I, the stepfather of the ninja world!

For example, now, after chatting with her for a while, Kimura went next door. It has been half an hour and he has not come back yet.

Xiang Xun sighed secretly, but understood that this was a necessary sacrifice and Kimura had to form a new bond.

In the future, Kimura will have more and more women. As one of them, she must try her best to grab a part of Kimura's love! She can't be outdone by other women!

Xiang Xun cheered up, rubbed her brows, relaxed her brows, glanced at her baby daughter who was eating snacks on the sofa, and then continued to concentrate on reading the best-selling book - "Top Secret! The Secret of Marriage That Cannot Be Revealed!"

At the same time, in the Yuyin Affairs Office next door.

Kimura and Konan sat on small oval sofas, separated by a coffee table.

There are a lot of documents on the coffee table.

Kimura worked so hard last night, so of course he would not be in vain.

At this moment, based on the known information about Yuyin, he analyzed the development direction and strategy of Yuyin to Xiaonan.

Konan received very little education, and only studied under Jiraiya for three years. Therefore, she did not know how to develop the village, and simply sold Explosive Talismans to make money. The current policies of Yugakure are basically the same as those of Hanzo's time.

After listening to Kimura's analysis, Xiaonan suddenly understood. He was impressed by his profound knowledge and unique vision, and kept taking notes.

After Kimura finished speaking, the office fell into silence.

Xiaonan needed enough time to absorb and digest the new knowledge. She stared at her notes and thought actively.

Kimura was not idle either, with his eyes lowered, silently admiring Xiaonan's beauty. Although the relationship is not yet there and he cannot make any moves, it is good to satisfy his eyes.

Xiaonan sat upright on the sofa, head down, holding a notebook in his left hand and writing and drawing on it with his right hand from time to time.

A pair of beautiful eyes, shining with a faint light, reflected the words on the paper; thin and tender red lips, slightly pursed, with soft lines.

Her face, which already had a cold and elegant temperament, now looked even colder and more beautiful with her focused expression.

It has both the youthful vigor and beauty of a twenty-year-old woman and the maturity that comes from the vicissitudes of life.

If you don't know her, you will definitely think that she is difficult to get along with and it is difficult to become friends with her.

that's the truth.

Xiaonan has gone through a lot of hardships and has long since closed his heart and no longer trusts others easily.

To this day, the only friends she trusts are Nagato, a friend she grew up with, and Kimura, who once accurately exposed Hanzo's conspiracy.

……

Xiaonan was carefully digesting his notes, but suddenly, he encountered a difficult problem. After thinking about it for a long time, he still couldn't figure it out, so he asked Kimura for help.

It's a bit inconvenient to ask for advice across the coffee table.

Konan simply stood up, walked to Kimura's side, bent down and presented the notebook to Kimura, pointing the tip of his pen at a line of text on it.

She was wearing a silk shirt today with all the buttons buttoned. Even when she bent over, the collar still fit tightly against her snow-white neck without revealing the slightest gap.

Kimura glanced at her collar imperceptibly, sighed secretly, and swept his eyes over her beautiful cheek so close to him.

Then, he sniffed the faint and delicate fragrance, gathered his consciousness, and explained it to her in detail.

After listening to this, Xiaonan fell into deep thought again. She did not return to her original position, but stood beside Kimura so that she could ask for advice at any time.

Kimura was sitting on the sofa, his head just at the level of her waist. If he glanced down slightly, he could see her long, beautiful legs.

Xiaonan was not wearing stockings today, only a short skirt, and her warm coat was hung on the hanger by the door. At this moment, she showed her natural beauty without any embellishment.

The fair skin of the legs looks even whiter and more eye-catching against the tan floor.

His legs were straight, with well-proportioned bones and flesh, and they were closed together without any gap, forming a seamless whole, like a porcelain bottle that was wide at the top and narrow at the bottom.

Because it was so close, Kimura didn't need to open his Sharingan to see the light blue blood vessels in her skin. These little embellishments made her skin look not pale, but fair.

Xiaonan was wearing low-heeled ninja boots today, revealing her ten slender white toes. Her toenails were painted with purple nail polish, which made her toes look pink and white like tender onions, exuding the elegant charm of a work of art.

Kimura looked down silently admiring the art.

Not long after, the slender toes suddenly moved.

Kimura raised his eyebrows slightly, his train of thought was interrupted by this action. When he came to his senses, he suddenly realized that the office was too quiet.

Even the sound of the pen moving across the paper disappeared.

Kimura realized something was wrong instantly, raised his eyelids, and met Konan's downward gaze.

Kimura was stunned and felt a little embarrassed.

After all, staring at a woman's feet is not very polite and may even be a bit harassing.

We can’t leave such a bad impression when working together for the first time.

Kimura thought nervously, and then an idea suddenly occurred to him. He quickly explained, "The color of the nail polish is very good, clear and ethereal, much better looking than the common purple nail polish on the market!"

"I was just so entranced that I thought if my wife wore this kind of nail polish, it would probably look good on her too!"

"..."

Xiaonan narrowed his eyes, his eyes flickered slightly, and for a moment it was difficult to tell whether he was telling the truth or a lie.

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Out of trust in Kimura, Konan finally tends to believe that he is telling the truth.

So, she said calmly, "I made the nail polish myself. If you like it, Yejun, I can give you a few bottles and let your wife apply it for you when you get home."

"Thank you!"

Kimura successfully got away with it, a sunny smile on his face, but he was secretly alert in his heart.

The last time I stared at Xiaonan's waist, she noticed it.

This time, I was staring at her feet and was also discovered.

There is no such thing as a third time. I should be more careful next time. If I am caught again, I will not be able to explain myself. I can't do this again before Xiaonan develops feelings for me.

