Ordinary People's Guide to Survival

The moment the lips and teeth met, the joy welling up from the depths of the soul spread all over the body, Madara supported Hoshimi's chin, and the kiss deepened involuntarily.

This man showed a gentleness that was completely incompatible with his domineering and unruly personality. He carefully polished his soft and light red lips, and observed the young man's frowning brows slowly unfolding. He no longer resisted his approach, so he picked up his lips. When the petals are sucked, it is like a child eating a favorite candy, willfully and domineeringly demanding that the other party can only belong to him.

Madara's eyes were slightly closed, and her handsome and mature face was a little more childish at this time, which was the softness that would be revealed unconsciously when facing a loved one.

The taste of seeing the stars was even better than he had imagined. He was addicted to it, and gradually forgot to be vigilant about his surroundings, until he was awakened by the sudden burst of breath outside the window and then quickly disappeared.

The abnormality disappeared in a short while, but Madara froze suddenly.

He was all too familiar with that breath.

The scarlet eyes became deeper and deeper, seeing Xing Jian's porcelain white cheeks dyed bright red, the clear and ignorant water eyes were full of desire because of him, Madara changed her gentleness and carelessness, like a ferocious beast out of the cage Usually, forcefully pry open the soft lips, drive straight in, conquer the city all the way, completely turn the lips and tongue of the young man into his own territory, and no one can watch him.

The blushing sound of water stains sounded in the room, the unswallowed silver thread slid down the corner of the mouth, and before it dripped down the chin, it was sucked into the mouth by the domineering young man, and then he covered the mouth again with the sweet juice flowing. red lips.

"Hmm... let go..." Hoshimi was so breathless from being kissed, he clenched his fist and hit the young man who imprisoned him again and again, hoping that the other party would show mercy and let him go, but that kind of strength is not for Madara. Not even a tickle.

Grabbing the soft and white fingertips and kissing them, Madara then moved closer to Xingjian's ear, panting heavily and softly coaxing: "Hey, hold on for a while..."

The low-pitched voice carries the unique magnetic allure of mature men, piercing the eardrums and touching the sleeping desire deep in the heart. The godhead that has been suppressed for a long time lights up for a moment, and Xing Jian's eyes become foggy, gradually dancing to the man's rhythm.

He glanced out of the window indiscriminately, and then put his heart and soul into this unusually beautiful kiss.

The behavior of declaring sovereignty by herself is naive and despicable, but Madara just can't tolerate the slightest prying heart of others.

Even if that person is Hashirama.

He knew Hashirama as well as Hashirama knew him.Compared with his sharp and domineering way of doing things in his own way, Hashirama seems gentle and honest but rational and sober. Once Hashirama recognizes his relationship with Hoshimi, he will definitely suppress his feelings in the bottom of his heart and not confide in others .

He just wanted to let Zhujian see it, and he wanted to take this opportunity to break Zhujian's thoughts.

Uchiha Madara has always done things aboveboard, he doesn't bother to explain anything to others, and he doesn't bother to cover up. Since Hoshimi has accepted his intentions, he has no intention of hiding in front of others.

In the following days, he and Xingjian would not deliberately avoid Hashirama, Hashirama only appeared strange at the beginning, but later no matter what he saw, he would look normal, which made Madara heave a sigh of relief.

The weather was getting colder and colder. Once when Madara returned home from a mission, he was flushing his body with well water. When a gust of cold wind blew by, he suddenly realized that it was going to be winter. run outside.

As expected, Xing Jian still hasn't slept, and finally couldn't help being wronged when he saw him coming, "I'm cold, I miss a warm room."

In fact, there are two stoves in this room, so it is not very cold, at least Madara can clearly feel the temperature difference between the inside and outside of the house.

Stretching out his hand to touch the quilt, the tentacles were cold, he frowned, and suddenly began to take off his clothes.

Xingjian was wrapped in a quilt and looked at him eagerly, "What are you doing?"

"I'll sleep with you in my arms, so it's warmer."

Said that Madara had already thrown away the cold clothes, lifted the quilt and got in, he hugged the boy and leaned against his arms, "Do you feel warmer now?"

This is the first time that Xing Jian has come into contact with another person's body temperature so closely, the warm breath wraps around him, and his cold hands and feet gradually warm up.

He was leaning in the man's arms, with a steady and powerful heartbeat in his ears, and the delicate and warm skin on the bottom of his hands. The vigorous vitality on Madara's body fascinated him more than the temperature.

Infected by the heat, Xingjian became sleepy, he couldn't help but rubbed against the other's strong chest, and muttered contentedly: "It's so comfortable, if I knew it was so comfortable to be hugged to sleep, I would..."

Spotted face turned black, "What are you?"

When he didn't get a response, he lowered his head, only to realize that the boy had fallen asleep heartlessly.

Madara tightened her arms, kissed Hoshimi's hair, and closed her eyes.

Early the next morning, Senshou Bashirama pushed the door open and entered, seeing the situation on the tatami and froze on the spot.

The two people in the room embraced each other and slept, their bodies were intertwined and even their hair was entangled together. It was impossible to tell who belonged to who.

Xingjian was huddled in Madara's arms, half of his face was deeply buried in the quilt, the shoulders exposed outside the quilt were round and fair, with a few strands of black hair attached to them, the strong visual impact of black and white contrast hurt people's Eye.

