[Naruto·Itachi BG] Reverse Black and White II

The door slid open smoothly along the track, and Weasel slowly walked out of the dark room, separated from the mist by the mist, as if he were walking through the fairy mist from the clouds, his clothes were in the wind, free and elegant, yet cold and distant. Even holding the lovely food blue in his hand is as graceful as holding an imperial scroll.

Itachi also saw Feng Lan at the same time.

She was sitting in the hot spring pool made of petals, with her jade arms folded, half leaning on the edge of the pool made of artificial pebbles, looking up at herself longingly with eyes as clear as glass. This posture allowed the lower half of her body to be lifted out of the water. Her thick wavy long hair spread out on her flawless white back, covering most of her exposed skin, and extended into the water to spread out like flowers. , like the swaying branches of a lily pad, blooming gently in the water.

The lights in the courtyard were darker than inside the house, and only a stone lantern was lit on the other side of the hot spring pool. It reflected a shaky light spot on the water, following her figure from far to near. With the lights gathering and roses surrounding her, she was like a little mermaid swimming from the deep sea to the shore looking for the light of the lighthouse. She hid behind the rocks and looked curiously at the distant fireworks of the world with pure eyes untainted by dirt.

The chaotic light and shadow of light and dark render Feng Lan's already three-dimensional outline more profound than that of ordinary people. The girl's youthful playfulness has faded a lot in an instant, but her mature style and charm have accumulated gradually and become more obvious.

Itachi's gaze hurriedly swept over and landed on the rocks and pines beside the pond.

However, with just one glance, he could no longer get her out of his mind.

Feng Lan's gaze fell right on his heart, hot, blazing and impatient, making Itachi's heart tighten slightly. But then, he discovered that the focus of Feng Lan's eyes was the food basket in his hand.

Itachi: "..."

He breathed a sigh of relief, but felt a little lonely for no reason.

"Nissan, Nissan, just put the basket by the pool." She moved to one side and gave way a little bit, her passionate and lively tone full of uncontrollable desire for delicious food, "Let's It floats along the water!"

Itachi did as he was told.

The bamboo love floating basket painted dark brown floats with the water. The basket is paved with light pink and champagne rose petals and is filled with various desserts and savory snacks, such as mousse, fruit tarts, and cranberry cookies. , fresh milk mille-feuille and scones, smoked salmon croissant, and open sandwiches with foie gras and caviar are piled up in a corner. At a glance, you can see that there is a dazzling array of delicacies in color and taste, which makes your index finger move with pleasure.

Feng Lan was very wise and used the buoyancy to pull the basket closer to her. She raised her hand to lift the blue porcelain pot with gold and rose colors, and poured some tea into the small conch-shaped round bowl in the basket. The round bowl was filled with dry ice, and as soon as it was poured with boiling hot tea, white smoke billowed out, and the flying clouds and mist made it look like a fairyland.

Feng Lan's hibiscus face is shrouded in the mist, and has a beauty that is as ethereal as a fairy in the world, untainted by earthly desires. Perhaps because he was attracted by the delicious food, Feng Lan unintentionally exposed his body slightly out of the water, and his jade lotus root-like whiteness was so bright that it was dazzling. Fortunately, her long hair was loose, with a few dense strands hanging behind her ears and down the side of her neck, covering her chest and back, like a mermaid's exaggerated dress with a strong sense of design, woven from seaweed and water plants.

Itachi glanced at her briefly and saw that the upper half of her hair exposed to the water was half dry. It had obviously been put down to cover her body. But in fact, it was just the opposite. Half of the wet black hair stuck to her body, perfectly outlining the girl's exquisite curves; her fair skin was looming between the hair, just like the desire he tried to hide but wanted to hide. The other half of her hair spread out and stretched freely in the water, like the wide and fluttering ruffles of the ceremony, making her figure more slender, and as charming and enchanting as a siren.

Itachi lowered his eyes, his eyes wavering slightly. He really didn't know whether to be grateful that she had the basic awareness to avoid suspicion, or to feel helpless that she didn't know anything about the difference between men and women.

Feng Lan didn't realize it. She picked up a piece of lychee custard made into a thousand-petal rose shape and threw it into her mouth. She took another sip of tea and sighed: "This is the life a little fairy should live! "When she raised her head, water vapor mixed with fine sweat slid down her collarbone and slowly disappeared into the deep ravine. The water in the pool was stirred up by her movements, causing the rose petals to float around her. After the water receded, the petals remained on her skin and could not be removed. The bright red color was like scattered hickeys. The ground is imprinted on the snow skin.

Itachi's eyes subconsciously averted, and his Adam's apple rolled imperceptibly.

Very inappropriately, he recalled the position where Feng Lan's body was stuck in a crack in the wall when trying to uncover the nine seals of "Li" in the haunted house. It seemed a bit ridiculous at the time, but now I realize it after a casual glance. No wonder.

Itachi turned away, stood up as if nothing had happened, and walked towards the house.

"Eh? Brother, are you leaving now?" Feng Lan saw Weasel coming and going in a hurry and was a little confused, so she asked, "This is an afternoon tea set for two people. Why don't you come over and have some together?"

