[Hokage Pillar] Ninja World Online

That night Minako Uchiha personally cooked a sumptuous dinner for her eldest son's boyfriend, but Senju Bashima couldn't swallow the food.There is no other reason. It is too painful for a salty party to sit around a family of sweet parties. Faced with Minako's mother's inquiry, he has to say that it is delicious.

"I heard from Quanna that you also like to eat sweet things, which is really great. Madara, like his father, loves tofu skin sushi since childhood. I was worried that you and Madara have different tastes. What should I do? Is good."

Looking at Hashirama, who was a little stiff in eating, Uchiha Minako said with a smile.

Senju Zhuma glanced at Quanna with a face full of shock, and then sneered unceremoniously at Shangquanna.When he turned to Madara again, he didn't even get a glance.

"Auntie, I..."

"What's the matter?" Uchiha Minako looked at the half-eaten rice in front of Senju Hashirama, and smiled knowingly, "Is it not enough? It's okay, I'll get you another bowl, boy You should eat more. But you can’t just eat, you have to eat more vegetables.”

After finishing speaking, Senju Bashima watched helplessly as Madara's mother took his bowl and filled it up with a bowl of rice, and by the way pushed over two plates of dishes that could be known to have added sugar as soon as he smelled them.

"Just treat it as your own home, eat it quickly."

Hashirama had a hard time eating the whole dinner, and after she finally managed to feed herself, she was pushed by Minako's mother to eat a lot more.

Feeling that he was really dying, Senju Hashirama quickly cast a look for help to Madara, and Madara, who had seen enough drama, stopped his mother.

After dinner, Minako Uchiha, who has greatly improved her favorability with Hashirama, insisted on letting Hashirama stay overnight. The former was eager to get closer to Madara, but this idea was shattered when Madara took him to the door of the guest room.

"You can stay in this room tonight. The quilts inside are all new. Tell me what's missing." Madara opened the door of the guest room and received it from Senjubashima.

"Madara... where do you live?"

"Me? I have my own room. What, you want to live with me?"

Madara glanced at Hashirama, who had been drooping since dinner, with a half-smile.

Hearing this, Senju Hashirama regained his spirits, "Is that okay? I want to live with Madara. Of course, I promise not to do anything!"

"Really?"

"Really!" Senshou Bashima raised his left hand and swore with two fingers together.

After thinking about it for a while, she looked at Kamihashima with longing eyes, thinking of the sweet meal just now, Madara still softened her heart.Closing the door of the guest room, Madara raised his chin to signal Hashirama to follow him.

"Come on, I'll show you my bedroom."

Madara's room is at the corner of the second floor. There are two huge floor-to-ceiling windows on the southwest sides. Through the windows, you can see the lush garden of Uchiha Mansion and the distant lights.

After turning on the light, Zhu Jian could see the whole bedroom clearly.Madara's bed was not big, and it was a bit cramped for two grown men. There were not many furnishings in the room, except for a tall bookcase, which was a wardrobe and a desk by the window.

The color tone in the room was cold beyond Hashirama's expectations. If it weren't for the bookcases full of various books, he would have doubted that this room could not accommodate people.

Madara stepped forward and closed the curtains of the two French windows, and the heavy gray-black curtains covered the night outside the windows.

"This is, your room?"

Spotted nodded, "Well, I lived here until I went to college. After graduation, I moved out to live alone, and occasionally I will come back here for a while."

"I really can't see that this is the room you have lived in for more than ten years." Walking in, Senshou Bashirama can see the whole picture of the house with just a casual glance.

Wen Yanban raised the corners of his lips, "The room was not like this when I was a child, but I redecorated it later."

"At that time, this room was more... well, childlike." After a pause, Madara recalled the days when he was less than ten years old. At that time, he himself didn't even want to go back to the room to sleep, because the whole room, including the ceiling, Painted a mess of cartoon characters - at the urging of Minako's mother.

When he was young, both he and Quan Nai lived in "dire waters", but the difference was that he knew shame while his younger brother Quan Nai didn't know it at that time.So Madara managed to get rid of the small animal clothes prepared by Minako's mother when she was five years old, but Quanna wore them until she was ten years old.

On Madara's 12th birthday, she asked to redecorate the room. After deciding on the decoration style, her mother refused on the grounds that it was "not conducive to physical and mental health". It was not until she was 15 that Madara successfully removed all the colorful decorations on the wall.But Quanna did not succeed until she was [-] years old.

Seeing Madara's weird expression, Senju Hashima remembered his room full of toys when he was a child, and said with a dry smile after a moment of silence: "Actually, this style is very good. Isn't there a simple style that is popular now? But if the room If you can have a pot of flowers or plants, you won’t be so indifferent.”

"It's too troublesome." Madara decorated the room like this at the beginning for simplicity.

"The color of the room is too dull and easy to be depressed. Is it the same in Madara's house?"

Nodding casually, Madara was noncommittal to Hashirama's argument.

Senshou Zhuma took out his mobile phone and sent a message, then walked up to Madara and said, "I asked the staff in my store to send some potted flowers over tomorrow, all of which are easy to support."

