Naruto: Falling from the sky into Hashirama's arms

Finally, Lin Sang nodded with difficulty.

Senju Hashirama looked at Lin Sang and nodded, then started to take action.

Lin Sang managed to hold on for the first time. His neatly combed hair was already soaked with sweat, and was now curled up and stuck to his white, delicate and smooth face. A layer of mist had already filled his eyes, and it looked foggy. His slender arms, which looked like white jade, were about to fall on the neck of Senju Hashirama...

The lips that had been sucked so hard that they were swollen and eroded were now panting heavily because of Senju Hashirama. Lin Sang had tears in his eyes, and his white teeth were faintly visible in the redness as he spoke. He sobbed and trembled: "Wu... Hashirama..."

He couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

Senju Hashirama looked at Lin Sang below, feeling happy and apologetic: "...I'm sorry."

He had done the preliminary work very gently and meticulously, and as a ninja, how could he not understand the limits of his body...

How could he stop? He could still call his own name.

Besides, if someone could stop at this moment...

Senju Hashirama thought, then he was probably not really a man.

This was the person that I had previously extremely patiently suppressed my instinct to possess. How could I possibly control myself?

and--

Looking at Lin Sang's current appearance, Senju Hashirama couldn't help but want to kiss her, so he moved closer again: "Lin Sang...you look...lucky..."

At this moment, Lin Sang's arms could no longer support him and slipped down from Senju Hashirama's neck. He had no strength to resist. Following Senju Hashirama, he didn't even have the strength to speak.

His eyes were dazed and he struggled to raise one arm to cover his eyes. His rosy and swollen lips were slightly open, and he could only make sounds that pleased the people above him. His hair was scattered on the pillow, wet, and he looked incredibly charming.

Senju Hashirama: ...

Oops, he is not a man with good self-control now.

......

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On the day after the wedding, the sun had already appeared in the sky, spreading its light wantonly on the earth. The earth seemed to be covered by a layer of golden gauze. The sunlight also sprinkled spots of light through the gaps between the leaves, and the floating light and shadow were very beautiful.

In the dimly lit room, there was a person lying on the soft couch. It was Lin Sang. At this moment, half of Lin Sang's face was buried in the quilt, and her cheeks were flushed with sleep. Maybe she cried too long last night, her eyes were still slightly red and swollen, and even the tip of her nose was pink, making her look inexplicably lively.

After a while, the other person's long and thick eyelashes trembled, and finally opened his eyes.

Lin Sang had just woken up and his brain was still not working. He lay in the warm bed for a while before he began to react to what had happened.

As soon as he woke up, the scene of last night emerged in his mind uncontrollably. Lin Sang's face turned red, and then he felt a little sad and slightly scared.

He always felt that Hashirama on the bed... was like a different person.

Normally, Hashirama would obey me in everything I say, but when they were on the couch... even though he obeyed me verbally and even gave me encouragement again and again when I was about to collapse... Senju Hashirama never stopped his actions.

Thinking about these things in his mind, Lin Sang also propped himself up and tried to get up. God knows he was relieved when he woke up and found that Hashirama Senju was not by his side.

After what happened yesterday, Lin Sang doesn’t know how to face the other party for the time being.

At first, Lin Sang thought that he would feel very unwell, like in the novels he had read before, with sore waist and weak legs and unable to get out of bed, but Lin Sang soon found that this was not the case.

His body felt very comfortable and dry, even healthier than before. If Lin Sang had to say where he felt uncomfortable, it would be his spirit. Also, when he was walking, he seemed to still have the same foreign body sensation as before.

Lin Sang paused for a moment because of this feeling. After thinking about it carefully, he realized that these feelings were actually mental, and his body was very comfortable... This feeling——

It was like my body had been healed, but my spirit was still as tired and weak as it was last night.

Thinking of this, Lin Sang was basically certain that it was Hashirama Senju who treated him afterwards. Although his physical discomfort was cured, Lin Sang was still uncomfortable due to mental exhaustion. Lin Sang now felt as if his body had been hollowed out, although it was a mental feeling.

With slow steps, Lin Sang finally came to the bathroom. As soon as he stepped into the bathroom, Lin Sang turned on the faucet and rubbed his face directly without raising his head. Then he raised his head and began to look for toothpaste and toothbrush to prepare to brush his teeth.

However, I was shocked by what I saw in the mirror.

Logically speaking, he woke up so early yesterday and was so tired at night, so his complexion couldn't be so good. When Lin Sang woke up, he thought that his eyes must be full of red bloodshot and had big dark circles under them...

However, at this moment, when Lin Sang stared at the face in the mirror in front of him, he couldn't help but widen his eyes - is this really me?

The person in the mirror had a rosy face like a blooming peach blossom, the corners of her eyes and eye sockets were slightly red, like newly blooming cherry blossoms, and her lips were bright and attractive, like ripe cherries.

Looking at her eyes and brows, she exudes a full sense of spring.

Lin Sang: “…”

Lin Sang was shocked: "!!!"

Wow, this is me?!

Lin Sang almost burst into tears from the corners of his eyes. He looked so beautiful and charming now, as if he had just been moisturized. How could he face people later?

Frightened, Lin Sang started rubbing his face with cold water again, rubbing it back and forth several times, as if he wanted to wash away his current appearance.

Unexpectedly, this action made Lin Sang look more fragile, like a delicate beauty who was about to break.

Lin Sang: “…”

Lin Sang was angry!

Could it be that this Senju Hashirama is some kind of panacea, or the kind that is only seen once in a century?

What is he?

Taking Yang to Replenish Yang? !