Naruto: Become Uchiha Madara’s mobile health pack

Light pecks like a dragonfly landed on the corner of his mouth, again and again.

In Shenwei's mind, he could only think of the colorful fireworks that exploded across the night sky. When someone came to kiss him, he subconsciously moved back, but the back of his head was held firmly and uncontrollably.

He couldn't avoid it, so he moved his head to hide, but it was all in vain.

"Uchiha...Madara...don't..." The momentary absence caused his tone to soften, and his low breath teased Madara's remaining rational nerves.

Not wanting to hear a word of rejection from his mouth, what started as a gentle peck finally turned into a grinding of lips and teeth, crushing and swallowing all the words Kamui had not had time to say.

At first, she just wanted to steal a kiss and gave up. However, when she heard him calling her name, her reason was swallowed up by desire.

"Um...Madara..." His limbs gradually became limp.

"I'm here." Madara responded softly, with a sexy vibrato in his tone that was irresistible.

One attacks and the other defends. In this battle-like game, Madara has the upper hand.

Feeling the temperature close to you, you can hear sexy low breaths during the fireworks. The candlelight is soft and hazy, and everyone you see has a soft filter because of this hazy candlelight.

The pushing gradually became weak, and his body fell heavily on the tatami.

The window was half open, and the clear brilliance of the moonlight and the colorful light of fireworks squeezed in from the open space and fell on their faces, illuminating the two extremely beautiful faces very clearly, and because of the embellishment of orange candlelight , appears gentle and ambiguously sticky.

This time, there was no drinking, neither of them drank.

They are awake.

Feel everything clearly.

Kamui stared blankly at the enlarged face in front of him with his big eyes, his eyelashes like crow feathers trembled, and Madara raised his hand to cover Kamui's eyes.

"Close your eyes," he said.

The trembling eyelashes scratched Madara's palm like a small brush, itching him so much that he fell into a kind of mania.

A fire ignited from nowhere, and slowly developed from a spark into a raging fire that swept across the wasteland. When the raging fire caught the wind, it grew in intensity, with the arrogance of wanting to burn everything.

He became impatient and felt extremely hot all over.

"Can it be done? Can it be done?" He asked impatiently, whispering in Shenwei's ears.

Shenwei's brain was somewhat deprived of oxygen, and his eyes were covered with his hands and he couldn't see anything. The darkness sharpened his hearing, but all other noises were drowned out by the fireworks exploding high in the sky outside.

"Can you, can you? Answer me." His tone was uncontrollably urgent, and his deep voice became a little fierce.

Sensing signs that the belt was loose, Shenwei suddenly came back to his senses. He felt cold all over. He bent his right knee and pushed hard against the abdomen of the person on top of him. The other person groaned and was pushed away a few meters away. Then, A fist was thrown out.

At this time, Uchiha Madara, who was in a state of excitement, did not give up because of this, and he quickly turned back.

Feeling a strong wind coming towards his forehead, he instinctively took action to defend himself, and a big hand firmly wrapped around the fist.

The candlelight flickered at this moment, then suddenly went out, and the room suddenly fell into endless darkness.

In this darkness, except for the heavy breathing of the two men who were still breathing, no other sounds could be heard.

No, there is another sound, and that is the beating of their own and the other's heartbeats in each other's ears.

After a short period of darkness, their eyes adapted to the brightness. With the moonlight and the setting off of the second round of fireworks, they could see each other's faces clearly.

No one spoke first, or no one knew what to say at this time.

However, just looking into each other's eyes, all the meanings that cannot be expressed in words overflowed.

Compared to the determination in Uchiha Madara's eyes, after just looking at each other for a short while, Kamui panicked and avoided the other's gaze.

His cold fist was tightly wrapped by the hot palm, and he tried to break free, but the other party refused to let go.

A sullen look began to appear on his face, and his voice trembled slightly, "Let me go!"

Madara didn't speak, but he didn't let go either, he just looked at him steadily.

Kamui was a little panicked. He found that at this moment, he felt like he had run 500 meters. His limbs couldn't help but tremble, and he didn't even know what had taken away his strength.

He found that if Uchiha Madara was really stubborn and refused to let go, and the overlord really took the bow, he would have no strength to fight back at all.

This is really disturbing.

"You, please let go of me."

This time, listening to his weak tone, Madara finally slowly let go of his hand one by one.

The time was obviously very short, but there was a layer of sweat on the palms of my hands.

"Do you want me to apologize to you?" Madara asked with a smile.

Kamui tilted his head and didn't know where he was looking. The princess's cut hair covered half of his face. If the candlelight was rekindled, he would probably be able to see a shy look on his face.

Madara felt very good because of this, and his temptation was worth it.

Kamui was not as frightened as he was after being stimulated by Hinata's morning light. Although he resisted, he did not get angry.

Anger and shame are two completely different states of mind.

Madara moved closer again, Kamui tried to retreat but was grabbed by the calf.

"Seriously," Madara approached with a smile and raised his hand to tuck his princess's ear behind his ears, exposing his entire face, "Kamui, do you need me to apologize to you?"

This is definitely a "fatal" question. If you say it is not necessary, you are letting Madara's behavior go, which also means that you are conniving at him, and even have the same ulterior motives as him.

If you say need, if you say...need.

Kamui stared blankly at his smiling face in the distance. Uchiha Madara rarely showed such a gentle and easy-going smile on his face, and those who saw him couldn't bear to criticize him harshly.

Shenwei looked at the face that was full of his own eyes, and his heart beat a few times for no reason.

His right hand subconsciously touched his chest, and Kamui slowly took a deep breath.

Blinking his eyes rapidly a few times, he felt a little strange.

He didn't hate Madara's approach and wantonness, and pushing him away just now seemed to be just an instinct to get rid of the helplessness and shyness, or maybe because he was a man and had some unspeakable stubbornness towards this kind of thing.

He didn't want to be the one who was oppressed, and somehow felt it was beneath his dignity.

Kamui was confused about who liked Uchiha Madara's touch, Uchiha Kamui or him?

"If you don't answer, I'll just assume that you don't need to apologize," Madara's smile gradually grew, and he raised his hand to stroke his long, spread-out hair again. It was as if gloom had never appeared on him. At this moment, he was extremely gentle.

"Kamui, I'm glad you didn't make me apologize."

"I...I don't know."

"what?"

The question was on his lips, but Kamui couldn't tell Madara.

Do you want him to tell the truth, saying that Madara's bamboo horse friend has died long ago, and that he is just a thief who stole his body?

Now, he didn't know whether this body liked him or whether he liked him.

Do you want to say this to Uchiha Madara?

If he really said it, then... what would he choose?