I became my own mistress [Main Hokage]

Zhao Han was standing in front of the desk, with his head down, holding a pen to write and draw.She didn't respond to his approach, and seemed to hear nothing at all.

Sasuke felt strange and called out again.

"Han?"

Only then did she realize that someone was there, and she suddenly woke up.But when she saw him, she was not very happy, but rather flustered.He hurriedly crumpled the paper and stuffed it into his sleeve, as if something shameful was written on it, and he must not let him see it.

Sasuke was even more surprised.He walked over to her and held out his hand.

"Can't I know what you wrote?" He said with a little joke, "Then I want to read it even more."

"No... nothing..."

Zhao Han took a few steps back, deliberately distanced himself from him.

"...I just wanted to visit you today, but you weren't here, so I had to doodle to pass the time... Well, that's it!"

She dodged her eyes, not daring to look directly at him.The transparent earlobes gradually turned red, like thin jade mixed with light water red.

He raised the corners of his mouth and joked: "Don't I know you yet? I always go to you. When will you take the initiative to come to me?"

He pinched her earlobe, which was slightly hot.

"It's so popular, isn't it a lie?"

"No... I didn't..."

Zhao Han raised his head to explain, but suddenly, his hand was empty.Before she realized what happened, she saw the ball of paper being grabbed by him.

"Sasuke!"

She stomped her feet angrily.

He even learned to catch her off guard, really!

Sasuke ignored her and continued to unfold the ball of paper.After the rustling sound, the ball of paper was quickly unfolded by him.When he saw the "shameful" content on the paper, he couldn't help being surprised for a moment.

"Are you writing my name?"

On the densely creased paper, his name is written in every place and every corner.

Sasuke Uchiha.

Every stroke, every stroke, is trying to imitate his handwriting.

"Why are you……"

"I miss you, so I wrote it." She said calmly.

Now that you can't hide it, let him see it.As long as he doesn't know why, it doesn't really matter.And she practiced his name because she missed him, although it was not the most important reason.But it's also good to say it to let him know and make him happy.

As she expected, there was a little light in his eyes.

"Why don't you show me?"

Zhao Han gave him a shy look: "I just don't want to show it to you. If I show it to you, you should be proud!"

She frowned, as if really angry.The tone is coquettish and silly.

Sasuke smiled lightly and pinched her face, then walked around her, pulled out the chair and sat down.

"It can be seen that you worked hard, but you didn't get the point at all. A piece of paper was full of practice, and no one mastered the essence."

She twitched the corner of her mouth, and snorted again coquettishly.He came in without practicing for a while, how could he have time to master the essence.He's really used to finding fault.

Sasuke took out a pen and blank paper from the side, and said, "Come on, I'll teach you how to write."

"Hmm..." Zhao Han tilted his head and thought for a while, "Okay, since you are willing to work tirelessly to teach, then I will gladly accept it!"

It is really difficult to imitate a person's handwriting perfectly in a short period of time without personal teaching.Since he was willing to help her, it saved a lot of effort.

She turned to move the stool.Just as she was about to take a step, her wrist tightened suddenly, and an irresistible force grabbed her.Before she could react, she fell into his arms the next second.She found herself imprisoned firmly.As soon as he looked up, he saw his stern eyebrows, the soft light in his eyebrows, and her panicked shadow.

"...I want to move a stool."

She pushed him away, trying to stand up again.

But he held him tighter.

"Don't be so troublesome, it's fine here," he whispered in her ear, "Teaching by hand will be effective."

While speaking, bursts of hot air enveloped the ears, and the scorching heat made the back numb.

She couldn't help blushing even more, and didn't know where to put her hands.

Seeing her embarrassed appearance, Sasuke knew that she couldn't bear to be teased, so he quickly stopped.

"Okay, stop teasing you. Let's get started now."

He took off the pen cap, then held her hand and led her to write his name.With one stroke and one stroke, the words quickly appeared on the paper, almost the same as his signature on the official document.

"Have you found the feeling?"

After one teaching session, he turned to ask her.

She nodded slowly, a little uncertain.After hesitating for a while, he shook his head again.

Sasuke smiled, continued to hold her hand, and wrote a second name below the previous line.

"What about this time?"

"...It seems that there is such a feeling." Zhao Han said.

Sasuke raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "Do you know where your writing is wrong?"

He took the crumpled paper and compared it side by side with the new one.The fingers point to the writing on different papers in turn.

"You only care about imitating the strokes, and you are too rote. Although the image is similar, but the shape is not the same, you will almost feel it when you look at it."

After pointing out the shortcomings in a serious manner, Sasuke was afraid of hurting her confidence, so he coaxed her to touch the side of her face again.

"But it doesn't matter," the voice was much softer, "It will be better if you practice more."

"Ah."

Zhao Han didn't respond to his intimate movements.She has been staring intently at the two pieces of paper, her eyes wandering between them, as if she is thinking deeply about something.

But soon she came back to her senses, tilted her head and smiled and said, "You must be thirsty after rushing back from outside, right? How about I get you a glass of water?"

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Han stood up and walked to the small table with the teapot on it.She picked up the teapot and picked a water glass at random.The water was poured into the cup, and she looked at her shattered reflection, her hands trembling slightly.

Do you really want to do this?Really, really... Do you want to drug him?

When the water was about to overflow the glass, she stopped her hand.

But she didn't give Sasuke immediately.

Because she had to add something more.

Zhao Han let out a long breath, and then took out the medicine bottle from his pocket.She tried her best to suppress the trembling, little by little, shaking the medicine powder into the water.The medicinal powder has excellent solubility, and when it is sprinkled on the water, it immediately disappears without a trace, is colorless and odorless.

"Sasuke, drink some water."