"...No." Itachi had already reached the sliding door at this time. He turned his back and refused simply. Then he seemed to think of something again, raised his chin slightly, tilted his head and told Feng Lan, "Don't take too much time." It's been a long time and I'm worried about dizziness. Come out after eating snacks and get some rest early." After saying that, he opened the door and walked into the house without thinking.

Feng Lan tilted her head and looked at the closed sliding door, suddenly feeling a little inexplicable: Why was her dear Nissan so cold to her all of a sudden?

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It was a cold night, and Itachi stood alone in the bathroom, letting the slightly cold water pour down from the showerhead.

However, the deliberately lowered water temperature could not wash away the boredom in his heart. He had obviously tried very hard to ignore the fact that Feng Lan had just shared the same bathroom with him, but the humidity that had not dissipated in the bathroom and the hot air filled with the scent of orange blossoms both made the scenes he wanted to forget more and more profound. The ground was engraved in his mind.

The girl in the pond has bright eyes and good gaze, white arms and shoulders, and a beautiful face. The roses in the pond are overshadowed by her light. She leaned on his shoulder with a slight smile, her plump red lips lightly parted, Rulan exhaled and brushed his earlobe, whispering into her heart: "Brother..." Her jade arms wrapped around his waist, softly pressing against him the back...

……

Itachi knew that he shouldn't continue to imagine, that he shouldn't have such thoughts about her...

But he couldn't stop his thoughts.

Dangerous, sinful, decadent and unspeakable...

He clenched the dirty thought in disgust, exerting self-destructive force when it expanded to its limit.

He was lucky that the bathroom and the room were completely separated by wooden doors, and Feng Lan had already gone to sleep. He didn't have to worry that she would see this ugly scene. As long as he was careful enough, Feng Lan wouldn't notice anything through the sound of water.

He gritted his teeth and suppressed the groan at the bottom of his throat. Then, suppress, gushing, and calm down...

The gurgling water quietly washed away all the dirt and grime.

The fatigue after the impulse was like a quagmire swallowing up his body and mind. Itachi raised his head and gasped silently, leaning against the wall as if he was helpless. A few strands of wet hair stuck to his forehead and cheeks, dripping down the sticky mixture mixed with sweat. Greasy water droplets dripped down the skin of his body.

Don't blame her, don't blame her...

He was silent.

All the sins that come to mind come from him. She was just too beautiful and wonderful, which made him greedy and lustful, and wanted to possess her completely...

Stepping onto the tatami floor again, the slightly rough touch woke him up from this sleepwalking state. The night wind blew into the house from the window, unable to blow his untied wet hair.

Itachi calmed down, took a towel, wrung out his hair violently, tied it with a hair tie, and arranged his clothes. In the blink of an eye, he became the meticulous Uchiha Itachi again.

The room was quiet except for the floor lamp in the corner, which was shining alone, shining a dim light. The peripheral light reflected the slightly arched arc on the bed, which was exactly the beautiful curve of the girl when she was lying down. It was like the rolling hills shrouded in the moonlight, quiet and peaceful.

It was so quiet in the bedroom that you could hear a pin drop, and Itachi estimated that Feng Lan was already fast asleep.

His sister had been pampered since she was a child and had never suffered any hardship; even in the years when he left Konoha, she generally lived a comfortable life. And during this period, from the turmoil in the Hyuga family, the raid at the root, to the betrayal of the village and running away, the lurking around Orochimaru for many days, and now the step by step in "Akatsuki". All in all, Feng Lan probably hasn't slept in such a peaceful and relaxing sleep for a long time, right?

With gentle sadness and pity in his heart, he stepped lightly again, quietly approached the bed, and slowly sat down next to the edge of the bed. The soft mattress sank slowly, like a squashed marshmallow, as light as clouds and as if it were nothing. The collapse suddenly stopped when it approached Feng Lan's outstretched fingertips, obviously not wanting to disturb her clear dream. Itachi leaned forward slightly and stared at her peaceful sleeping face.

Feng Lan was lying on her side, sleeping deeply, breathing deeply and steadily, and snoring lightly. The quilt was pushed up to her waist, and the wide sleeves of her yukata were pulled high, leaving only her white jade-like arms exposed.

Itachi's eyes gradually softened, and a smile couldn't help but spread across his lips.

Her sleeping appearance has never been good. It is common for her to lie around, dance, and turn her head upside down. Sometimes she can even be found on the floor and under the bed. It happened that such a loud movement could not wake her up. Even if she rolled to the ground, Feng Lan could still sleep until dawn. Her mother said that Feng Lan was open-minded and carefree, and could sleep so unshakably because she had nothing to worry about. Such a willful and willful Feng Lan only sleeps a little more honestly when she occasionally acts coquettishly and sleeps next to him.

Itachi's smile faded slightly.

He reached out to brush away her messy hair that was scattered on her cheeks, and tucked Feng Lan into bed. When he turned around, the smile on his face was gone.

He was no longer a child, and the position beside her no longer belonged to him.

He got up, preparing to find the spare bedding in the hotel and make do with it on the floor for the night.

A slight tugging sensation on his sleeves stopped him from standing up. He turned his head subconsciously, and his eyes met a pair of starry eyes without warning.

Itachi's heart suddenly became confused.