The leaves are fluttering

——Night theater or something...I am also very shy as an author!

At night, in Hashirama and Mito's new house.

After taking a bath, Mito was sitting in front of the mirror and wiping her wet long hair with a wide white towel. Her hair was so long that it was difficult to dry it.In the past, she would wipe the roots and upper part of her hair first, and then dry the rest with Chakra, but today it was a little different—her hand was held from behind.Mito turned around in surprise and saw Hashirama standing behind her after having bathed.

"Let me help you!" Gently pulling the towel out of Mito's hand, Hashirama skillfully wiped Mito's hair.

After Mito's hair was dried, she took the towel from Hashirama and placed it on the side table, then gave up the position to Hashirama, knelt down at Hashirama's original position and picked up another clean towel The towel wiped his hair for him, everything was so natural.

During this process, neither of them spoke, and there was a faint warmth brewing in the tranquility, as if the two of them had done this thousands of times, until——

"Mito..." Hashirama suddenly said, his voice was muffled, as if he was suppressing something, he wanted to say but dared not.

"What's wrong?" Mito was wiping Hashirama's hair seriously, and inserted her left hand into Hashirama's long black hair. The long hair that had been moistened by water was dark and deep, and it glowed warm under the candlelight. of gloss.Mito's hand reached the tip of his hair unimpeded, so many girls would envy her smooth black hair.

"...that... I... I..." Mito, who knelt behind Hashirama and concentrated on brushing his hair, didn't see that his face was already flushed, even though his skin was darker, it was obvious.

Hashirama felt that his face must be terribly hot, and Mito's hand brushed the back of his neck intentionally or unintentionally following the movement of wiping his head, which caused waves in his heart.Hashirama took a deep breath, and took another deep breath, as if making up his mind, he reached into his collar and pressed a book hidden there, and then said quickly: "Mito, I can hug you You?"

……can I hug you?

...can I hug you?

... hug you?

……?

Mito's whole body froze, the towel in her hand fell due to losing the restraint, but——soon Mito realized that she wanted to catch the towel in a panic, but unfortunately... She was unable to do so, because her hand was grabbed by someone - Hashirama, who had turned sideways.

As if touching a certain switch, from the touching hands to the face, Mito's whole body seemed to be on fire, and her pink face, which was steamed by steam, became even redder. The range expanded from the face to the whole face, like a ripe tomato, making people want to take a bite.

Someone did this soon, and with the handshake, Hashirama pulled Mito, who was standing there in a daze, into his arms.Originally, Hashirama wanted to follow the desire in his heart and directly kiss the red lips that Xiao had wanted for a long time, but he didn't know whether it was because of nervousness or other reasons, he just pulled Mito into his arms and hugged him, and then didn't move.

One of Mito's hands was caught, and the other hand was placed on Hashirama's shoulder, and her head was pressed into his arms by Hashirama. Through the thin fabric, she could clearly feel Hashirama. Body scalding heat.

The whole body is shrouded in the unique masculine atmosphere of Hashirama, which is strange and reassuring. Mito feels that this cannot go on anymore, and she must do something to break this stalemate... Yes, stalemate, relying on this In the ambiguous posture, Mito could feel the stiffness of Hashirama's body, obviously he was not as comfortable as he appeared on the surface.

Yes, something must be done to break this awkward atmosphere, otherwise...

Thinking of this, Mito said "be calm" in his heart, then restrained his inner shyness, and put his left hand on Hashirama's shoulder around his back along the line of Hashirama's shoulder bone, trying to circle him neck, but—

"Crack——" It seemed that there was a sound of broken bones, and Mito heard a pained moan from the top of her head, and then she felt her right hand was freed from the restraint.

At this time, Mito couldn't care about anything else, and realized what she had done, she quickly withdrew from Hashirama's arms and held onto Hashirama's uninjured left shoulder, asking anxiously: "Hashirama, don't you Move, let me help you take a look!"

Mito carefully pulled off the collar on the right side of Hashirama, where a red hand-shaped imprint on the darker-skinned shoulder was shocking.Mito checked the injury for Hashirama with distress. After confirming that the shoulder bone was only dislocated and not broken, she was relieved, then helped Hashirama restore the misplaced bone, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry..."

"Haha, it's okay!" Hashirama reassured Mito, and he held Mito's arm with his normal hand, "Mito, you don't have to blame yourself, this kind of minor injury is nothing to me."

Under Hashirama's tolerant gaze, Mito's heart gradually calmed down.After everything was tidied up, the two just sat there and chatted. It was hard to imagine what kind of ambiguous scene it was before this.

"By the way..." After calming down, Mito's brain resumed functioning again, and she discovered a strange place.Adhering to the principle of unraveling doubts, Mito stepped forward.

