Itachi stood barefoot in the bathroom doorway, holding two white bathrobes of various sizes in his hands.

He took off his robe and shoes and socks, and at the same time faded away from coldness and indifference, revealing a somewhat slender but powerful figure, shrouded in orange light, he bent his eyebrows, concentrating on conquering the white-clothed child in front of him.

"I'll take a shower for you."

"Don't."

"Then let's wash it together."

"Don't."

"It's been a long time since you've taken a shower."

"I don't need a shower at all."

Hearing this, Itachi didn't speak again, he pursed his lips and looked at the white boy not far away, and sighed helplessly in his heart.

The white boy is sitting on the edge of the bed with his eyes closed, his hands crossed his chest and his legs, dressed in white clothes and white hair, he looks delicate like a doll, and his naked/exposed skin is clean and dusty.

His enchantment allowed him not to suffer any injuries, and at the same time, his special physique doomed him not to have any metabolism like normal people, white clothes were never stained with dust, and his skin was always clean and fair, no matter whether it was raining or being stained by blood, those stains would eventually disappear without a trace, as if they had never appeared.

Sensing someone approaching, the white boy opened his eyes suddenly, and the next moment the familiarity of being lifted under his armpit made him angry: "What are you doing?!" ”

His body was in the air, and then he was pressed into a thin chest, the smell of the other party instantly filled his nose, and the white boy reflexively grabbed Itachi's back, wanting to struggle but not daring to exert himself, and then he put his hands on Itachi's shoulders, straightened up and looked at Itachi with heavy eyes, wanting Itachi to know his dissatisfaction and retreat.

"Take you to the bath." Itachi's eyebrows were crooked, calmly avoiding his gaze, but instead hugging him harder, walking straight in the direction of the bathroom.

The white boy struggled, the weasel hugged him even tighter, and after a rush of ping-pong, the room finally fell silent.

The white boy looked at the water that didn't reach his chest, and felt a burst of anger - how many times has it been? Why was it pressed in again?!

He couldn't help but glance sideways at the man sitting across from him with an unkind look again.

As a result, the weasel seemed to have not received a murderous look at all, and continued to grab the white boy's wrist with one hand, and with the other hand, he helped the white boy wipe his body with a towel.

The white boy looked at the weasel and simply let it fiddle motionlessly.

Itachi was also sitting naked/naked across the bathtub, at this time he was lowering his head, his expression was serious, his dark eyes were slightly lowered, his long eyelashes were stained with moisture, wet as if he could reflect bright light, his lips, which had been morbidly white, were also red, moist and damp, and his always indifferent facial expression softened.

The gaze continues to move downward, and the collarbone is beautiful and distinct, with graceful lines protruding on both sides, and a simple necklace is attached to it.

The long silence not only did not bring embarrassment to this side of the space, but instead created a faint ambiguous atmosphere, humid and warm water vapor filled the two of them, and the sound of cloth rubbing and water droplets falling from time to time came from the small bathtub.

The white boy blinked, then pursed his lips slightly.

The rippling hot water can't hide any of the details under the water, and he can see the beautiful and smooth pectoral muscles with two points of pink dotted on it, and down the well-textured abs and the beautiful mermaid line...... Itachi is not as thin as it seems.

The white boy skimmed his eyes, and he felt a little hot.

He clearly remembered that he was a monster, most of the monsters were naked/naked/body, he had killed countless monsters in order to snatch the demon power, he had seen countless banshees' unconcealed breasts/breasts, and he had also seen the naked/exposed bodies of the male banshees, and he was indifferent to those, but he couldn't help but glance at it when he was opposite Itachi.

He sensed a temptation.

Unlike the temptation brought to him by the strength and the Jade of the Four Souls, it was another attraction that made him unfamiliar, and even his special physique couldn't help but feel hot.

"Haven't you gotten used to it yet?"

The deep voice was inexplicably magnetic, so that the white boy couldn't help but curl up his fingers: "Don't speak!" ”

The corners of his mouth raised more perfectly, and Itachi muttered in a low voice: "Just like a cat......"

I hate bathing, and I will blow up my hair.

The white boy snorted coldly, his brows furrowed, and the expression on his face was full of patience and annoyance: "I said don't talk!" ”

Then the white boy heard a low chuckle.

The laughter stirred up faint water lines, and the white boy's brows furrowed even more, and he could even feel the slight itchy touch brought by the layers of water lines touching his skin.

Does he feel like he's being teased? Tease? No, it's not these two words, he doesn't know what words to use to describe this feeling, but it's ...... He didn't want to face it, he wanted to run away, he was a little ashamed but not angry.

The cloth towel wiping his chest disappeared, and the white boy breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, but the familiar feeling came again in the next moment! He was lifted up like a child by the ferret's armpit again! The sound of the water sounded, and he was turned around and put on his lap by the ferret!

"What are you doing!"

"Wipe your back."

