Unemployed Onmyoji Converted to God Judge

Before Sanriyue woke up, Zhaohua carefully removed his hand, and moved his body to its proper position little by little.

When he finally returned to the center of his bed, his palms were sweating a little.

He dressed and washed at the fastest speed in his life, and left the room as if fleeing.

As a result, as soon as he went out, he bumped into Ishikimaru at the door.

Shiqiemaru was sitting on the corridor as usual, when he heard the movement behind him, he turned around and saw Zhaohua coming out of Sanriyue's room.

Although I have accepted this fact, it is still very subtle to see it with my own eyes.

In order to divert attention and eliminate his inappropriate feeling, Shiqiewan greeted Zhaohua.

"Master, good morning, is Sanriyue Palace awake?"

"No, still sleeping."

Wait, how does this dialogue feel more subtle.

How about changing the subject?

Ishikirimaru was about to discuss the progress of the purification with Zhaohua, but before he could speak, Zhaohua said, "I have to leave beforehand, so Ishikirimaru should have a good rest.", and slipped away.

The speed was fast, comparable to a dagger, and the silver hair raised an arc behind him, as if some scourge was chasing him from behind.

Ishikirimaru has never seen the master in such a hurry, Ishikirimaru is a little puzzled, did something big happen to Honmaru today?

However, it was completely different from what Ishikirimaru thought, Zhao Hua just didn't know how to face him.

As soon as he mentioned sleeping, Zhaohua remembered the scene when he woke up in the morning. He had just finished hugging Sanriyue in his sleep, and ran into his elder brother when he went out.

Although he didn't mean it, he was still inexplicably guilty.

Zhaohua hurried all the way to the empty hall, found an imperceptible corner behind the huge Fox, and fell into self-doubt mode.

However, as soon as he calmed down, Sanriyue's profile when he was asleep began to be played in a loop in his mind.

Slender and fair neck, well-defined jawline, smooth and delicate skin, thick and curled eyelashes...

stop!stop!stop!

Can't think any more!

Zhaohua bumped into Foxnosuke, and his whole body fell into the huge doll.

The touch of being wrapped in the cloth made him regain his sanity a little bit, straightened up again, and started to reason logically again.

First of all, the cause of the incident was that he slept next to Sanriyue for unknown reasons in his sleep, and even made inappropriate actions to her.

The easiest way to fix this is for him to haul the bunk away so it never happens again.

But doing so will cause a problem-San Riyue will mistakenly think that the master doesn't like him because of his actions, and wants to stay away from him.

If there is no suitable reason, it will destroy the harmonious relationship between them.

Then the problem is coming!

What reason should I use to convince Sankayue?

Just pull up any reason to be sure that you will be seen through, so to put it bluntly?

However, he hasn't figured out why he fell asleep until now. He has never been in such a situation before. Every time he is asleep, he is still there when he wakes up.

Could it be that he didn't discover this attribute of himself because there was no one around him when he slept?

Zhaohua covered his face, feeling deeply helpless.

However, what was even more helpless was that he imagined San Riyue's reaction after he said it.

He will definitely smile and say: "Hahaha, it's okay, if you need it, you can get closer."

I don't mind at all.

Thinking of Sanriyue's usual style, Zhaohua felt that it was very possible to develop into this.

But San Riyue didn't mind, but he had to take it seriously.

As Touken Fusangshin, although he looks human on the outside, he is still a sword in essence.

They don't have the concept of being too close at all, and they don't have the distress that humans only have.

There is no way, for His Royal Highness Sanriyue, he must move the bed today.

It was noon when Sanriyue woke up.

Now he is awake for more than half of the time during the day, and he will be able to completely get rid of the lethargic state in a few days.

As soon as he woke up, he found that the furnishings in the house were not right.

The desk where his body, paper and pens were placed disappeared, and the bed he dragged over last night also returned to its original position.

Sanriyue's eyes darkened, was the action last night too much?

He wanted to use this to test his master. If the master didn't feel disgusted, he could get closer to the master.

Now it seems that it has the opposite effect.

In his idea, the worst outcome is that the master can't accept it, and proposes to separate, and then he will keep it for a while, and if he doesn't do anything at night, the master will naturally forget about it.