Standing at the door, Qianshou Zhujian felt that his whole body was very cold. After a while, he said in a hoarse voice: "You..." His throat rolled, but he couldn't continue speaking.

When the door was pushed open, Madara opened his eyes. His eyes were sharp without the dazed look of someone who just woke up. After confirming the identity of the visitor, his expression eased.

Madara hugged the soft ball in his arms tighter. He didn't want to explain anything, but seeing that Hashirama was not in the right place, he finally said: "The body of the star is cold, and I can't sleep because of the cold in autumn and winter. In this way He can sleep more comfortably."

Maybe it was the cold air coming in from the half-open door, Xing Jian shivered violently, and woke up, seeing Hashirama standing at the door, he pulled the quilt away and sat up, rubbing his eyes and saying hello, "Hashirama You are here, come in!"

The pajamas were loosely slung over the arms, most of the shoulders were exposed, and I didn’t notice it. The soft pink on the smooth and fair skin was faintly visible under the cover of the skirt, like a little red plum blossoming in spring, creating a sense of style in this cold morning .

Uchiha Madara's eyes darkened, and he pressed the person into the bed without any explanation.

Hoshimi was like a stupid tortoise whose shell was held down, pulling his arms in vain, "Madara, what are you doing, let me go!"

Not only did Madara not let go, but he also covered his head under the quilt, "Hey, wait until I light the stove before you get up."

After thinking about it, there is nothing to do, Xing Jian stopped tossing, "Okay then."

Shortly after this, Hashirama brought the tube containing his blood.

Madara knew that Zhujian was going to give up. Although she had expected it long ago, she couldn't help being moved at this time, "...Sorry, and thank you."

I'm sorry, I robbed the bride who belonged to you.

Thank you for voluntarily withdrawing from this contest.

Hashirama understood, and patted his friend on the shoulder with a hearty smile, "Treat him well."

"You don't need to say that." One second back to nature.

With the fresh blood in Hashirama, there is no need to worry about Hoshimi running out of medicine, so Madara took Hoshimi back to the clan.

Xing Jian said that he must learn to be a good lover, and he did not break his promise.How Madara treats him, he learns how to treat Madara, from daily life to family affairs training, as long as he can think of, no matter whether Madara speaks or not, Xingjian will care about it.

Madara had never experienced such warmth.

In front of his father, he is a smart and keen heir. In front of Quan Nai, he is a reliable and respectable elder brother. In front of his clan, he is a powerful patriarch. Even he himself thinks so.

But now someone is actually trying to give him a shoulder to lean on. Although the shoulder is very thin, it makes him feel very comfortable.

As long as you are poisoned by the poison called Xingjian, you can only sink in it. The more you get along with Xingjian, the more you want to get more from the boy.

Uchiha Madara simply moved the office to Hoshimi's yard.

Madara was lowering his head and writing vigorously on the scroll, when suddenly a gust of wind hit from behind, the instinct engraved in his body unconsciously wanted to fight back, but he restrained the impulse, and the next moment his broad back felt soft.

Xing Jian hugged the young man's neck, pursed his lips, and said in a soft and waxy voice, "Blade!"

Madara tilted her head skillfully and pecked lightly on the light-colored lips before continuing with her business.

Xing Jian was dissatisfied, she frowned and acted like a baby, "You are too perfunctory, you didn't kiss me all day today!"

This sticky man!

Uchiha Madara leaned on his forehead and sighed secretly. Seeing that the matter was almost handled, he stretched out his long arms and pulled the boy into his arms. His foreheads were pressed together, his nose intertwined. Breathe into the other person's ear: "Bad guy, didn't you start it first, why can't you bear it?"

After finishing speaking, he sucked the white jade earlobe in his mouth and turned the young man's small grievance into a low moan.

Uchiha Madara didn't expect that Hoshimi's way of expressing his love would be so warm and straightforward. Seeing the young man's cold and noble eyebrows stretched for him, and being tainted with joy and delicateness because of him, Madara couldn't help being happy.

Xingjian said that he didn't understand love, but Madara knew that Xingjian loved him, and he could feel it.

The two of them didn't avoid others when they got along, and soon everyone who should know about the two of them knew about them, and as expected, the clan elder came over again.

Uchiha is different from Senshou. The power of Uchiha Sharingan comes from blood. The higher the concentration of blood, the stronger the talent of awakening Sharingan. Madara is the most powerful person in Uchiha's historical records. The clan elders still count on He could pass on this talent, how could he just watch him fall in love with a man.

Listening to these people standing on the moral high ground and accusing him of not thinking about the continuation of the family, Madara completely lost his patience and sneered: "As the patriarch, don't I even have the right to decide on a partner?"

"I didn't stop you from marrying him. It's just for inheritance. You should leave your own blood."

"It's okay for you to fall in love, as long as you promise us that after Master Xingjian dies, you will marry a wife and have children, and we promise not to intervene in your affairs!"

"That's right, Madara, as the patriarch, you have to think about the whole family!"

Everyone was chattering, not knowing that those words offended the young Uchiha patriarch, a strong killing intent suddenly erupted, and the sense of oppression belonging to the strong made everyone silent.

"You don't need to meddle in my affairs, if you dare to meddle in my private affairs..." He squinted his eyes, and his scarlet sharing eyes were mercilessly aimed at his fellow clansmen, "Either shut up forever, or get out now!"

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