Half an hour later, Minamoto Tamako lay limp on the sofa, covering her mouth, with crystal-clear drool dripping between her fingers. Her eyes were glazed over, looking completely worn out.
"Gulp..."
The sound of swallowing echoed, followed by a low cough.
Waves of aftershocks hit, and Minamoto Tamako couldn't stop swallowing, but still quite a bit leaked out.
Even if Fushimi Roku was more dense, he should have noticed something was wrong. He touched Minamoto Tamako's forehead, which was frighteningly hot, and her fair face looked as enchanting as a sunset.
"Are you allergic?" Fushimi Roku frowned, "Allergic to rose petals? Do you need me to call a doctor?"
He had added flower petals to the foot bath twice. Maybe Minamoto Tamako was allergic to that, which would explain the symptoms of flushed skin, confusion, and excessive drooling.
"No, no... need..."
