Takamine Nagi Watched the Rain Fall (4)

What the hell—!!!

To think he'd mumble the color of someone else's underwear in his sleep.

Unbelievable.

He must've been replaying that scene in his head, even while suffering from a high fever.

Arai. You pervert.

“Tsk.”

In a way, this was a situation where the victim was taking such devoted care of the perpetrator. I clicked my tongue at how absurd it was.

If I had my way, I'd smack the sleeping Arai on the forehead.

But I couldn't bring myself to do that to someone suffering from a high fever.

So, with no other choice, I decided to let Arai's sleep-talking slide...