Naruto training king.

Chapter 202: Temari Still Not Sleeping

Raindrops were hitting the window violently, a cold wind was blowing on my face, but my consciousness was becoming increasingly blurred.

"Before the Chunin Exam, find a chance to talk to Temari. She has lived in Konoha for so many years, don't say I didn't give her this opportunity."

Tsunade's voice had begun to go out of tune, and it was unknown how much her brain had been taken over by the alcohol, but it was really difficult for her to still speak so clearly and coherently.

"I understand, thank you teacher."

Hinata Kiyomi thought about it and took out a piece of candy left over from the afternoon from his pocket.

Lemon flavored.

He stuffed it into Tsunade's palm, and the dinner ended like this, but the fate of countless people was about to change.

late at night.

Kiyomi left Tsunade's house holding an umbrella and arrived at his destination after turning two corners.

Standing in front of his door, he raised his hand and was about to press the doorbell when his intuition told him that someone was watching him.

He thought for a moment, then turned and walked out of the front yard and came to Temari's house. Looking through the window, it was pitch black, and it looked like she was already asleep.

Qingmi stood in front of the door holding an umbrella and raised his hand to press the doorbell.

After waiting for about three minutes, there was a "click" sound from the door frame, which seemed extremely abrupt even in the rainy night.

As soon as the door opened, Temari took the lead and said, "Why don't you sleep so late at night? What do you want to do?"

Qingmi put away his umbrella and took a step inside. "On the night of July 6th, the 64th year of Konoha, I undressed and tried to sleep, but the sound of rain disturbed me and I couldn't fall asleep."

"So you can't sleep and you won't let me sleep?" Temari put her hands on her hips and raised her eyebrows slightly, seeming a little helpless.

The beige silk nightgown hung loosely on her body, showing off the girl's budding temptation to the fullest.

"That's right." Qingmi nodded, changed into slippers and walked inside.

"Oh, okay, okay." Temari sighed, turned around and closed the door, and the two walked upstairs together.

There was a new carpet on the second floor, and a few pieces of clothing, a tight skirt, underwear and a pair of black stockings were scattered on the sofa.

Qingmi raised his eyebrows slightly, picked up the pair of translucent black stockings, turned around and asked, "When did you buy the stockings?"

"I want you to take care of it!"

Temari blushed slightly, snatched the black stockings from his hand, and walked towards the bathroom with the clothes on the sofa.

Qingmi smiled and shook his head, but just as he sat down, he seemed to remember something and quickly stood up and chased after him.

As soon as he walked to the bathroom door, he saw Temari throwing all the clothes she had just brought over into the washing machine.

"Temari, you can't throw stockings directly into the washing machine..."

"I want you to take care of it!"

Temari closed the lid of the washing machine without a care, as if she was afraid that Kiyomi would run over and take the stockings out, so she simply turned the knob to start the washing machine.

Water began to flow back into the washing machine. There were several pots of crabapple flowers on the balcony behind. The raindrops coming in from outside hit the black soil in the pots, and the orange-red flower buds swayed slightly in the night breeze.

Seeing the water flowing over her clothes, Temari walked towards him angrily, knocked his shoulder away, and then walked past him brushing past his body.

Back in the living room, Temari was lying on the sofa with her arms folded across her chest, staring intently at the rain curtain outside the window.

Qingmi moved closer, bent over and looked down at her.

Seeing that she wasn't looking at him, Qingmi sat down next to her and placed his left hand on the sofa pillow above her head.

Qingmi reached out and lifted her bangs, then moved his face closer to hers. From this distance he could even see the fine hairs on her cheeks.

"Stay away from me, pervert."

Although she said this, Temari twisted her butt towards the sofa to make some space for him.

Qingmi held her left hand and played with it carefully, like a child who saw a new toy, his eyes seemed to be shining.

"You bought the stockings, didn't you just wear them for me to see?"