"Wait...wait a minute, Mito!" Unexpectedly, Mito would approach suddenly, Hashirama was so nervous that he could not speak coherently, he leaned back trying to avoid Mito's hand, but he failed, so logically, The notebook he hid in his clothes was taken away by Mito.

"Sure enough..." Mito felt something awkward when he was pressed into his arms by Hashirama.At that time, her brain froze due to embarrassment, and she went on a temporary strike without thinking much about it. Now she naturally wants to investigate.

"This is..." Mito opened that ordinary-looking book, and what caught his eye was a line of familiar handwriting "New Wedding Gift", curiously turned another page, and then... Mito's whole body was petrified .The next second, the petrification effect was lifted, Mito quickly closed the book and lowered her head, the blush quickly spread from her face to the roots of her ears, she felt that her whole body was going to be burned.

"Uh... that was given by... elder brother..." Hashirama, who witnessed the series of changes in Mito's expression, turned his head in embarrassment, not daring to look at Mito, he hesitated and explained.

"Hmm..." Mito's voice was as soft as a mosquito's moan, of course she knew who the eldest brother Hashirama was talking about, who else could there be besides her brother Aoye?

Mito sat there on her knees, her hands clenched together revealing the tension and contradictions in her heart.It was early spring, and she was only wearing a white underwear, but Mito felt a little hot.

Sure enough, I shouldn't have opened it... that kind of thing... that kind of shameful thing... Even just looking at it makes me feel... wait a minute? !Something flashed through Mito's mind like lightning.She and Hashirama...are they already husband and wife? !So... so this kind of thing is logical, right? !Even...even if it's hard to say, but...

"Hey, Hashirama..." Mito plucked up his courage and called out to Hashirama.

"Ah?" Hashirama replied absent-mindedly, his eyes flicked around, the roof, the low table, the hanging paintings... He just didn't dare to look at Mito.

"We... are already husband and wife..." Mito's eyes fell on the corner of the tatami, and she tried to make her voice calm and casual.

"Well... I know." Hashirama's eyes still did not dare to fall on Mito, and his answer was blurted out without thinking.

"...so... so that kind of thing is okay." Finally throwing out the last hint, Mito looked up at Hashirama as if desperate, but unfortunately...Hashirama failed to receive her signal ——The brainwaves of the two seem to be not on the same channel at all.

"What did you say, Mito?"

Hehe... Mito sneered twice from the bottom of her heart, and the remaining shyness in her heart was wiped away by Hashirama.

Sure enough, you shouldn't have too much hope for this guy's EQ. Sure enough, actions are more effective than suggestive words... Yes, Mito, let's explain everything directly with actions!

Thinking of this, Mito stood up vigorously, then knelt down in front of Hashirama vigorously, and then stretched out his hand to caress the side of Hashirama's face.She stared at Hashirama's stunned face for a long time, and finally closed her eyes and leaned over to kiss her...

The two lips touched, and it seemed that an electric current hit and spread all over the body...

Stupid, Hashirama is really completely stupid, but... this kind of kiss is only on the surface, or it is already the limit for Mito.

If he didn't understand what was going on by this time, Hashirama could be abandoned by Mito, and no one would care about him wherever he went to cry.

His left hand wrapped around Mito's waist, bringing her closer to him without leaving any gaps; his right hand supported the back of Mito's head, and inserted his slender fingers into the red hair, deepening the kiss at the same time, Hashirama rolled over and pressed Mito on the On the tatami, in an instant, the red hair spread all over the floor.

Restless factors are jumping in the air. It is clearly the night of early spring, but there is no trace of coldness in this room, only the rising temperature.At this moment, moonlight shone in through the window paper and cast on the overlapping two people, hazy and charming.

……

Tears overflowing from the pain blurred his vision, and Mito raised his hand to caress the familiar resolute face in front of him.

It doesn't matter if you just sink like this... If it's this person...

At the last moment when his reason was overwhelmed by sex, Mito's voice was as soft as a dream.

"...I love you, Hashirama."

"...I love you too, Mito."

The author has something to say: When I was writing night theater, my heart was actually like this—fuck, trough, trough, trough, trough! ! !

About the restricted-rated part... Well, I believe that everyone is a pure child [picking nose]

And—if you think the last part is hypocritical... As the hero and heroine, how can there be no confession of love? !

ps: I swear by the light above my head, every time Chu Daimu fails to take the initiative, I didn't mean it!

Again ps: Madara and Ming Yin's night theater is estimated to be youthful mixed with eroticism, and eroticism is mixed with youthfulness.What?You ask why it is youthful and pornographic?Needless to say, Mr. Ban just looks yellow and violent, but he is actually a green place... [Boom—the author was shot in the head. . .

Finally, special note:

Starting from the next chapter, we will mainly solve the problem of Heijue, and will focus on describing Uchiha. When Heijue byebye, we will form an alliance and build a village... Oh!correct!There are also cute little buns~