Reunion in the New World [Zhuban Feiquan]

"Blade?—Blade?"

The shoulder was held and shook vigorously, Madara struggled to get out of that memory, and when he looked up, he saw Hashirama's eyes full of worry.

"Madara, what were you thinking just now? You have fallen into your own hallucination!" Hashirama grabbed Madara's shoulder and frowned. Madara's expression just now was not pretty, that kind of painful panic, thinking of something bad Is something wrong...

Madara also knew that he was almost trapped by his own memory, he let out a sigh of relief, patted his face to calm himself down, it's okay, this kind of thing won't happen again.

He pulled down Zhujian Weiliang's hand, clasped his fingers together, and slightly hooked his lips, "I miss you."

Hashirama was dazed by Madara's smile, and before he woke up, he was hit with a heavy hammer, his mind was completely blank, and he was dragged home by Madara with erratic footsteps.Madara said she was thinking of me... Missing me... I...

What should I do if I'm a little shy (*/ω＼*)

Hashirama, who was smirking in a trance, was pushed into the bedroom by Madara and pressed onto the bed before he realized it, huh?Shouldn't he do this action?

Before he finished thinking, he was immediately covered by the quilt, and Hashirama blinked, a little puzzled, what was he doing?

After finishing the quilt, Banla sat on the edge of the bed, stroked Hashirama's hair lovingly (heavy mist), and asked softly, "Have a good rest, what do you want for lunch?"

Between the pillars: ...

Hashirama was silent for a while, a little guilty, and seriously reflected whether he had suppressed his complexion and body temperature too low, did he look so bad?However, Madara in this appearance is really warm and cute~ like a virtuous wife~ Hashirama immediately threw the guilt out of his mind and grinned.

"Mushroom Mixed Rice!"

Madara, who has always expressed infinite dislike for mushroom mixed rice, but always compromises to do it, is no exception this time, and goes to the kitchen to prepare lunch according to Hashirama's wishes.

Hearing Madara's walking footsteps, Hashirama hugged the futon and rolled all over the room.

Ahhh~ Madara is taking care of me~ so warm~~ The corners of her mouth are almost grinning behind her ears, what an ugly face!

After rolling for a while, Hashirama suddenly sat up, ran to the door to take a look, quietly closed the door, took out a scroll from his pocket and began to study it.

...

In the kitchen, Madara was stirring the sauce in the pot, and unconsciously began to think about his past with Hashirama, but this time the memories were more tragic. Sugar was put in the meal, and then the two swallowed each other's food with tragic expressions, which was horrible.

Recalling the scene where Hashirama struggled to eat the love lunch from Madara, the sweet mushroom mixed rice, full of tears, but still praised Madara's good craftsmanship loudly, Madara couldn't help but burst out laughing.

At this time, a pair of arms came out from the side of his waist, hugged his waist suddenly, and his shoulders sank.

Madara turned his head and saw only a black head, Hashirama put his head on Madara's shoulders and rubbed it.The soft black hair rubbed against the white neck, and a few strands of unruly long hair poked in along the collar, passed through the collarbone and went down. With the movements of the pillars, the strands of hair swayed and rubbed against the skin.

Madara only felt a little itchy in his chest, scratching at his heart.

Hashirama looked at the sauce in the pot, and suddenly buried his head in a muffled laugh, "Sweet or salty this time?"

Madara raised an eyebrow, "Sweet."

"Hmm...the sweet ones are also delicious..."

After Hashirama expressed her appreciation for the sweets, she leaned on Madara and didn't move.Madara pushed the head, but to no avail, so he had to hang a large human pendant to prepare ingredients.

But why is the head on the shoulder getting hotter and hotter?

Before Madara could turn his head, Hashirama, who had been quiet for a while, turned her head and kissed Madara's neck.Madara paused in his hands, turned his head to see Hashirama's flushed face, was also dazed, turned around and touched Hashirama's forehead, "What's wrong, uncomfortable?"

"Uh, no, it's okay." Hashirama's eyes wandered, he stuttered a little, and quickly suppressed the messy things in his head.

Madara frowned, and reached out to touch Hashirama's forehead, but his hands were too cold to judge, so he had to hold Hashirama's head against his forehead, using the most primitive method to judge the temperature.

Madara's exquisite and beautiful face magnified in front of her eyes, her eyes met each other, and each other's silhouette was reflected in the dark eyes.Hashirama fell into those deep black eyes as if bewitched, unable to extricate herself, oops... Madara's illusion is even more powerful... Unconsciously, she lowered her head slightly, wanting to touch the bright red lips below.

Madara tilted her head back, backed away, coughed, her ears were red and hot.

What are you doing so close!

"The mushroom sauce is overcooked."

Hashirama glanced at the pot behind Madara, took a step forward, and with a push around Madara's waist, just trapped Madara between himself and the cabinet.

"Banko is much tastier than mushrooms."

Hashirama grumbled, and directly blocked Madara's mouth.

Should he be glad he won over a pot of mushrooms?

This time it was not a touch, but a battle between the two armies, and the two armies fought hand to hand.The tip of the hot and humid tongue pried open the teeth, rampantly entangled the aborigines on the territory, not pulling it to swing together~

Madara grabbed Hashirama's upper arm with one hand, and leaned on the cabinet behind him with the other.

"Hey, pot...um..."

Hashirama reached out and snapped off the stove.

Madara finally threw herself into this passionate kiss, but when the kiss was in a daze, a flash of inspiration flashed through her mind.

Hashirama definitely doesn't want to eat sweet mushroom mixed rice!

Regarding this, Madara only had time to hum angrily twice before being suppressed.

The author has something to say:

Our goal is sweet sweet!

But I... Calvin...

I seem to have said it was going to end a long time ago... But there are still a few things I haven't written...