(Naruto) Married life with Uchiha Sasuke-sama

Late at night, on a snowy day, outside the Uchiha mansion.

I rubbed my hands, which were red from the cold, and exhaled a breath of hot breath that at least made my right hand warm enough to move. I suppressed the tension in my heart and knocked on the door of Lord Uchiha Sasuke's house.

"Excuse me, good evening." I stuttered, and the hot air in my mouth instantly turned into white mist when it came into contact with the cold air.

That adult should be at home, right?

Do you think it's strange that someone would come over so late?

Not long after, I noticed through the glass that the heating lamp in the room turned on, and the wall lamp above my head also turned on.

Listening to the footsteps coming from far away, I clutched the collar of my cloak. This cloak was worn all the way from my hometown. It was a bit thin, but fortunately I was used to it.

Before he could react, the door opened.

Sasuke-sama's hand was on the door frame, very close to me, and he just asked me calmly: "Who are you?"

I lowered my head and could only see Sasuke-sama's broad and thick chest. He was wearing a navy blue coat and only a thin singlet underneath, but the look made me feel extremely warm.

I lifted my hat to protect myself from the snow and introduced myself: "First time meeting you, Sasuke-sama. My name is Kasuga Mai. Please give me your advice."

"So, what's the matter?" Although Lord Sasuke was not interested in me at all, I still said these words with great sincerity: "I came to visit to marry you."

Sasuke-sama's face was startled, and his overly calm face became a little looser. His pure black eyes reflected my frighteningly red face that was blown by the cold wind, as well as my silly smile. I have practiced it for a long time. , but I can’t smile like that charming smile that belongs to a beautiful woman.

Isolating the wind and snow, my entire stiff body gradually regained consciousness.

"Sasuke-sama..." Does this mean permission? I don't know yet.

Master Sasuke walked in front, his steps were long and fast, and an indifferent voice came from the front: "How far have you walked?"

I felt a little guilty: "I don't know either. I set out at dawn, but I still arrived very late..."

Hearing this, Master Sasuke was stunned. He turned his head and said, "You... come in quickly. There is a stove inside."

Sure enough, as the clan leader said, this Uchiha-sama is actually a very gentle person at heart.

As I warmed myself to the newly lit stove, my body seemed to come to life again, and I sighed comfortably.

When I saw Lord Sasuke's dark eyes, I was so excited that I almost forgot the most important thing!

Sitting on the tatami, I carefully attached the engagement paper.

It's a little wrinkled because I've always kept it in my sleeve, and I'm afraid it will disappear if I put it somewhere else.

Therefore, even though Sasuke-sama picked it up and took a closer look, I was still very anxious.

With a very sincere attitude: "When it comes to this marriage contract, I have to mention Sasuke-sama's parents. I feel very sorry for letting you touch those painful memories. When Sasuke-sama's parents were alive, he was with the patriarch of my hometown. I don’t know the conversation between the adults yet, but the written evidence above is all true.”

"unnecessary."

"But... Sasuke-sama also needs someone to take care of you. Your hands... it's very inconvenient to live with!"

Without allowing me to say a few more words, Sasuke-sama took me to an empty room, opened the door, and said without hesitation: "You will stay here tonight, and you can go back by yourself tomorrow."

I huddled up weakly in the quilt, with a grimace on my face. I no longer have a home...

But I don't want to give up just yet, at least I can still prove myself before Sasuke-sama gets up tomorrow.

Prove that you have a meaningful existence.

Whether it's cleaning or cooking.

These are my specialties.

I recall the careful teachings given to us by the patriarch’s wife, practicing sewing, cooking, reading aloud, letter writing, washing and ironing, cleaning, and those calloused hands gently stroking my head.

It's a pity that these days can never come back.