But I didn't expect that the master's attitude is so firm, do you want to keep a distance from him so much?

Sanriyue thought for a while, and reached out to untie the bandage knot on her right arm.

Because it was wrapped in many layers, the bandage didn't unravel all at once, but just slipped off with the movement of the arm.

It is difficult for the parties to notice, but it is easier for outsiders to notice.

After doing all this, he lay down again, pretending to be asleep.

After waiting for a while, he heard footsteps getting closer outside the door.

When Zhaohua came in with lunch, he saw Sanriyue sitting up from the bed.

"His Highness Sanriyue, are you awake?"

He put his lunch aside and saw San Riyue glance at the bed on the other side.

Without waiting for Sanriyue to ask, Zhaohua quickly explained: "The rest of the unpurified swords were brought into the room, and I also took His Highness Sanriyue's body sword, so that it would be easier to purify and the room would be more spacious. "

After speaking this sentence at 1.5 times the usual speed, Zhaohua concentrated, waiting to comfort Sanriyue when he was disappointed, emphasizing that he did not dislike him.

However, San Riyue just nodded with a smile, quite agreeing.

"It does look much more spacious this way, the master has a heart."

Zhaohua breathed a sigh of relief, and began to feel that he was thinking too much.

One of the five swords in the world, Sanri Yue Zongjin, who has been handed down from the Heian era to the present, how could he care about such a trivial matter as he dragged the bed away?

Putting them together before was just a reasonable allocation of space. Now that there are other solutions, His Highness Sanriyue will definitely not mind.

"Candlestick Kiritan prepared lunch, I thought you should wake up by this time, so I brought back a copy."

"The craftsmanship of the candlestick cutting hall is the same as before, and it looks delicious."

Zhaohua put the meals on the table one by one, turned around and saw that Sanriyue had already dressed and was making the bed.

He took a closer look, and stepped forward to stop San Riyue's movements.

"His Royal Highness Sanriyue, wait a moment, the belt is tied backwards."

"Hahaha, I'm not very good at these."

Sanriyue obediently stood up and asked Zhaohua to fasten his belt again.

Zhaohua carefully tidied up the somewhat messy neckline, smoothed it out little by little, and then squatted down to fasten the belt.

This angle, this distance, Zhaohua's occasional moment of raising his eyes, that kind of focused eyes, will give San Riyue an illusion.

As if he was the only god he looked up to.

Sanriyue restrainedly stretched out her hand, and gently smoothed the broken hair by his ear.

"Master, your hair is messed up."

"Huh? Thanks."

The feather-like touch did not attract Zhaohua's attention, he fastened his belt, and saw Sanriyue's raised hand when he got up.

The originally neat bandages in the wide sleeves came loose, and the outermost layer had slipped off.

"The bandage is loose." Zhaohua held Sanriyue's wrist, lifted the cuff a little, and checked it, "But it's okay, Your Highness Sanriyue, you go to eat first, and I'll clean it up here."

"I'll re-wrap it for you later."

"Hahaha, then trouble the master."

The trouble is not troublesome, but His Royal Highness Sanriyue's clothes are for nothing.

Zhaohua looked again at the crooked quilt on the bed that was about to fall apart at any moment.

Well, His Royal Highness Sanriyue's quilt was also folded for nothing.

After seeing Sanriyue's ability to take care of herself, Zhaohua silently decided to let him do this kind of thing in the future.

Otherwise, he would have to do it all over again every time, which would severely damage His Highness Sanriyue's self-confidence.

After finishing everything, Zhaohua brought a new bandage, undressed San Riyue, and carefully treated the wound on his body.

Maybe it was because he was used to doing this, he was a little embarrassed at the first time, but now, even if Sankayue is awake, he can maintain a normal heart to face Sankayue without clothes.

Sanriyue quietly cooperated with Zhaohua's movements. He secretly observed Zhaohua's expression, but the more he looked at it, the more confused he became.

According to human standards, what the master is doing with him now is obviously a very intimate act, but even if he accidentally touched his skin, the master did not show the slightest resistance.

She obviously couldn't wait to run away from him, but why was she able to dress him and bandage his wound without any abnormality?

Sanriyue couldn't figure it out.