As soon as the words fell, the person in his arms' breathing became noticeably disordered: "What are you thinking about?"

Qingmi suppressed his laughter, passed his left hand under her neck, and pulled her into his arms: "Your mind is so easy to guess, the carpet and the stockings, it's obviously aimed at me."

However, Temari did not answer him. Instead, she pinched her nose and began to change the subject awkwardly: "Where does the smell of alcohol come from? It stinks."

"I was eating at the teacher's place just now, maybe some of it got on my clothes."

Qingmi pulled his hand out and quickly took off his shirt, revealing his muscular body.

As he did so, Temari became visibly flustered: "What do you want to do?"

"Don't you think it smells bad?" Qingmi blinked innocently, as if he was asking her a question back.

Looking at Kiyomi, who looked and looked about the same age as her, Temari suddenly realized that he was actually two years younger than her.

She is sixteen, but Qingmi will not be fourteen for another two months.

Maybe... I'm just overthinking?

So Temari pretended to be calm, lay back down, and even touched his chest muscles: "Kid, don't be so arrogant."

But before she could pull her hand back, Qingmi grabbed it and said, "I won't go to work at the hospital tomorrow."

"So what are you going to do?" Temari asked casually.

"Of course I'm taking part in the Chunin Exams. I've already submitted the registration form."

As soon as he uttered the words "Chūnin Exam", he could feel the person in his arms tremble slightly.

Sure enough...Rosa's people have found Temari.

With this kind of close personal contact, every movement of hers could be clearly sensed, but Temari was obviously a little panicked and did not notice that she had been exposed.

"We've only graduated for a year, right? Are we going to take part in the Chunin Exam right now?"

"Why? You think we don't have that ability?"

Hearing this, Temari was speechless for a moment: "Okay, okay."

After saying that, the room fell into silence again.

Temari was hesitating, and Kiyomi was also hesitating.

He hopes that Temari can take the initiative to tell him about Rasa. If she doesn't do so, there is only one outcome waiting for Temari - rbq.

Of course, this is an exaggeration.

Konoha will not tolerate an enemy living freely in Konoha as before, so Kiyomi can only temporarily lock Temari up at home. But if they are locked up at home and still have feelings for each other, what can't happen?

Then wait for at least one year and at most two years, until you have the strength to quickly pass the Konoha copy without any damage, and then release the person.

"Goo~"

The sudden sound broke the silence of the night.

Qingmi looked up at the clock on the wall and saw that the hands had already pointed to the early morning.

"It's so late, why don't you go to bed!" Temari sat up, put her hands on her hips, and glared.

"Can you sleep like this?" Qingmi gave him a strange look.

As if she was a little frightened by his gaze, Temari crossed her arms over her chest and snorted softly: "You are the one who can't sleep, not me."

"Good good."

Qingmi nodded, stood up from the sofa, and turned into the kitchen.

Heat oil in a pan and fry the eggs.

Add water, season, and cook noodles.

Temari was trying to chase him away just now, but when she saw him walk into the kitchen, she became silent again.

Behind me could be heard the sound of raindrops hitting the glass, in front of me could be heard the sound of bubbles bursting from the surface of boiling water, raising a mist.

If only... this kind of life could go on forever.

"Here."

Qingmi placed a bowl of clear soup noodles on the table and tilted his head to look at her beautiful face: "Are you touched?"

"If you didn't say that." Temari curled her lips, with a hint of disgust on her face.

Qingmi propped his chin with his hand, a smile lingering in his clear and transparent eyes: "Then is there any reward?"

"Oh, you pervert."

Temari rolled her eyes and stretched her legs out from under the table.

Generally speaking, when you ask someone to do something for you, you have to take the risk on yourself. At this time, Qingmi just needs to take the initiative to lend a hand.

But he didn't do that, instead he stood up.

"what are you up to?"

"Go to the bathroom."

After saying this, he walked towards the bathroom without looking back.

