Uncle Yang brought the white cat into his room, turned on the bathroom shower, adjusted the temperature and gave it a bath.

"Ouch, how can such a well-behaved little guy get drenched like this outside? Can't find your own home? ”

Creamy squinted comfortably and enjoyed the feeling of warm water washing herself.

"Meow~"

I didn't lose it, but I came back and found my master.

Upstairs, Si Nan stood in the bathroom, squinting and feeling the shower.

After taking a hot shower, she quickly dried her hair, climbed into bed, and covered herself in the bed to enter a state of healing.

Taking advantage of Uncle Yang's inattention, the white cat sneaked up on the door of the room where Si Nan was.

Look up at the doorknobs that are much more than yourself.

It looked warily left and right.

After confirming that there was no one, a white light spread around the white cat.

A moment later, a young man in white lay on his stomach in the place where it was originally a cat.

Getting up from the ground like a thief, the young man patted his clothes, quietly opened the door and walked into Si Nan's room.

Closing the door with his backhand, the cat ears above his head shook excitedly.

Finally, I have to see the master again.

On the warm-colored bed lay a girl quietly.

It's just that the girl doesn't seem to be sleeping peacefully, and even in her sleep, her brows are tightly locked.

And the fair face was slightly red, and it looked a little red.

The boy sniffed the air in the room, a little confused.

Not...... How can there be a faint smell of sadness in the air?

Afraid of waking Si Nan, the young man walked to the bed lightly, and cautiously lay on the side of the bed and tilted his head to look at her.

The more he looked at it, the happier he became, and he couldn't help but want to touch his master with his hand.

The palm of his hand covered Si Nan's forehead, and the young man quickly took his hand back.

"Why is the master's head so hot?"

It's like a little steamer.

You won't be burned stupid, will you?

Running out of the room quickly with a little nervousness, the boy turned back into his cat form and looked for Uncle Yang.

Softly and hard pulled him out of Si Nan's room.

It can be regarded as letting him find out that she is sick.

As soon as the little scumbag, who had finished upgrading in advance, returned to the space, he felt that his host was in a somewhat weak soul state, and he was stunned on the spot.

"Here's what's going on!" How did my host become like this?! 】

The white cat lying on the head of Si Nan's bed lazily swept the bed with its tail.

Hearing the voice of the little scum, the white cat silently spoke:

"Meow!"

You're embarrassed to say it! If it weren't for your strange tasks, my master wouldn't have gotten sick!

The little slag scratched his head a little dazedly when he heard the response from outside the space.

Why did this cat come with me again?

When Si Nan woke up after the fever subsided, he heard two quarrels in his head and ears.

A little irritated frowning, she said coldly:

"Shut up! It's noisy! ”

In an instant, the world was silent.

Uncle Yang stood at the door with the ginger soup he had boiled, and looked at Si Nan with some puzzlement:

"Miss, there is no one else in the villa, no one is noisy."

It can't be a fever and hallucinations, right?

Supporting his still somewhat sore head, Si Nan glanced at him and explained in a low voice:

“…… I had a not-so-good dream. ”

"Uh-oh." Uncle Yang nodded clearly, then slowly walked to the bed and handed her the ginger soup that was still steaming in his hand:

"Miss, this is the ginger soup I made for you, drink some, go to the wind cold."