“……”

The hand on his waist and abdomen made it impossible for the white boy to escape, and he wanted to get angry and want to kill, but in the end he still endured and let the weasel move.

Itachi bent his legs and asked the white boy to sit on his lower abdomen with his legs spread out, and then he wrapped one hand around the white boy's waist to prevent the white boy from escaping, and with the other hand he gently pressed the white boy's back to make him lie forward on his lap.

What caught his eye was a piece of fair and shiny skin, and the water droplets flowed down the slightly concave back line, never entering the groin, and the weasel was slightly stunned, and then shook his head with a smile, feeling that he was thinking too much.

He continued to unmindfully unwind the long hair that was attached to the white boy's back, and the towel in his hand was damp and covered again.

"Are you alright?" The white boy's voice was flat, but Itachi heard the meaning of giving up the struggle and helplessness.

The body in his arms finally warmed up from no temperature, and Itachi finally breathed a sigh of relief and felt a lot more comfortable. He smiled and let go of the hand that was holding the white boy's waist and abdomen, and lifted him up again, so that the white boy leaned back against him on the edge of the bathtub.

Knowing that the white boy would not run again, he no longer tried to imprison the other party, he grabbed one of the white boy's feet with one hand, and then rinsed it seriously with the shower head.

The white boy lay on the bathtub, his eyes closed as if he was asleep.

"Let's put on a pair of shoes."

"Don't."

"A lot of the roads are dirty."

"Feet don't get dirty."

"What if my foot is scratched by gravel?"

"No, it won't."

"What if?"

"Shut up, you're annoying."

"Put on your shoes."

"Nope."

Since he finally couldn't resist asking the white boy barefoot question more than a year ago, Itachi has been thinking about it almost all the time, and has tried to get the white boy to wear shoes when he has the opportunity, but it has ended in failure.

It's the same this time.

Itachi pursed his lips and said nothing more.

After carefully washing the white boy thoroughly, the weasel stood up, and at the same time easily took the white boy into his arms with one hand, and the other hand quickly picked up the large bath towel prepared on the side and wrapped the white boy.

The white boy couldn't bear to push the weasel away and jumped out of his arms: "Don't treat me like a child!" Don't hold me! With that, he turned and ran barefoot out of the bathroom.

"The clothes are on the edge of the bed."

Then the weasel heard the child's grumpy voice: "This is not my dress!" ”

"I sealed it up and threw it away."

"How many pieces of clothing have you thrown away from me?! I've said they're not dirty! Not dirty! ”

"I bought you those clothes before."

Immediately there was no sound outside.

Itachi sat back down in the tub and couldn't help but bend his eyebrows, the corners of his mouth curled widely. He pursed his lips and couldn't hold back a smile, but his chest trembled and trembled, and he didn't stop until the corners of his eyes were wet.

――It's really, so happy, people like him deserve to be happy.

The white boy is very single-minded and affectionate, no matter how he treats people or things.

The demon horse Yanhoof is his only psychic beast, and the white hunting suit is his eternal attire, refusing to wear shoes, refusing to wear a robe, refusing to wear a hat, and even the ring was taken off by him within a few days.

He always looks moody, cold and tyrannical, but he doesn't lose his temper at every turn, and Itachi knows that White Boy has a high tolerance for him, so he will try to do something within this range that makes White Boy dislike.

He will get angry when he throws away his clothes, but in the end he will accept the new clothes; Forcing him to take a bath, he will blow up his hair, but in the end he will still obediently lie on his lap; And let him sleep, eat, and come into contact with ordinary people......

He didn't know what had happened to the white boy in the six years since he disappeared, but he really wanted to try to bring the white boy back to the growth track of a normal child, so that he could live a normal life, instead of fighting and killing all day long, immersed in the bloody rain.

-- The white boy should not live the same life as him.

Suddenly, the ferret frowned, gritted his teeth, and forcibly endured the tingling of his throat and the smell of blood.

He sped himself up to finish washing, and when he was dressed, he couldn't help but spit the blood into the sink, and then quickly turned on the faucet to flush the red blob away.

After rinsing his mouth, Itachi walked out of the bathroom steadily, the calm expression on his face concealed the sudden qiē before, he looked ahead, the white boy was wearing a new hunting robe with a light blue pattern on a white background, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking at the scroll.

"What are you looking at?"

The white boy glanced at the weasel and put away the scroll: "You vomited blood?" ”

Itachi looked at the white boy and did not answer.

"Don't doubt my sensitivity to the smell of blood." He could even feel the breath of monsters dozens of miles away, but there were no monsters in this world.

Itachi hooked the corners of his mouth and walked over to sit next to Bai Tongzi: "It's just that after drinking the medicine, the blood bleeds that caused the blood to attack, and after spitting it out, it was much more comfortable." ”

"Really?" After casually asking rhetorically, the white boy raised his chin in the direction of the table, "Keep drinking, the ghost shark was boiled just now and sent over." ”