After a while, Kiyomi showed Temari a pair of black battle-damaged stockings, "See, I told you not to throw the stockings directly into the washing machine."

Temari bit her lower lip with her white teeth, cutting off the noodles that were about to enter her mouth, then raised her head with a disgusted expression.

"To call you a pervert is a compliment."

"If you call me a beast in human clothing, that's also a nice compliment." Qingmi nodded seriously.

Temari chuckled, put down her chopsticks, stood up and walked into the bedroom.

About a minute later, she came out and threw a pair of white stockings to Qingmi. Then she sat down sideways and put her two round and smooth thighs in front of him.

Qingmi accepted the pair of white silk stockings as if they were a treasure. However, when he was about to put on her socks, Temari twisted her waist and pulled her legs back.

"Temari..." He opened his round eyes, as if he had suffered some injustice.

"hehe!"

Temari was unmoved, biting the egg in the bowl, her white thighs stretched straight under the table. Her two jade feet overlapped, and her heels swayed on the carpet, as if provoking her.

Kiyomi didn't order much noodles, after all, it was just a midnight snack, so Temari finished it quickly.

She hummed a light song and took the pair of white stockings back from him: "Next time."

Qingmi held the socks tightly and said seriously, "No, I think this time will do."

"I don't think you can."

"I have the confidence to put on your stockings for you."

"You..." Temari paused, pinching the socks in her hand, staring into his eyes closely.

The look in those eyes was extremely serious, as if he would not give up until he achieved his goal. Under such a gaze, Temari couldn't help but feel a little shaken.

Have I gone too far?

The hesitation on her face only flashed by, but it was caught by Kiyotani's eyes. The next second, Kiyotani reached out and gently pushed Temari down on the sofa.

He bent down, touched her right foot, and stretched his fingers downward to hold the heel in his palm.

She placed it on her thigh, then picked up a pair of white stockings, put her fingers into the sock opening to open it, and then rolled it into a ball. You can never get tired of looking at this pair of slender jade feet. The slender toes curled up into a ball because of the owner's shyness, as if they had turned into jade beads.

But soon, the white sock opening opened, like the legendary Maitreya Buddha's human bag, taking this playful and cute "monster" into it.

After smoothing out the wrinkles on his feet, Qingmi pulled up the sock cuffs and continued to pull them up.

The calf muscles were very tight and elastic, and Qingmi couldn't help but pinch them before he continued to move up by holding up the sock opening.

Temari subconsciously closed her eyes and curled up slightly, waiting for her body to adapt to the intimate contact.

But soon, his movements came to an abrupt halt.

Temari opened her eyes and looked at him with some confusion, as if asking: Why don’t you continue?

Qingmi didn't say anything, but just put a finger into the socks and rubbed the tender flesh on the inside of the thigh.

She was wearing only a beige silk nightgown, which was a short skirt. Qingmi had already touched her knees with her socks, and if she continued to go up, she would have to lift her thighs.

Temari closed her eyes and left the choice entirely to Kiyomi.

The next second, a gentle but slightly tough voice came to my ear: "Lift it up a little."

As she heard this voice, Temari's deep inner anxiety was gradually soothed, and her body began to move according to the voice's command.

It has been like this since a long time ago.

The tougher Hinata Kiyomizu was, the more at ease Temari felt.

It's just that he wasn't normally a domineering person, and Temari had never tested the limits of that sense of security.

Beige, with a pink flower embroidered on it…

Qingmi withdrew his gaze, picked up the other sock, and put it on her in the same way.

However, after putting on the socks, he did not play with them, but stretched out his arms and hugged her.

One hand gently wrapped around her waist, the other hand pressed against her back and patted it gently, his hot and humid breath blowing into Temari's ear hole: "That's enough."

Temari opened her eyes and stared at his chin softly, her whole body curled up slightly, "Is this enough?"

Her voice was no longer as fierce as before, just like a kitten.

