Naruto: Become Uchiha Madara’s mobile health pack

His hand quietly held Kamui's hand hanging on the grass, his fingers intertwined, and his palm was warm.

The moment Kamui's hand was held, his whole body tensed up instantly.

As time passed, Quan Nai had slept for a long time, and because she was too relaxed and relieved, she probably fell into a deep sleep and would not wake up easily.

But Kamui still felt worried. He widened his eyes to look at Madara. Compared with his nervousness, Madara seemed much calmer.

Madara shook his head at him, indicating that Izuna would not wake up, but the hands that were clasped together became tighter and tighter, so tight that the joints turned white.

During youth, when hormones are raging, it’s normal to be a little more sensitive.

There will be countless "contacts" after the first time, and just holding hands can make Madara's imagination run wild.

In fact, he didn't have any distracting thoughts, but when he held his hands together, feeling the temperature of the other's palm, and seeing Kamui's worried look, he felt a little out of control.

Even Madara himself doesn't know why he is so fascinated by him. If it is just the friendship that they grew up with, it is far from this, but it just happens that he is fatally attracted to him from the inside to the outside, from soul to body. force.

He also thought about why when he was alone, but he never had a perfect answer. In the end, he simply stopped thinking about it.

His focused eyes lingered on Kamui's face. When Kamui didn't dare to move and was scared, there was an inexplicable feeling of pity in his expression. Even though he knew he didn't mean it, Madara still found it very attractive.

It took his heart and soul away, just like the wind ruffled and messed up his spring water.

Madara flattened his mouth and smiled bitterly, thinking mockingly to himself, what was wrong with him? How could he still have such thoughts when Izuna was present?

It's almost embarrassing for a ninja to be addicted to this. If the ancestors of the Uchiha family knew what he was thinking at this moment, would they think that he was the most useless and the least promising one?

An Uchiha who is obsessed with the "beauty" in front of him really feels ashamed of his clan name.

but……

If our ancestors were really so pure, there wouldn't be a prosperous Uchiha clan, right?

The sweat in his palms became more and more moist, and Kamui clearly felt that the bones of his hands were about to be crushed by the other party.

He trembled his eyelashes and stared at Madara's face nervously, but all his sensory nerves were wary of his sleeping brother behind him. He saw Madara closing his eyes as if he was self-disgusting, but then opened them suddenly.

Compared with just now, Uchiha Madara's eyes seemed to flash with a cluster of flames at this moment. This cluster of flames grew when the wind blew, burning more and more, and gradually got out of control.

"Madara..." There was an unconscious tremor in his voice.

His breath sprayed against his ears, and his low-humming words penetrated Shenwei's ears and brushed against his eardrums.

"I know this is wrong, but I also want you to know how I feel about you."

Only with love can there be desire. If there is no love, he will never touch her even once. How can he express his hot and strong feelings clearly enough?

he does not know.

Emotionally, Madara is also a novice, and he treats each other only based on his inner feelings.

He had no better way and could only move forward tirelessly through constant trial and error.

The hand with intertwined fingers was clasped above his head, and the soft grass blades pricked his wrists. He wanted to get rid of them but didn't want to get rid of them.

The person approaching blocked the blue sky above and the clouds as white as cotton wool. Uchiha Madara's big hands wearing thin black gloves covered his eyes, and Kamui closed his eyes in cooperation.

The moment his eyelids closed, what he saw was not darkness and divine power. He fell into a colorful and beautiful dream.

The long entanglement of lips and tongues, the exchange of deep friendship, finally settled in the entanglement of four eyes facing each other.

The eyes looking at each other seemed to be stuck with glue. They couldn't see other people or other scenery, only the person in front of them.

Kamui's cheeks turned red, showing a rare shyness.

Madara pursed his lips and smiled, turned over and lay back down again. He looked at the sky. The originally blue sky was gradually dyed rose-colored by the sunset. At sunset, the overwhelming rose-colored clouds seemed to stretch for thousands of miles. They were everywhere, shocking. And beautiful.

"Good times always fly by."

"Huh?" Shenwei was confused. Every time he was kissed, it seemed as if his skull had been hollowed out, and his reaction became half a beat slower.

No matter how many times this happens, it happens every time.

In this regard, he himself felt that his brain was not up to par, and he secretly made up his mind that next time something like this happens again, he must be the one who takes the initiative and the one who takes the initiative, but he fails every time. Do it.

Now, being confused, his reaction was no better than usual. He opened his watery eyes to look at Madara in confusion.

Madara lowered his eyes and looked at him, smiled suddenly, and whispered in a breathy voice: "It's just... whenever I see you, I always want to do something, haha."

He smiled sheepishly and evilly, "But this kind of time always goes very quickly. Ten minutes seems like one minute to me, and it passes quickly."

Shenwei understood but could only pretend not to understand. He looked away angrily, but he couldn't hold back the corners of his mouth. He raised his lips slightly and muttered, "I don't know what you are talking about..."

Madara is in a good mood. When he is in a good mood, he is a little different from usual, and his words and actions are very casual.

He deliberately teased Kamui, "You know."

Kamui became anxious and stared at him with widened dark eyes, "I told you I didn't know!"

His voice suddenly became louder, and Madara pressed his index finger to his lips and made a "shush" sound, indicating that Quan Na beside him was still asleep.

Kamui pursed his lips tightly, but Madara always had a loving and warm smile in his eyes.

Madara Uchiha really felt happy at this moment. Everything he cared about was within reach. If he protected these two people, his world would not be destroyed.

"Look," he sat up and motioned to Shenwei to look at the sea. Shenwei got up vigorously, but was shocked and speechless by the scenery in front of him.

The sight is filled with magnificent colors, the sky turns into a rose color, and even the sea surface turns into a light rose gold color.

The ripples of the sea water are very small, and they seem to be still because of the distance. It is as if someone has spread a piece of rose gold tulle on the sea surface, which is dazzling and gentle.

"No matter how many times I see it, I still find this scenery breathtakingly beautiful."

"Yeah," Madara responded. He didn't think so in his heart.

"It's not bad to live on this mountain,"

"Huh?" Shenwei didn't understand what he meant.

Madara turned to look at Kamui and said very seriously: "I said to live on this mountain, just build a small house here, just big enough for us to live in. It's a small room, and there won't be any children anyway. What."

Shenwei stared at him blankly, watching him talk freely, watching him talk about the imaginary house and the imaginary life so naturally.

It was as if a picture scroll was slowly unfolding in front of him.