Naruto: Become Uchiha Madara’s mobile health pack

Madara was extremely persistent, "You haven't answered me yet, who is Kakashi?"

Kamui stroked his heart, which was beating wildly in fear, and said angrily: "A very reliable unit of measurement for chakra."

This time it was Madara's turn to be speechless. He stared at Kamui as if he wanted to poke a hole in Kamui's face. His expression was full of saying, do you think I believe you?

Shenwei was speechless and waved his hand, "It's not important. It doesn't matter if you don't know him. Well..."

He tapped his chin with the pen and thought for a moment. Kamui smiled again. When he smiled, his eyes were curved and as beautiful as petals. Even though he had seen it countless times, whenever Kamui looked at him intently and smiled, he still had spots. Momentary trance.

His unruly long hair was carefully combed with his fingers and tucked behind his ears, exposing his entire face.

Shenwei said: "If you must say it, he is a person who has nothing to do with you, and he has nothing to do with me. Don't get entangled with someone who has nothing to do with us for the time being."

Now that things were like this, what else could Madara say? He was like a cat whose fur had been smoothed, his sensitive nerves had become relaxed, and he was just about to purr and show off his belly to Kamui.

"You've been writing for a long time and you haven't finished it yet?" Madara leaned forward and craned his neck to read.

Kamui raised his eyebrows, seemingly dissatisfied with his prying eyes, but his face seemed to be covered with a layer of soft light, and there was a smile between his brows and eyes.

"Why, do you care how long I take to write?"

How long you write doesn’t seem to be the issue, the question is what you write.

However, Madara didn't want Kamui to think that he was a narrow-minded person, so he could only shrink back angrily and show the majesty of the leader of a clan and the shadow of a village.

He coughed a few times, and the gentleness on his face disappeared, turning into the serious Uchiha Madara he usually was.

Kamui hates his prudery. Only arrogant people can be like this. Everyone in the Uchiha clan seems to be very familiar with this skill.

He turned sideways to block Madara's sight, "I won't let you see it. If you want to know what I wrote, you can use your brain to guess."

Having said that, after all, one is sitting and the other is standing. If Madara really wants to read it, he can see what he wrote by just staggering it slightly.

The person behind him didn't move, but he didn't make any sound.

As he wrote, Kamui's hand hovered over the paper.

Not long ago, he was alone and sad, and worried that the days of playing and playing together would be gone because of those Tajima eyes.

Breaking up means parting ways, and parting ways means abandonment to a certain extent.

He had had enough of being abandoned, and what he thought in his heart was that as long as he abandoned the other person first, he would be the first to cut off the possibility of the other person abandoning him.

It's silly, but it works for his ego.

However, it seemed that he was overthinking, or that Madara was not suspicious of him at all, or that the ability belonging to these eternal kaleidoscopes had not yet awakened, which made Madara's thoughts about him the same as before.

The person he particularly cares about has not changed yet. He is still by his side, secretly jealous because of trivial things.

Thinking of this, I felt warm and warm in my heart, with a hint of indescribable sweetness.

The desk is next to the window, which is open. After the autumn wind blows, the leaves of the tree in the yard slowly turn yellow.

The afternoon sun falls in this courtyard, on the tall canopy of trees, on the row of weeds growing tenaciously in the corner. At the same time, it squeezes in through the open window and falls on the white paper. and Kamui's smiling face.

The smell of autumn wind carries the unique dry fragrance of grass and trees. It is obvious that the leaves are still absorbing nutrients on the branches. It is obvious that the chrysanthemums are blooming next to the fence. It is obvious that when you look out the window, you can still see the lush green of the mountain plants, but the smell , it’s already different from what it was in the summer.

It's not the fragrance of summer flowers and plants, it's not the suffocation of summer humidity, it's the kind of cool refreshing fragrance, the kind of dry plant fragrance that knows when the seasons change.

Smelling the smell, the pen in his hand slowly returned to the pen holder.

Kamui turned around and caught Madara off guard with his sudden turn.

Uchiha Madara's cheeks that quickly turned to the side were quickly stained with clouds. Kamui saw Madara's tightly closed lips and tightened jawline. This man was childish and stubborn, thinking that he didn't look at Kamui and was spying secretly. It's like he didn't notice it.

Kamui sat on the chair, leaning back leisurely and looking at him.

I don't know why, he said he hated it, but actually he really liked seeing Madara's confused and shy look.

Everyone likes a sense of contrast. Once a reliable, serious and dignified person shows such a panic and shy look, this sense of contrast is very fatal.

His fingers pinched Madara's sleeve holding the book and shook it weakly. Madara asked him in an unnatural tone, "What are you doing?"

Shenwei didn't say a word, just maintained this movement, shaking and shaking until the other party turned his face helplessly.

Madara's mouth was flat and his cheeks puffed up slightly unconsciously, like a little hamster with food stuffed in its mouth.

Madara Uchiha, who was twenty-two or three years old, was already an adult, but his expression at this moment made him seem to have returned to his boyhood.

Madara turned around and saw Kamui's smiling eyes, the beautiful peach blossom eyes sparkling like a lake of intoxicating autumn water.

She kicked his leg with her toes, and Kamui's eyes became cunning.

"Are you...jealous?" he asked.

This smile was very frivolous. Madara knew Kamui was teasing him, but he still fell into the trap.

His eyes wandered involuntarily, and even his throat became dry. He desperately wanted to drink a cup of tea.

"No, nothing."

"Ah~ you stuttered!"

"Well -" Madara's breath was stagnant, but he still said firmly: "No way, don't talk nonsense."

The hand holding his sleeves was retracted, and he folded his arms comfortably and looked at Madara with a reddish complexion. Only half of the warm afternoon sunlight shone on Madara's face. His chin and lips were exposed in the bright sunlight, and the bridge of his nose was high. And those deep eyes were in the shadows, making this extremely handsome face seem to be in two states.

Half is sea water, half is fire, half is in the North Pole, half is in the South Pole, half is like ice with cold air, and half is like lava scalding people's hearts.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed the clan robe on Madara's chest. With a strong hand, and the fact that the opponent was completely out of the situation, Kamui was like a hunter, easily pulling the prey to his side.

"Kamui, why are you...um...!"

Hush, don't talk.

There is such a person in this world. The other person has a way to make him swallow all the words he wants to say but has not finished, but he has no way to resist.

Because he doesn't want to.