The night wind blew the white lace curtains and slightly blew up a few strands of her hair. Her eyes were full of water, as if hiding a hint of longing.

The fair cheeks have been completely eroded by the crimson clouds, the red lips are plump and moisturized, slightly open, and exuding a faint orchid scent.

Hinata Kiyomi suddenly felt a little dry in the mouth: "I regret it now."

He immediately lowered his head and blocked her lips with his lips to relieve his dry mouth.

Closing their eyes, everything seemed sweet and natural. Although both of them were novices, they were driven by instinct and were moving towards a closer relationship.

With their chests pressed tightly together, their two hearts were heating up rapidly.

Fortunately, Hinata Kiyomi still had a bit of rationality. He loosened his hands that were tightly holding her, and instead pressed on her shoulders to separate the two.

"That's enough now."

After saying this, Qingmi's body softened and he lay down again, hugging her.

It was motionless, as content as a hamster that had stored up enough food for the winter.

By the time Temari woke up, it was almost noon the next day.

She had no strength left last night, so she let Qingmi carry her in and put her on the bed. After he left, her consciousness gradually faded away with the sound of rain.

After lying in bed for a while, she got up, went into the bathroom, took a shower, changed her clothes, picked up a scroll from the bedside, and walked out.

This scroll records the deployment of Konoha Village's guard team in a normal state. She placed such important information openly on the bedside.

If any Konoha ninja saw it, they would put Temari in jail as a spy.

Unfortunately, Qingmi saw it but didn't take a second look at it.

Temari walked slowly on the streets of Konoha with the scroll in her hand, then came to Ichiraku Ramen and ordered a bowl of char siu noodles.

When the ramen was served, she placed the scroll casually on the table, picked up her chopsticks and began to eat.

I don’t know why, but the Ichiraku Ramen that usually tastes so good now tastes a bit bland. I always feel like I have lost my appetite. Is there something missing?
Temari thought about it, looked up and said, "Have you ever considered selling some snacks at the ramen shop, Uncle Temari?"

He put down the rag and bowl in his hand and said with a smile: "If that happens, this small ramen shop will be too busy."

"That's true."

After eating, Temari paid the bill, took the scroll and walked towards the forest behind Shadow Rock Mountain.

Soon, she saw the target of this trip, the spy from Sunagakure.

Seeing Temari coming, the man showed a hint of obvious excitement: "Your Highness Temari."

She threw the scroll in her hand over and asked, "This is what you wanted. Did your father ask you to bring me any message?"

The man immediately held out his hands to take the scroll, "Master Fengying has no other instructions."

"So what is his plan?" Temari asked again.

"This...I don't know either."

"He wants to launch a surprise attack, so I have to be prepared in advance. Otherwise, is he planning to attack me as well?"

The man's heart tightened. "I really don't know, but you should just take the exam step by step. I will have a chance to tell you before the operation begins."

"cut!"

Temari folded her arms across her chest, her expression stony.

It was obvious that she was not satisfied.

The atmosphere became increasingly silent, and the pressure on the man grew.

Just when he was about to be unable to bear it, Temari suddenly said, "That's it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man felt relieved and left immediately with the information.

Temari stood there, watching the Sunagakure spy disappear into the forest, then sat down against the tree trunk, hugged her legs, and rested her chin on her knees.

In fact, the spy did not lie. He really didn't know what Temari asked.

After all, he came to Konoha to carry out an infiltration plan. Since it was an infiltration, there was a possibility of failure. If he fell into Konoha's hands, wouldn't that be sending intelligence thousands of miles away?
however……

Just as the man was about to leave the area of ​​Konoha Village, a young man in black and white training clothes suddenly blocked his way.

There are enemies!
Without any hesitation, the man took out a kunai from his arms.

However, the next second, the boy opened his eyes, and a huge pressure came towards him like a landslide or tsunami.

"White eyes·coercion!"

