He tried to save the fallen girls, but they came after him instead.

"Where's Shirakawa? Why didn't she come?" Maki asked with concern.

"He has a slight fever and probably won't be able to attend class."

"Is it serious?" Sakura asked quickly.

Although their relationship has developed cracks, their feelings of concern for Shirakawa remain the same.

"It's nothing serious, just need some rest." Aunt Meidu went to the small cabinet under the TV table in the living room and found some fever medicine.

The Mido sisters were a little discouraged when they learned that Shirakawa couldn't come to class. Maki's eating posture became much more languid, while Sakura rested one arm on the table and held chopsticks in the other, fiddling with the food in her bowl.

"Eat properly," Aunt Meidu scolded, seeing the two of them looking like that.

"Okay~" the two replied casually.

Midori Kana went into the bathroom, filled a basin with hot water, and paused for a moment when she reached for a towel.

Hanging on the wall are Shinichi's, Maki's, Sakura's, and her own.

Let's use our own.

Kana put her towel into the basin, then went to the kitchen, scooped a spoonful of white rice from the rice bag in the cupboard, rinsed it several times, and put it in the pot to cook.

When you're sick, it's best to eat light, easily digestible foods and drink some white rice porridge to warm your stomach.

This reminded Kana Mito of when she was taking care of the Mito sisters when they were young. When they were sick, Kana would cook white rice porridge in a pot.

Hmm... But Shirakawa is a big boy, his body needs more energy, should we add something else?

After thinking for a moment, Mitsukana added some more goji berries and lotus seeds to the pot.

"Mom, we're going to school after we finish eating!" Mito Sakura called out to the kitchen.

"Okay, got it!"

As the Mido sisters went out, their gazes involuntarily lingered for a moment in front of Shirakawa's door.

Forget it, I'd better not bother him.

But how could they possibly know?

What may seem like an ordinary day can become extraordinary in the end.

47. Aunt Mido's Care 2

Shirakawa took off his clothes, leaving only his underwear, and lay down on the bed.

I feel a little helpless.

Many crises were actually resolved through Shirakawa's thinking, but now that he's sick, his mind seems to be shrouded in a shadow, making him less sharp.

Midori Kana is also one of the dangerous individuals. Is she as perverted as the policewoman Miike Naeko?

Definitely not. Aunt Mito is very gentle, so gentle that Shirakawa even wants to act spoiled towards her and drown in her gentle embrace.

Shirakawa closed his eyes to rest, wanting to sleep but unable to.

Ka La~

Midori Kana pushed open the door and entered. Her long black hair was tied up, and she still had that slightly plump figure. She was wearing a bear apron. Judging from her face alone, she looked like a young and energetic college beauty. Judging from her figure alone, she was slightly chubby, and she had a kind of charm that could not be grasped in one hand.

She was holding a basin of hot water and a towel in her hands, and between her arms and the large bowl of white porcelain, filled with white rice porridge, was a white porcelain bowl with patterns.

"Shirakawa-kun, are you asleep?"

"without..."

Shirakawa lay in bed, covered with a blanket, which Kana found delightful.

So well-behaved.

Kana placed the basin on the ground, soaked her purple towel in warm water, rubbed it, wrung it out, folded it again and again, and placed it on Shirakawa's forehead.

So warm.

Both mentally and physically, Shirakawa felt a sense of peace and joy.

"How's the water temperature? Is it suitable?"

"Um..."

"Are you hungry? I made some rice porridge, would you like to try some?"

"Hmm..." Shirakawa had turned into a silly robot who could only nod.

People are knives and servants, and I am fish and meat.

Midori Kana stirred the white rice in the bowl with a white porcelain spoon, while a few bright red goji berries and lotus seeds collided and emitted steam, making one's mouth water.

Gently scoop a spoonful and blow on the steam.

When Shirakawa saw Aunt Mito's full, rosy lips exhaling slightly, his heart began to surge with desire. He longed to be loved by Aunt Mito, to forget about Huang Mao, to forget everything, and to become a useless person under Aunt Mito's care.

No, no, no, Shirakawa, calm down.

Did my self-control weaken after I got sick?

"Come on, open your mouth..."

Midori Kana held a spoon in one hand and a bowl in the other, feeding the porridge into Shirakawa's mouth.

The white rice has a soft and sticky texture, and a light and fragrant flavor.

It's so delicious that you wonder if there's some kind of magic in it that makes it so good.

"How is it? Is it to your liking?" Midori Kana smiled and used a small spoon to clean the corners of Shirakawa's mouth until there was no residue left.

"It's delicious, thank you Aunt Meidu."

"No, no." Midori Kana did the same thing again, preparing another spoonful to feed Shirakawa.

"No need, no need, Auntie, I can eat by myself." Shirakawa felt quite indebted to the person who took such good care of him.

"It's alright, it's alright," Aunt Meidu said with a gentle smile.

Shirakawa noticed the faint dark circles under Auntie's eyes, and then recalled Kana's haggard face when she was at the door earlier.

"Auntie, did Uncle... again last night?"

Midori Kana paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "This is a matter for adults. You just need to take good care of yourself and focus on your studies."

Midori Kana gently patted Shirakawa's head, her eyes full of affection.

The large, slightly wide palms are like soft cushions, making them addictive.

While Shirakawa's body was enjoying himself, his mind was constantly trying to pull himself back on track.

I can't have too much contact with that aunt; she's a dangerous person. No, I can't...

By building a good relationship with her, I can keep track of the Mido sisters' activities. Yes, that's my goal. I can't get too involved.

Shirakawa kept telling himself this, but his mind was completely messed up by that gentleness.

"I want to know why my aunt is so good to me, and I also want to know more about her."

Finished speaking.

The two of them were stunned at the same time.

Shirakawa quickly covered his mouth, wondering why his thoughts had slipped out and why he had uttered such inappropriate words.

Aunt Meidu was also full of surprise as she slowly placed the porridge on the table.

Are you angry?

Just as Shirakawa was about to apologize, Mitsu Kana slowly spoke up.

"When Auntie sees you, it's like seeing Sakura and Maki when they were little... Besides, you're such a sensible and good child, Auntie really likes you."

Why did your uncle treat you that way?

Midori Kana recounted her past experiences to Shirakawa, bit by bit.

"Shortly after our engagement, he died in a car accident, leaving me and my two daughters behind."

"Wait, engagement, Auntie, what about your two daughters...?"

Realizing she had let something slip, Midori Kana stopped trying to cover it up.

"Those two daughters are adopted from an orphanage. When I was young, I volunteered at an orphanage, and that's when Sakura and Maki, still babies, were brought in. At that time, the orphanage didn't have the capacity to care for them anymore, so I simply took them home to care for them. You must have noticed that they are very different in both personality and appearance."

Do they know?

“Of course they wouldn’t know, how could they possibly know?” Midori Kana said with a smile. “We’ve gotten by all these years, there’s no point in telling them, let’s just keep things as they are.”

"Have you ever thought about moving out of your uncle's house and living under someone else's roof? Isn't that a bit inappropriate?"

"I've thought about it, but I'm so old, past my prime, what can I still do? Sakura and Maki also need care, and their schooling costs a lot of money..."

A hint of sadness appeared in Midori Kana's eyes. She pinched her plump belly, her voluptuous figure seeming to convey not only sexiness but also the weight of many hardships she had endured.

"Auntie... I think you've always been the most beautiful, capable, and charming person. You'll definitely find a way."

When Shirakawa was sick, he spoke with unusual sincerity.