Seeing that Nanami finally breathed a sigh of relief, he pulled over the chair next to him and sat down, looking at Shimizuki who was lying flat on the bed.

His body was filled with an unnatural red, his breathing was a little rapid, his eyes were closed, and his forehead was sweating, which looked very painful.

"Qimizu," Nanami called out softly, not caring about hiding her worries and gently pushing his arm, "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

But Shimizu Tsuki just shook his head left and right, and did not give any other reactions.

Although anxious, because he had no experience in caring for drunk people, Nanami didn't know what to do. After thinking for a while, he got up and took a hot towel from the bathroom.

"Then I'll wipe your sweat, okay?"

He didn't say anything, and when he saw it, he thought he was convinced.

He took a towel and approached Shimizu Tetsu's face and carefully wiped the sweat from his forehead. When Nanami suddenly realized that this was the first time he had been so close to him.

He lay there quietly, his straight and slender eyebrows were like sharp sword blades, and his eyes were raised at a sharp angle. His lower lips were pursed tightly, giving people a perfect sense of coldness and alienation.

Just like the kind of genius swordsman described in the novel.

If he was born at the end of the temple, he might become a famous figure in history.

But now, this "swordsman" has no power to fight against alcohol and can only lie on the bed and let others do it.

A wonderful feeling rose in his heart. Seeing Nanami, Nana could not help but poke his side face gently with her fingertips, showing a smile.

I thought Shimizu Tetsu would not react at all after getting drunk, but he suddenly shouted as if he felt something.

“nanami!”

He hurriedly withdrew his hand, and Qi saw that Nanami looked at his face again, still the same way he looked, as if the sentence just now was just a whisper in his consciousness.

He thought it was his movements that he had discovered, but before he could calm down his sudden acceleration of his heartbeat, he heard him shout again.

“nanami.”

Although he couldn't tell whether he was talking about "Qijian" or "Nanami", he couldn't care about those things, and Nanami nodded slightly.

"Yeah, I'm here."

Just as he was wondering if he was about to wake up, his originally frowning brows gradually relaxed, the unnatural flush on his face faded a little, and his breathing was steady, as if he had fallen asleep.

He breathed a sigh of relief, but Nanami no longer had the idea of ​​making pranks again. He only approached his clothes and gently twitched his nose after confirming that he had fallen asleep.

The simple smell of alcohol and the smell of chicken skewers finally made her feel the last bit of worry in her heart, and she was finally able to calm down and look at him seriously.

It is rare to see Shimizu Tetsu in this state.

In Nanami Nanami's impression, he was always entangled with many things. Even in his spare time, he would hold paper and pen and habitually record what happened around him. His whole body was like a gear that kept rotating, and rarely had a stop.

Of course, the same is true for myself.

In fact, Shimizu Tetsuki's thoughts were very clear from the beginning.
Chapter completed!