He used all his strength in this attack, and with just this one blow, the man immediately lost consciousness and fell to the ground.

Hinata Kiyomi walked over, picked up the scroll on the ground, opened it and read it carefully.

The information recorded in the scroll is true, without any falsehood.

Kiyomi closed the scroll, threw it on the ground, and then used the Byakugan Genjutsu to control his brain.

"Erase the memory related to me. You left Konoha Village safely with this scroll and did not encounter any unexpected situation."

After implanting the false will, the man got up from the ground, picked up the scroll and fled towards the Wind Kingdom without looking back.

Hinata Kiyomi did not modify the contents of the scroll because there was no need.

It records the deployment of the guard team in Konoha Village under normal circumstances, but in order to prepare for the Chunin Exam, the guard deployment in Konoha Village has been changed to another similar plan.

It's useful, but not very useful, and can even be misleading.

Temari has made her choice.

Qingmi turned and walked towards the direction of Konoha Village, and suddenly a sentence came to his mind.

[If you take the wrong path once, you make a mistake. If you take the wrong path twice, you don’t learn from it. If you take the wrong path three times, it’s not a mistake, it’s a choice.]

in the forest.

Temari still maintained that posture, her eyes dimmed: "Why didn't anyone notice?"

If her act of stealing information had been discovered, perhaps she would not have to suffer such torment in her heart.

At this moment, a gentle voice suddenly sounded in my ears.

"I found it."

She looked up and saw Hinata Kiyomi standing beside her, leaning against the tree trunk.

The bright midsummer sun shone through the dense woods, and round spots of varying sizes illuminated his clean, hearty smile.

The neat and white teeth, the straight and dignified nose, and the gentle and affectionate eyes all speak of the beauty of this young man.

Huh.

Temari's mood suddenly improved, and the scene of last night suddenly flashed through her mind, making her lick her lips subconsciously.

I have an appetite...

Wait, what did he just say?
Temari's brain short-circuited, but her mouth spoke the question in her heart before it could: "You... since you found out, why didn't you expose me?"

Qingmi raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes as clear as a spring: "Do you remember what you asked me that night more than ten days ago?"

Hearing his words, Temari's brain started to work rapidly.

But the memory in my mind seemed to be stuck, always staying at the fragment of last night and refusing to move forward.

Temari was getting a little anxious. Her temperature was rising at a speed that was almost visible to the naked eye, and a layer of fine beads of sweat were oozing out of her fair and smooth forehead.

"I…what did I say?"

A breeze blew in from the gaps in the bushes, blowing up her delicate hair and slightly covering her eyes that revealed doubt.

Qingmi looked at her with a smile on his face without saying a word.

Temari stood up from the ground, pursed her lips, walked forward and took his hand, intertwining their fingers.

Her voice sounded a little tearful, but also like she was acting coquettishly: "I can't think of it."

Qingmi stretched out his other free hand to wipe the sweat off her forehead and said softly:
"I said, I give you the right to be willful."

　Recommend a friend's book: "Enlightenment of All Things: Starting from Projecting the Heavens"

　　Ji Chang carries an ink scroll with him, travels through the world of immortals and heroes, and awakens his innate wisdom.

　　With the terrifying talent of being able to actively enter the state of enlightenment, he can project the heavens, deduce enlightenment, and dominate all worlds.

　　From the invulnerable "Iron Shirt" to the impenetrable "Eight-Nine Profound Art".

　　From the "Art of Leaping and Turning" of moving around, to the "Art of Golden Light Flying on the Ground" of chasing the sun and the wind.

　　From the "Skills in the Sleeve" of storage and organization, to the "Universe in the Sleeve" of reaching for the stars and the moon.

　　From the cursed "Witchcraft" to the "Seven Arrows" that even gods cannot save.

　　From the "Breathing Qigong" for self-cultivation to the "Nine Breaths and Breathing Qigong" for swallowing the heaven and earth

　　
　
(End of this chapter)