Naruto: Become Uchiha Madara’s mobile health pack

The tent was no different from when we went out to fight in the past, with a long low table, scattered cushions, simple daily necessities piled on the edge of the tent, and sleeping bags and quilts spread on the ground.

Kamui calmed down his breath and tiptoed over. With the dim light of a candle a few meters away, he finally saw the face he had been thinking about day and night for many days.

Madara slept there quietly, maybe because he was very tired, he seemed to be sleeping very deeply, and you could hear his even breathing as he fell into a deep sleep.

Shenwei lowered his eyes and stared at his face, looking at his brows that had been frowning slightly for some reason, and the faint dark green under his eyes.

In the days when Kamui couldn't see Madara, he imagined many scenarios where the two of them would meet again. They might be so excited that they would tremble all over, or be so excited that they couldn't help but rush in for a hug.

Or continue the unfinished battle until Uchiha Madara truly kills him with hatred for him.

Kamui also imagined a more tender scene, in which Madara would be happy that he was still alive, but such an idea was really not in line with their relationship at this time.

Uchiha Madara...he can't possibly think that being alive is a good thing, right?

However, he never thought that when he really saw the sleeping face of the person he thought about day and night, his whole person could be so calm.

He just knelt there calmly and looked at his face greedily.

This is the person who has surrendered his body and mind to him. Together they have done many things that can be said and cannot be said, and they have experienced extreme resentment and extreme joy.

It seems that the worries and uneasiness that have been there have finally been resolved, as if the kite blown away by the wind has finally been held by the traction line again, as if the ship that has been drifting on the sea for a long time has finally seen a reassuring sight in the thick fog at night. The lighthouse found the route back to the port in the light emitted by the lighthouse.

Shenwei's heart was very peaceful. At this moment, he was extremely peaceful. Even though the sandstorm was raging at this time, he was not afraid at all.

When he was a child, no matter what grievances he suffered, he would no longer be afraid as long as he saw his mother, because he felt that his mother loved him, and he felt safe with love.

Now, in front of this person, he felt that feeling again, the dependence of body and mind.

Love is in this person, and wherever this person is, his sense of security is there.

Kamui stared at the sleeping person intently. Madara's forehead hair hung down a little as always. These hanging hair covered half of Madara's face, even when he was sleeping.

The frown for some reason made this handsome face look a bit serious. Shenwei pursed his lips, thinking that he was really strange.

"What troubles can happen in your sleep, huh?" An almost inaudible voice came out of his mouth unconsciously.

In the past, if Kamui slept late, he liked to stare at this face before going to bed. While looking at it, he would push the hair to one side with his hands, or put it behind his ears to hide Madara's handsome face. Kong was completely exposed.

Now, unknowingly, he also did the same. With slightly cold fingertips, he gently fiddled with the forehead hair that covered half of his face. He fiddled with the hard but not soft forehead hair to one side and tucked it into his ears. Behind him, an unobstructed face was completely exposed to Shenwei.

"I knew you were still alive, haha," Shenwei laughed self-deprecatingly, "Of course you will be alive. This is something I could have known. That's great. Just as I knew, I won the bet."

He looked at Madara's chest exposed outside the quilt. The white undershirt tightly wrapped the body. He could not see the hideous wounds under the clothes.

Pressing his palms on it, Kamui had the illusion that as long as he applied a little more force, he could feel the scars on his chest under the clothes through this layer of fabric. They were the scars left after the wounds he took out with his own hands healed.

There are two similar scars on his chest, one was taken out by Hinata Asuka many years ago, and the other was stabbed by the sleeping man with a kunai a few months ago.

Of course, Kamui didn't dare to press his palms tightly. He didn't even have much time to stay here. After all, he was Uchiha Madara. If he stayed too long, he was afraid that the other party would feel something strange even if he fell asleep.

Kamui has not yet decided what kind of mentality he should use to meet and talk to the other party. It is one thing to peek at the other party while they are asleep, but it is another thing to talk face to face while they are awake.

At this time, the inherent inferiority and sensitivity in my bones come out again.

It's not easy for someone to like him sincerely. He doesn't want this beauty to be broken quickly. Even though he has expected that this beauty may change long ago, Shenwei still naively pretends that it doesn't happen and wants to let this moment pass. Some coming.

People who lack love have deep self-esteem. Their parents did not give them enough love when they were young. As a result, when they grow up, they are full of uncertainty when looking for and getting love. They also have persistence and awkwardness that are difficult for others to understand.

However, what Kamui didn't expect was that as he silently retracted his palm and shifted his gaze from Madara's chest to his face, a pair of bright eyes met his.

Kamui froze when he saw those lavender eyes staring at him silently.

All the blood in his body instantly returned to his heart, and his limbs instantly became cold.

Uchiha Madara, when did he wake up?

Kamui looked at Madara in panic, as helpless as a thief stuck at the scene of a crime.

His slender fingers curled up and held tightly. He wanted to stand up reflexively, but just when he straightened up and used his legs to stand up from the ground, his wrist was grabbed by the other party.

A warm hand stretched out from the quilt and grasped Shenwei's wrist, which was a little thin for a man. There were layers of bandages between the palm and the wrist, and these bandages were all hidden under the wide sleeves. Underneath the robe.

Heat that was obviously higher than Kamui's was continuously transmitted from Madara's palm, warming Kamui's slightly cold wrist little by little.

His heart was in his throat at this moment, and Shenwei felt that as long as he opened his mouth, it would jump out without any hindrance.

The frequency of his heartbeat was completely out of whack. At this moment, Kamui realized what it meant to be in a state of chaos that only exists in pretentious youth pain novels.

The pounding heartbeat sounded like drumbeats in his ears, and he was too scared to look back because he was not mentally prepared to face him face to face and look at each other in a sober state.

In fact, before that, he just wanted to see Madara quietly and then leave. He didn't want the other party to see him.

Kamui panicked for a moment. He didn't even find a good reason for such a hasty meeting.

His wrist was being grabbed all the time, and just when Kamui thought that the other party would ridicule him and think about how to deal with him, he heard an extremely ridiculous sentence from Madara's mouth.

"Who...are you?" he heard Madara ask.