Senju Hashima is in a panic every day [Comprehensive]

That's right, the lady in front of her with her hair hanging down softly behind her head, wearing a white kimono with wide sleeves slipping off, revealing her snow-white slender forearms... ahem, it's Madaramoto.

Hashirama curiously licked the looming face under the mottled veil, and the thin red lips were particularly conspicuous, which reminded him of the scene before the two parted.

Madara was silent for a moment, and then suddenly slammed Hashirama back hard, "Let's clarify the matter first! Do you really want to make a marriage contract with Uzumaki Mito?"

Hashirama looked at his eyes sharpened in vain, and suddenly smiled softly, he moved towards Madara, but the latter did not refuse his approach, Hashirama whispered in his ear: "If I want to What will happen to you when you get married?"

At this moment, Hashirama clearly felt that the strength in Madara's hand was surprisingly strong, but soon Madara's hand let go, and he turned to look at him, his eyes were dark and dull, like the surface of dead water: "If that's the case, shouldn't I say bless you?"

Hashirama immediately regretted it, knowing that such words were not good, so he shouldn't make it funny, he hurriedly put Madara in his arms: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't joke about this, you know, I can't be with you She's married."

"Why?" Madara's eyes flashed, and he rested his head on Hashirama's shoulder.

Zhu Jian gave a soft laugh, but with the power to make people blush: "Who do I like, don't you know?"

Madara closed her eyes and raised the corners of her mouth slightly: "How would I know if you didn't tell me."

Hashirama simply leaned against the wall behind him, and Madara was leaning against him, the two of them pressed tightly together, feeling each other's body temperature, and couldn't help but feel lazy and unwilling to move, a feeling of just hugging forever .

Hashirama's fingers interspersed between Madara's black hair, and gently massaged him, Madara couldn't help but let out a refreshing muffled grunt, just like a cat whose chin was being scratched, making a purring sound from its throat, he couldn't help it. Kissing the corner of Madara's eyes: "The person I like is a very twisted and narcissistic guy."

Madara snorted again, but it was too comfortable to be massaged like this, so he didn't move for a while: "Nonsense, I won't be twisted."

This time, Zhu Jian couldn't help laughing out loud: "Sure enough, I am narcissistic, and I didn't say I like you."

Madara opened his eyes and raised his head to look at Hashirama, who immediately surrendered: "Okay, okay, stop making trouble."

But Madara didn't move her eyes away, Hashirama touched her nose, tried her best to hold back her shyness and whispered, "Of course I also... like you."

Only then did Madara lean back in satisfaction, and Hashirama played with Madara's long hair. He liked the soft and straight hair very much. When he first saw the black, long and straight Madara, Hashirama felt a sense of surprise. Even now the feeling has not dissipated.

"How did you get your hair like that?"

Madara's voice could not hear any emotion: "Like it?"

Bashirama hummed lightly.

Unexpectedly, Madara suddenly tore off her veil, and said very seriously: "There is something in Hashirama that I hope you can understand. I am a man, and I will not be as gentle as a woman, even the softest hair on my body. The texture is also very hard, which is very different from women's."

Madara spoke seriously, and Hashirama also became serious. Could it be his behavior that made Madara feel that he regarded the other party as a woman, "Why did you say that, you never thought about it that way."

"But you seem to like me like this..." Madara tilted his head slightly, with a little red on his face. Although he wanted to be more natural, he obviously failed. In front of his beloved, "You before I've never shown such intimacy, isn't it because my image at the moment is more like a woman?"

When they were together before, every time he took the initiative, Hashirama always accepted it passively. He originally thought that Hashirama was not enlightened, but now it seems that it was actually because of his gender?Hashirama is obviously more interested in him in women's clothing...

Hashirama understood what Madara meant, the teacher's question was out of line, could it be that telling Madara that it was because he regarded him as a friend before, thinking about it would cause bloodshed!

"It's not like that," Hashirama thought about his words, and replied solemnly, "Actually, it's because...we are still young now, if we often get tired of being together, we won't grow tall if we don't keep up with our nutrition."

Madara, who is always a little shorter than Hashirama: "..." I believe your evil.

Hashirama emphasized guiltily: "That's right, that's it, I don't want to become a dwarf!"

Madara looked carefully at Hashirama's expression, and felt that the other party didn't look like he was lying to him, so is it really like this?Then he should pay attention in the future, at least try to grow taller than the watermelon head in Hashirama, and see if this person dares to continue to use his height to stimulate himself in the future.

After Senshouzhujian was rejected by Madara for this reason, he realized what it meant to shoot himself in the foot and mourn in silence.

At this time, Madara suddenly yawned expressionlessly. Hashirama's first reaction was that the expressionless yawning Madara is so cute, and the second thing is that Madara's dark circles are so heavy. It's okay not to rest.

He brought people to an eave where he could get sunshine but not be blown by the wind. He used to hide here to take a nap, Hashirama carefully rolled Madara into his arms, so that People lean on the place where their neck and shoulders meet, "Go to sleep for a while if you feel tired."

Madara felt that the touch under his body was so real, he finally saw Hashirama again, and he didn't have to worry that the other party would disappear in front of his eyes forever, sleepiness gradually engulfed his mind, Madara slowly closed his eyes and fell into a sweet dream .

Hashirama stared at Madara's face in sleep, sketched the other's facial features vaguely with his fingers, and finally put his head on Madara's, and fell asleep together.

Qianshou Buddhajian waited for a long time, but before Zhujian came back with his noble daughter, he sent his second son, Feijian, to look for someone.

Qianshou Feijian searched the clan for a long time but couldn't find his elder brother, and was about to go back to report to his father that his elder brother had eloped with someone, when he suddenly remembered a place.

After arriving at the place, I found that Hashirama and the so-called "noble lady" were all here. They slept quietly next to each other, and they were as beautiful as a painting in the afternoon sun. Anyone who intervened between them , seem to be redundant.

Tobima's eyes stayed on Uchiha Madara's face for a while, and finally he sighed, walked over and pulled the veil from his elder brother, and put it on for Uchiha Madara. Cover it up, if someone touches it, you don't know how to die.

After doing this, Fei Jian turned around and left. Sure enough, he told his father that the two of them should elope. He opened a pair of dead fish eyes. Anyway, it was a matter of time.

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