Naruto: Become Uchiha Madara’s mobile health pack

After playing for a day, the two brothers went into the bathroom together and rubbed each other's backs like they did when they were children. Izuna quickly rinsed off and went back to the room to sleep without taking a bath.

Madara kept thinking about Kamui's last words, and his heart kept beating.

He had never taken a bath so seriously. Cleaning himself was not enough. He also found a brand new kimono and pajamas and put them on. Looking at himself in the mirror, he felt that there was something missing.

But what exactly is missing?

He paced back and forth in the room impatiently. After walking back and forth a dozen times, he frowned and hesitated, then suddenly rushed to the cabinet.

Madara opened the cabinet and rummaged through it, and finally found the sachet among the mess.

It was autumn, and Ashue collected sachets made of sweet-scented osmanthus falling in the yard and gave one to each of the three brothers.

Women always like to make these things, but at least they are the wishes of their elders. Even if they never carry them with them, they will hide them in the cabinet.

Every time you open the cabinet, there will be a faint sweet fragrance wafting out from inside.

Madara took the sachet and rolled it over his body over and over again. Only when he smelled the fragrance of osmanthus on his clean body did he let go with satisfaction.

He quietly came to Shenwei's room, lit the lamp, and stood there expectantly.

As soon as Kamui comes back, you can see him at first sight when you open the door.

Madara was so excited that he could neither stand nor sit.

He felt like a young boy and his behavior was a bit ridiculous. If Hashirama found out about this, he would definitely laugh at himself.

He forced himself to sit down at the low table, resting his chin on one hand, waiting very boredly and anxiously for someone to return.

Fortunately, because it took some time to take a bath, Madara came back not long after he went to Kamui's room.

Leaning against the closed paper door, Kamui couldn't help but smile as he looked at Madara Uchiha, who was looking brand new and had obviously been carefully tidied up.

His thoughts were just like Sima Zhao's, and everyone on the street knew them.

Madara also found that he seemed to be too deliberate. He was very embarrassed and had an uncomfortable expression on his face.

Shenwei's smile became more and more obvious, and the tall figure walked over slowly.

He stood still in front of Madara, folding his arms and looking appreciatively at the man who had taken care of himself for him.

Uchiha Madara, who was dressed in white, looked very handsome. He had the illusion of being spotless and could only be viewed from a distance but not played with.

When I got closer, a faint sweet scent of osmanthus hit my face.

Kamui's heart moved, his smile grew stronger, and he couldn't help but reach out to the other party.

Suddenly, someone reached out to hook his chin, and Madara was forced to raise his head.

His fair face was stained with a faint glow, and even his eyes were too embarrassed to collide with Kamui's. He didn't know where to look, and his dark eyes turned around, except to look at Kamui's face.

Kamui kept smiling, the light in his eyes dangerous and domineering.

"You are so obedient. You will come as soon as you are asked."

Madara looked unnatural, but he still brushed Kamui's hand away and said, "You smell like alcohol, so go take a bath first. It will make you feel better."

Shenwei raised his eyebrows subconsciously and couldn't hold back a smile. It was rare for him to be so obedient. He did whatever the other party asked him to do.

After a brief rinse, when he returned to the room wearing a kimono, Madara had already spread out the bedding, not on one bed but on two beds.

Wiping his half-dried long hair, Kamui circled around the spread bedding.

Madara lifted the quilt and patted it, "It's cold at night, Kamui, come in quickly."

Jian Mei raised his eyebrows unconsciously, but Shenwei did not act as he was told. Instead, he sat down leisurely at the low table and threw the towel for wiping his hair on the table.

People who have taken a shower are all wet, and they look even more wet in the candlelight.

Kamui looked at Madara and raised his lips slightly. He shook his head and seemed a little embarrassed. He said, "Madara, do you want to sleep in my room?"

Madara also raised his eyebrows, with a tough look on his face, which seemed to show his determination not to leave.

The water droplets accumulated for a long time, dripping down the hair tips next to the ears, and gathered into a small puddle in the neck cavity at the collarbone.

This kind of divine power is really too tempting for a hungry wolf who has been craving for it for a long time.

Madara obviously felt that his breath was unstable, but he forcibly restrained the desire that was gradually rising in his body.

He got up, walked to the cabinet by the wall, dug out a dry towel, and then wiped Kamui's hair without saying a word.

The towel was wide enough to wrap Kamui's entire head inside. The not-so-bright candlelight peeked through the thick towel a little, and his entire face was hidden inside the towel. No matter what kind of smile he used to treat Madara's concern, No one who wiped his hair knew it.

The warm fingertips would brush against Shenwei's cheeks and forehead from time to time, tickling him.

Kamui enjoyed Madara's care very much. He put his hands on the ground and leaned back with peace of mind, letting the other party tangle his long hair into a ball and tie it into a knot.

"I find that sometimes you are very virtuous."

The hand wiping his hair paused, and Kamui heard Madara snorting dissatisfiedly on top of his head.

"The word virtuous is rarely used for men."

"This is all prejudice. Virtue is a complimentary word, and it can be used on people who are suitable for this word. Except for physical characteristics, there is no such thing as what is suitable for men and what is suitable for women."

The movements of his hands were much slower, and Madara seemed to be considering whether what Kamui said was correct or not.

He recently discovered that he seemed to be greatly influenced by the power of God. Many times, just a few words from the other party could make him think about it for a long time.

It's very unlike him to be so sloppy.

Under the towel, Shenwei closed his eyes leisurely, and the faint scent of osmanthus entered his nasal cavity, lingering for a long time.

"Hmph~" He chuckled.

Madara came to his senses, "What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing, I just suddenly thought of a saying, a woman should look good to those who please her."

Madara was puzzled, "Why did you suddenly think of this, or say..."

His face was a bit colder. There were two women in the family, and Ashue was the elder. The one who could make Kamui say this was obviously the younger one.

"Did Uzumaki Shigure do something?"

"Huh?" Shenwei was startled, "What does it have to do with her?"

As he spoke, he seemed to understand what Madara meant. When he smiled again, there was a little more sarcasm in it. He grabbed Madara's little finger and played with it, sighing: "Didn't I just say that many things do not distinguish between men and women? Is it possible? I am talking about you."

The displeasure was washed away when he heard Kamui's words, and Madara completely knelt down behind Kamui and stopped moving.

"A woman likes her appearance, and men do the same," Shenwei smiled softly, with a soft tone, "You smell good, I like this smell very much."

It was obvious that he had been seen through, and Madara's face suddenly turned red.

Kamui, this idiot, just knows it in his heart, why does he have to say it out loud?

Don't you want to be embarrassed?

It was as if he had nothing else to do except please the person in front of him.

In this regard, men always keep some dignity. Isn't this normal in this era?

Even though the two of them are a little different from other couples, this kind of male psychology is still the same.

This is probably due to the limitations of the times and cognition.

Even if he is Uchiha Madara, he is not immune.

"Very... do you like it?" He felt so embarrassed in his heart, but when the other party expressed that he liked his deliberate actions, Madara was still pleased by his words.

The towel was lifted but not thrown away. The light swayed through the eyelids. Then, there was one more person in the darkness, and the space became narrower at this moment.

The fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus changes from light to strong, lingering in this narrow space.

His eyelids moved, and as soon as Kamui opened his eyes, Uchiha Madara's magnified handsome face came closer.