Be careful next time! Stay hidden!

Kimura secretly learned his lesson, then smiled, pointed to the notebook, and asked with concern: "Is there anything else you don't understand?"

"No more." Xiaonan shook his head, "Thank you for your explanation, Yejun."

After saying that, she closed her notebook, left Kimura, returned to her original position, pressed her skirt, and slowly sat down on the sofa.

Due to the details of her movements, the hem of her skirt did not rise up when she sat down, avoiding possible exposure.

Kimura's eyes flickered slightly, realizing that although Xiaonan had revealed the secret, he still had some grudge in his heart.

After all, when Xiaonan sat down before, she didn't deliberately press down her skirt.

If you do something wrong, you will eventually have to pay the price.

Kimura sighed secretly. He had originally planned to invite Xiaonan to go on vacation to the seaside, but now it seems that there is no chance.

But, let's ask anyway.

What if she agrees?

Kimura smiled with a fantasy in his mind, "I'm going to go on vacation with my family and friends next week. Would you like to come and relax with us?"

Konan shook her head and declined, "You guys go ahead. I want to stay in Konoha and learn more about the strongest ninja village in the ninja world."

Kimura was rejected as expected, but couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

However, Konan was not wary of his sexual intentions, but really wanted to investigate the richest ninja village in the ninja world.

Kimura agreed with a smile: "You have a good idea! No matter how much I analyze, it is better for you to see it with your own eyes. Perhaps you can find more advanced designs and transplant them from Konoha to Amegakure."

"Ah."

Xiaonan smiled faintly and nodded.

……

Late at night, thousands of lights are on.

In the Uchiha clan's territory, at the Xiangqian family and the Kushina family, everything was normal and the lights were turned off early.

At Mikoto's house, the lights were turned off today, which was rare. Only the faint white light was on in the yard, illuminating the flowers and plants.

At the same time, thousands of miles away, in the Hidden Cloud Village on top of the mountains.

In Samui's bedroom.

Samui suddenly woke up and shivered. He felt a chill running up his legs and spreading throughout his body.

However, the familiar rough touch of the palm did not appear.

That guy didn't come!

Samui heaved a sigh of relief.

Then, a hint of self-mockery appeared at the corner of his mouth. It was evening, not afternoon, and it was impossible for Kimura to come and attack. This was not in line with his daily routine.

Samui came to his senses, sat up and looked, and found that the quilt had been kicked away at some point, revealing two long snow-white legs.

The bedroom window was opened a little, and the night mountain breeze blew in slowly, bringing with it moisture and coldness.

No wonder I was woken up by the cold.

Samui shrank his legs, tidied up the messy hair on his forehead, and looked down at his daughter beside him.

Unfortunately, the view was blocked by the soft white moonlight.

Samui could only cross his arms to keep his vision unobstructed.

The little guy was sleeping soundly, with his small blanket covering him tightly.

Samuel smiled and gently touched his daughter's head. Then, he got out of bed quietly and closed the window completely.

When I returned to the bed, I no longer had the desire to continue sleeping.

The damp and cold mountain wind was blocked, but it also took away her sleepiness.

Samui sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at her sleeping daughter.

The little guy's eyelashes were trembling slightly, obviously he was dreaming; the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, probably he was having a sweet dream, I don't know if he was dreaming about delicious food, or fun things, or maybe he was dreaming about his parents.

Kimura Yue inherited the genes of Samui and Kimurano very well. His hair color and appearance are very similar to Samui, but there is also the shadow of Kimurano in his eyebrows and eyes, especially the way he looks at people.

Ma Buyi once guessed that the little guy probably inherited Kimura's Sharingan bloodline limit, and if he's lucky, he might even have the Byakugan.

Every time Samui looked into her daughter's eyes, she seemed to see Kimura. She didn't like Kimura, but she would never hate her daughter, which made her feel very conflicted.

If my initial impression of Kimura was one of extreme disgust, now it is very complicated.

It is difficult to cut off the love and hatred.

Samui couldn't help but sigh, and then he shuddered again.

Although the windows were closed, the chill brought by the mountain breeze still remained.

She sat on the edge of the bed without a blanket to keep warm. She was even colder than before. Her legs had unconsciously come together, her calves pressed tightly together, her feet were also folded together, and her toes were slightly curled up.

Samui stroked his cold arms with his hands, walked barefoot on the carpet, slowly came to the closet, gently took out a mink cloak, put it on, and immediately felt much warmer.

Considering that her daughter would cry when she woke up and couldn't see her mother, Samui did not leave the bedroom. She just sat on the sofa by the window, quietly looking at the misty clouds outside the window.

It's late at night and I'm alone awake, so my mind can't help but be wandering.

From the various preferential treatments after returning to the village, he thought of his daughter, and then associated her with her father, Kimura.

My good friend Ma Buyi reminded me of her master, Kimura Ye.

From his good friend Yukito, he thought of the last mission they had carried out together, and then thought of the enemy who interrupted the mission - Kimura...

Samui thought a lot, and in the end, without exception, the figure of Kimura emerged in his mind and could not be shaken off.

Samui frowned, feeling somewhat helpless, and lowered his head silently.

My vision was completely blocked and my shoulders felt slumped.

Looking at this scene so close at hand, she couldn't help but think of Kimura's greedy and smug face.

Samui raised his head and sighed, rubbed his slightly sore shoulders, and could only look further away.

His feet were resting on the coffee table, with the hem of his mink cloak resting on his soles.

The feet are beautifully shaped, with the arches of the feet being just right.

The toes painted with bright nail polish are particularly eye-catching under the cold moonlight.