The domineering Uchiha drove the Third Hokage mad!

Chapter 317 Perverted Uncle, Hug Me in the Bedroom... Okay?

Temari felt the scenery change in an instant, and the two of them returned to her home.

Seeing the familiar surroundings, her heart raced uncontrollably, and her cheeks flushed slightly.

"You lecherous old man... you took me home... do you... have some feelings for me too?!"

Temari tilted her head slightly, meeting Mitsumine's smiling eyes.

Sanfeng gently released his hand, the soft touch of her waist still lingering on his fingertips.

"I saw you were all sweaty, so I took you home. What's wrong, are you unhappy?"

"happy."

Temari bit her lower lip, then suddenly stood on tiptoe, hooked her arms around Mitsumine's neck, and gently pressed her lips to his.

He instinctively tightened his arms, pulling her even closer to him, wanting to melt all the longing of the past five months into this kiss.

But just as he was about to apply a little pressure to her lips, Temari pushed him away abruptly like a startled rabbit.

She took two steps back, her eyes darting away, not daring to look at him, her ears so red they looked like they could bleed.

"I...I'll go back to my room first...to wash up..."

Temari's voice trembled as she turned and ran towards the bedroom.

She took a couple of steps, then suddenly turned back, glaring at him fiercely: "You lecherous old man, I won't let you leave! Wait for me!"

Uchiha Mitsunori sat on the sofa, looking at her tightly closed bedroom door, and couldn't help but chuckle softly.

This girl, despite being incredibly shy, insists on acting fierce, making her far more vivid than the sensible and pitiful Temari from the original work.

In the bedroom, Temari leaned against the door, covering her burning cheeks, her mind filled with the image of the kiss she had just shared.

She looked down at her dusty ninja uniform and slapped her forehead in annoyance. "Oh no! I was so focused on getting 'compensation' that I completely forgot about all the sweat and dust on me... Will he think I'm sloppy?"

She walked quickly to the bathroom, where the warm water washed away her fatigue and gradually cleared her mind.

Recalling the tenderness in Sanfeng's eyes just now, she couldn't help but smile at herself in the mirror. Although the five-month wait had been long, the excitement she felt at this moment brought her even more joy than cultivating to Celestial Mode.

After washing up, Temari dried her hair and walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a pink bath towel.

She took a deep breath, deliberately slowed her pace, and as she reached the bedroom door, she straightened the edges of her bath towel in front of the mirror before taking light steps toward the living room.

"You lecherous old man, do you think I'm beautiful?"

Temari had barely shown half her body when she tilted her head and giggled at Mitsumine, her voice carrying a deliberate air of coquettishness.

The pink bath towel smelled fresh after a shower.

The skirt wrapped just up to the knees, revealing slender yet firm calves, the result of years of ninjutsu training.

Upon hearing the voice, Uchiha Mitsunori put down the manual, his gaze falling on her, and his breath hitched for a moment.

"You come to see me dressed like this? Aren't you afraid I'll become lustful and take advantage of you!"

"It would be great if you bullied me!"

Temari walked briskly to him, then sat down on the armrest of the sofa next to him, her knee lightly brushing against his arm.

"I'm your fiancée, what's wrong with dressing like this? Besides, I'm already 16! In the Land of Wind, 16-year-old girls can get married. Or is it that you, lecherous old man, have too many beautiful women around you and have already forgotten about your fiancée?"

As she spoke, she reached out and gently poked Sanfeng's chest, her eyes full of slyness: "I've heard that even your female secretaries fawn over you in the Water Kingdom's palace. Aren't they gentler than me? And better at being charming than me?"

Actually, she wasn't worried at all; she just enjoyed seeing Sanfeng nervous.

She loved hearing him say, "Only you are different." This feeling of being the only one she loved made her feel more at ease than any ninjutsu.

Uchiha Mitsunori grasped her mischievous hand, a wave of tenderness washing over him.

He suddenly remembered Temari from the original work: she lost her mother at the age of three, and her father was a busy Kazekage. At such a young age, she had to shoulder the responsibility of taking care of her two younger brothers. Even her smiles were filled with cautious maturity, and she never dared to be so unrestrained in her affection or teasing. But now, the Temari in front of him had a light in her eyes, dared to love and hate, and was as vibrant as a flower in spring.

This was a precious gift he received after saving Garuda and changing the original history.

"Silly girl."

Uchiha Mitsunori lowered his head and gently kissed her forehead: "No matter how gentle others are, they won't be like you, daring to mention 'compensation' to me, daring to poke my chest and tease me; no matter how good others are at acting cute, they won't be like you, clearly shy but still pretending to be fierce. No matter how many people are around me, the only one I've ever truly cherished is you."

Temari's heart skipped a beat, her cheeks flushed even more, but she deliberately kept a straight face: "You know how to talk! But... you just said in the woods 'afraid you couldn't help yourself,' what couldn't you help yourself to?"

She leaned closer to him, her voice lower, her warm breath brushing against his lips, deliberately teasing: "Is it that you can't help but want to tease me, or that you can't help... liking me?"

Uchiha Mitsunori was taken aback by her question, then chuckled softly and kissed her reddened earlobe: "What do you think?"

His lips brushed lightly against her earlobe, sending a shiver through her body as if she had been struck by lightning. She instinctively shrank into his arms.

"You lecherous old man! You're bullying me again!"

Temari reached out and covered his mouth, but instead of pushing him away, she gently pressed her hand against his lips, feeling his warm breath seeping through her fingers.

She could clearly hear her own heartbeat, as loud as a drumbeat, and even the air felt sweet.

Uchiha Mitsunori grasped her wrist, gently moved it away, and lowered his head to place a light kiss on her palm: "What's wrong with bullying you? You're my fiancée. If I don't bully you, am I supposed to let others bully you?"

Temari nestled obediently in his arms, her scent mingling with his, making her close her eyes and a slight smile creep onto her lips.

"Uncle Pervert, my mom always tells me that if you like someone, you should boldly tell them. Don't be like her back then, who clearly liked my father but was always too shy to say it..."

Uchiha Mitsumine paused, looking down at her leaning against him, his heart filled with tenderness.

"Your mother is right."

He was very grateful that he had absorbed the One-Tailed Beast's chakra back then, allowing Karura to survive and Temari to have a complete family, and to express her love so unreservedly, without having to hide all her emotions in her heart like in the original story.

"Perverted old man, kiss me..."

Temari took the initiative to hook her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply until her breathing became rapid...

"Perverted old man, please carry me back to the bedroom... okay?"

Uchiha Mitsunaga kissed her lips and gently lifted her up in his arms...