She smiled and handed him the water, trying to be as nonchalant as possible.The fingers under the sleeves were curled up, and the fingertips were deeply embedded in the palm.

Staring at the swaying water surface, Sasuke frowned slightly.

"Is it necessary to drink?"

"Of course!" she replied with a smile, "otherwise I would be unhappy."

Although he didn't take a sip of tea at Chaoxiang Palace and traveled on a long journey, but now he is not too thirsty and has no desire to drink water.

But seeing how enthusiastic she was, he couldn't refuse.

Forget it, just drink water, let her do as she pleases.

He picked up the water glass and raised his head to drink it.

"Sasuke!"

Zhao Han suddenly called to stop him.

Sasuke raised his eyebrows suspiciously: "Huh? What's wrong?"

She was stunned for a moment, then realized her gaffe, and hurriedly forced a smile; "No...it's nothing, just to remind you, be careful."

It turned out that she still didn't want him to drink, she didn't want to deceive him and use him.

But so what if she didn't want to, what else could she do?

My heart ached inexplicably.She lowered her eyes slightly, unable to bear to look again

"Han, don't worry," Sasuke raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "I have more control over many things than you."

Then he raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

***

Zhao Han walked in the corridor leading to Matsuura Zhiming's office, holding a miniature camera tightly in his hand.The small camera was cold and hard, and it felt even more painful when I held it in my hand.

Matsuura Zhiming's medicine was really powerful, and Sasuke fell asleep after drinking it for a long time.Zhao Han covered him with the quilt, and looked at him silently for a while.Seeing that he had indeed fallen asleep, she went into the file room without further delay.After finding his notes, he took pictures one by one.

The wall clock moved second by second, ticking non-stop, and she felt tense when she heard it.She was afraid that Sasuke would wake up in the middle, come in and see what she was doing, and then he would understand everything.

Knowing what she was doing, knowing that she had lied to him, taken advantage of his trust.

His heart will cool down, maybe he won't say anything, just turn around and leave.From then on, he ignored her, and it was unnecessary to even look at her.

Fortunately there is no such thing.He didn't wake up until she walked out of the archives door, just as she walked to the sofa.She explained that she was afraid that he would catch a cold, so she wanted to help him get an extra blanket from the sofa.

"Why do you care about me so much recently?"

Sasuke joked, the blanket still draped over him.

"It's obvious that you lost your temper with me in the selection exam some time ago, it seems that you have changed your temper."

She couldn't help being taken aback for a moment, and then blamed: "I still remember things after so long, how narrow-minded."

"I've never seen you that emotional, of course I remember," he said, "so why that day?"

"Ah...maybe it's because I happen to have relatives visiting me."

She suddenly felt guilty, so she hurriedly made up nonsense reasons, hoping to get away with it, and he would stop entangled in this issue.

Sasuke smiled lightly.

"No, you are not those few days." He said, quite confidently, "It's not that time no matter how you push it."

She was even more dazed for a while.

"My days...do you remember so clearly?"

Her cycle is sometimes late, sometimes early, and often different from the previous month, so she often doesn't know the days.Does he know things that she can't even remember clearly?

But he didn't speak, just looked at her slightly.

My heart felt like being stabbed several times by a knife blade, and it was painful, sour and astringent.She suppressed the tears that were about to burst out, and quickly found an excuse to leave his office.

But the sourness is always lingering in my heart, lingering.

She couldn't take it anymore.

She sniffed and found herself at the door.

The door was unlocked and stood wide open.The old man stood by the window with his back to her.

She quickly calmed down and walked in.

"Mr. Matsuura."

Matsuura Shiming turned around, as if he knew she would come.He stroked his beard and smiled, "Miss, everything is done?"

Zhao Han nodded.

"This matter, as expected, only the young lady can do it so well, without flaws," he laughed loudly, "I think even if you give him poison, he can drink it without hesitation."

The old man shook his head with a playful smile.He reached out and was about to take the miniature camera.

Zhao Han suddenly backed away a few steps.

Matsuura Zhiming hung his hands and looked at her suspiciously.

"gentlemen,"

There was a hint of crying in Zhao Han's voice: "I... can we change the way? There are many ways to solve the problem, and we don't have to take one."

"Don't use this, don't use it, okay?"

There was also a moist light in her eyes.

She is begging him.

She regrets it.How could she use Sasuke's unconditional trust in her to deceive him and satisfy her own selfishness.

"Oh? Miss, do you think so?"

Matsuura Zhiming withdrew his hand.He was not angry, but still looked at Zhao Han with a smile.

"If Miss is reluctant or unwilling, that's fine."

He turned sideways, pointed to the open window and said, "You can throw the camera down now, and then go to Sasuke to confess and beg his forgiveness. Even if you can't let him go and want to stay here with him forever, I won't stop you." you."

The old man made a gesture.

"Please."

She followed his fingers and looked out the window.The dazzling sky, the rolling hills, intertwined with green and green.

It's really like her home.

Where she grew up, there are also undulating and steep mountains, one after another, enclosing her city in the middle.

Zhao Han couldn't bear it anymore, hot and humid tears flowed down his face.She didn't want to make a sound, so she lowered her head and bit her lips tightly.

"……Hey."

The old man didn't know what to say, so he let out a long sigh.He walked up to her, took the camera from her hand, and patted her on the shoulder earnestly.

Then walked out of the office.

Zhao Han wanted to grab the camera back, but he couldn't move, his body was out of his control.The eyes are getting more and more hazy.From the heart, all the way to the fingertips, the pain was even more painful, sharp pain.

From now on, maybe it is really irreparable.I can't even lie to myself.

She loved him very much, but had to go.

Unable to bear it any longer, she finally cried out.

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