Madara didn't reject Hashirama's kindness, looked at the time and said, "Go to bed early, I'm going to your house tomorrow. You should take a shower first, this is the bathroom, so wear my pajamas."

After speaking, Madara took out a pure white nightgown from the closet and handed it to Hashirama.

The two took a shower one after the other, and Senjujuzama, who was roughly drying his hair, sat on the bed and looked at Madara who pushed open the bathroom door with a smile, "Let me help you brush your hair."

Passing the towel over, Madara gathered her nightgown and sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed with one leg, her hair that was soaked in water was unexpectedly obedient, and it was all hung behind her shoulders.

Neither of the two men, sitting and standing, spoke a word, and there was a touch of warmth in the silence.

For Hashirama, who has lived two lifetimes, the thing he has longed for is right in front of him, not so much lingering, deep-seated love, just enough warmth.Just like the soft light in the room tonight, a soft orange light hit the man with half-closed eyes in front of him, and his words were endlessly gentle.

He is not as serious as Liu Xiahui as he said, and it is impossible to have other ideas.

Using a towel to gather mottled hair, Senjujuma stared at the snow-white back of the former's neck.He couldn't help but reach out and touch it, the smooth skin almost stuck to his fingers.

Madara, who lowered his head slightly, opened his eyes the moment Hashirama's fingers touched the back of his neck, but he still remained motionless and let the former slowly wipe the water from his hair, occasionally brushing his fingers across his nightgown as if nothing had happened. A small piece of shoulder was exposed.

When the movement of the person behind him finally stopped, Madara asked softly, "Are you ready?"

Then the answer he got was that the man hugged his body from behind, his hands wrapped around his waist, and his head was buried tightly on his left shoulder.

Putting the man around his arm with one hand, Madara turned his face slightly, "What's wrong?"

The man's breathing was a little short when he was close to his ear, and as a man, Madara certainly knew what was going on at Hashirama.

Madara, who had lived a dull life for more than 20 years, was stunned for a moment, and after a while he came to his senses and said hesitantly, "Hashirama, you..."

"It's nothing, just let me hold you for a while." Senju Hashirama leaned close to Madara's neck, resisting the urge to kiss. Go up and said in a muffled voice.He wanted to get close to Madara, but he promised Madara that he would do nothing tonight, not to mention the place was not right, if Quan Naming woke up in the morning and found out what happened to Madara, he would definitely beat him out with his own hands.

When Madara moved his waist, he felt something hard behind him. Hearing Hashirama gasp, knowing that the man was holding on, Madara patted the arm on his waist funny.

"I wanted to ask you if you needed my help. If you have nothing to do, let me go. It's late."

"No, no, it's something, it's something!" Hearing that, Zhu Jian's eyes lit up, he immediately pulled Madara and turned around, holding Madara's hand and pressing it against the hard object.

Amused by Hashirama's impatience, Madara raised her eyebrows, then slowly teased the hard thing under her palm through the clothes, and heard the man's muffled hum with satisfaction.

How could Senju Bashirama bear this, he couldn't help but leaned forward, his forehead pressed against Madara's forehead and begged hoarsely: "Mara, stop teasing me, hurry up."

After being asked, Madara pursed her lips and did not answer, but the movements of her hands accelerated a lot.

Senshou Zhujian saw the faint red at the end of Madara's eyes at a close distance, moved his throat and kissed him, and the tip of his tongue touched the warm corners of his eyes.Slowly sliding down, pecking at the side of the cheek little by little, until finally touching the lips he dreamed of.

Following Hashirama's movements, Madara's body trembled, and he felt the hands touching from under the nightgown to between his legs, and waves of hot air rushed to the top of his head.

The chandelier hanging from the ceiling casts orange-yellow soft light, and an inexplicable heat transpires in the room.Madara half-closed his eyes and stared at the light above his head in a trance, put one hand behind the man's head buried in his chest, and continued the initial movement intermittently with the other hand.

In the past, he thought that he would agree to be with Hashirama because of the spiritual compatibility of the two, but he didn't realize that he was completely wrong until tonight.

Madara is not as dull as he thought, it's just that he didn't meet the right person.

The moment Senju Bashima pushed him onto the bed and buried his head in his lower abdomen, Madara finally couldn't hold back his panting. All the thoughts in his head were scattered by the trembling pleasure. He couldn't bear it. He couldn't stop calling the man's name, and his undried hair was scattered randomly on the light gray bed sheet.

The thick curtains concealed the beautiful scene inside the house, and even the low exclamation and heavy breathing were covered up.

It wasn't until he was finally released that Senju Hashirama let go of Madara's tired face.He lightly kissed the corners of the stained lips in satisfaction, and all the previous strength and aggression disappeared.

"Blade, I love you."

Seeing the silhouette of the trembling eyelashes under the eyelids of the person below him, Senshou Zhujian buried his head in Ban's ear and murmured.Thinking that the man was already asleep, he missed the corner of the former's raised lips.

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