Naruto: Falling from the sky into Hashirama's arms

On the other side, Lin Sang was already fast asleep. In fact, not only was Xing Shu tired, but he was also quite tired.

Although this afternoon passed without any major incidents, the mental exhaustion Lin Sang experienced is something she can't shake off.

For the past few months, since Hashirama Senju has been away from home, Yuki has been sleeping with Hayashi.

Today is no exception.

Fortunately, Yuki slept quite soundly today, so he wasn't woken up by Lin's movements when he went in.

……

Hashirama Senju rushed home under the cover of night, holding his breath as soon as he opened the door.

The living room lights were off, and you could hear Lin Sang and Xing Shu's even breathing coming from the bedroom from the doorway.

He tiptoed into the room and, in the darkness, saw Lin Sang curled up with her head buried in the blanket.

Not far away, Shishiki was sleeping. Her bed was quite large, so the two of them weren't very close.

Yuki's head was sticking out, but the blanket on his body had been kicked off, leaving his body exposed.

However, it seems that even so, it still doesn't affect his good sleep.

After covering Apricot Tree with the blanket, Hashirama Senju shifted his gaze to Lin Sang, who was curled up in the blanket on the other side.

With something blocking the view, Hashirama Senju shouldn't be able to see what Lin Sang looks like right now.

However, Hashirama Senju was so familiar with Lin Sang that even if he were standing here now, he could imagine Lin Sang's expression in the blankets right now.

The daytime was fine, but the weather would start to get cool at night. At this moment, Lin Sang was like a little animal that craved warmth, curled up into a small ball in the soft quilt, with only a section of her fluffy head showing.

Her hair was slightly disheveled from being rubbed, and the blanket covering her body rose and fell gently with her even breathing.

After thinking it over, Hashirama finally decided to show Lin Sang's face, so that he could breathe more easily.

Otherwise, he was really afraid that Lin Sang would suffocate herself.

After pulling back the covers, I gradually saw Lin Sang's appearance in the darkness.

Her eyelashes were long and thick, casting a faint shadow on her eyelids. A thin layer of sweat glistened on the tip of her nose. Even in the dim light, Hashirama Senju could imagine the radiant whiteness of her skin.

Her lips were soft, and her breath was warm and long, giving them a natural pinkish hue.

Perhaps because her position had been changed, she felt a little insecure, and the blanket was clenched into a slight wrinkle. The half of her face that was exposed at this moment showed that she had let down all her guard.

At this moment, all that remained before Hashirama Senju was his docility.

The vibrancy of the daytime has faded from her eyes, leaving only tranquility and gentleness. Even her breath carries a lazy warmth, like a cotton candy wrapped in warm sunshine, so soft that one cannot bear to disturb it.

Lin Sang has changed a lot.

His wife is really beautiful.

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However, Hashirama Senju soon recalled the fish meal in the Wood Clone's memory, and Lin-san's bright eyes when she looked at the clone.

At that moment, Hashirama felt an overwhelming surge of jealousy.

He squatted by the soft couch and couldn't resist being mischievous. He rubbed his fingertips against Lin Sang's cheek and muttered, "I made all the fish, so why is he more enthusiastic towards my clone?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Lin Sang groggily turned over, instinctively grabbing his hand and pulling it into her arms, muttering, "Hashirama..."

Hashirama Senju was taken aback, and then the bitterness in his heart was instantly replaced by tenderness.

He leaned down and pulled her into his arms, his nose brushing against the top of Lin Sang's head, and chuckled softly, "I'm here."

Startled by this, Lin Sang vaguely regained consciousness. Just then, she heard Xing Shu's murmured words from beside her: "Dad... I didn't cry... I'm the coolest..."

Hashirama chuckled, then reached out and patted Yuki's back, gently coaxing, "I know, our Yuki is the coolest."

……

She slept soundly through the night. The next morning, Lin Sang was awakened by the enticing aroma wafting from the kitchen.

He walked over in his slippers and saw Hashirama wearing an apron, busily working around the stove.

A pot of milky white fish soup was simmering, and fresh fish pieces were laid out on the cutting board, clearly indicating that they were about to show off their skills.

It's fish.

"You're awake?" Hashirama turned around and saw him, his eyes shining like they held the sun. "Sit down quickly, breakfast will be ready soon. I'll make you three different kinds of fish today!"

Lin Sang asked, somewhat puzzled, "Didn't we just eat it yesterday?"

Hashirama Senju: "..."

Lin Sang then realized what was happening and couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Are you jealous of your own clone?"

"We're eating fish..." Hashirama's hands moved even faster, "Three flavors!"

Just then, Yuki ran in, rubbing her eyes. Seeing the aroma of fish filling the kitchen, she immediately forgot about yesterday's "image crisis" and pounced on Hashirama's legs: "Mom, I want to eat fish too, I'm so hungry!"

Hashirama bent down and picked him up, teasing him on purpose: "Isn't our Yuki supposed to be the coolest man? Why are you acting like a child and wanting to eat fish?"

Yuki blushed slightly and said stubbornly, "Cool men also need to replenish their nutrition!"

Lin Sang leaned against the door frame, watching the father and son bicker with a smile. The aroma of fish soup lingered around her nose, and she felt her heart was full.

……

The family enjoyed a rare moment of leisure at the dinner table, but Lin Sang still had something on her mind: "How is Aunt Hezi doing lately? Is she alright?"

Upon hearing this, Hashirama Senju looked up and replied to Lin Sang, "Don't worry, Lin Sang, Aunt Kazuko is fine. It's just that she's getting old, and after what happened, she needs to rest for a few days..."

"Sorry, I should have come earlier."