线上配资炒股

Chapter 388 Have You Washed Your Feet?

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Naruto couldn\'t help but think, ‘What’s with that surprised tone?’

He sneaked a glance at the grandmother and, as expected, her expression didn\'t look good. He sighed quietly.

After dinner, he cleaned up the dishes.

At over 180 centimeters tall, he hunched awkwardly over the small sink, his hands moving skillfully. Once finished, he leaned against the door to rest, leaving the dishes to dry on the rack.

Under the dim light, he instinctively reached for a glass of water. Before coming to this world, he used to smoke, but since crossing over, he had given it up. Mainly because there was nothing particularly troubling him, and he wasn’t addicted either. Drinking more water seemed like a better choice.

"Thanks for the hard work!" Ino appeared out of nowhere, holding a glass of water in her hand, and handed it to him with a smile, "Here, I guessed you were looking for this?"

"Thanks." Naruto accepted the glass without hesitation.

"You really guessed right. How did you know grandma would agree to let you cook?" Ino stood beside him and asked curiously.

"Before I answer that, where\'s your grandma?" He asked.

"Grandma is tired, so she went to rest." Ino replied.

"That\'s good." Naruto took a sip of water, then lazily glanced at her, "Your grandma is narrow-minded. If she hears us talking about this, we might be in trouble."

"What are you talking about?" Ino lightly punched his arm, "Don’t talk about her like that."

"Alright, alright. I won’t."

When it came to little things like this, Naruto didn’t mind indulging Ino. Cooking for her grandmother was just a way to make her happy, a minor task for him.

Regardless of how successful it was, Ino was bound to be pleased.

"Your grandmother’s pretty tsundere, huh? She probably thinks I’m your boyfriend, which is why she wants to boss me around." Naruto commented, "If it were me, I’d probably want to test the waters, too."

"Is it that simple?"

"What else? After this period of time, she knows she might not get another chance to check me out.” Naruto chuckled, continuing, “She’s definitely afraid that I will eat you up completely when I return?"@@novelbin@@

"No matter how tsundere she is, she will put aside her temper for you, just to make sure I’m not some shady guy."

"After all, your grandma still loves her granddaughter very much, she doesn\'t show it on her face. Who knows what she thinks of me in her heart? I bet deep down, she wants to chase me off with a broom for stealing her precious granddaughter."

"Ugh…" Ino didn\'t know what to say, "What do you mean by being eaten..."

"So, where are we sleeping tonight?" Naruto didn\'t dwell on the issue of eating cleanly, but instead became concerned about where to sleep at night.

"Want to sleep with me? In your dreams!" Ino stuck out her tongue, making a funny face before dashing off.

Naruto didn’t mind, placing the water glass aside. Standing in the dim hallway for a moment, he eventually turned and walked back to the living room.

The light in the bathroom was on, so Naruto simply sat down on the couch. The old lady had probably gone to bed a long time ago, and the living room was quiet, with an old crystal chandelier on the ceiling.

The bathroom light spilled into the hallway, casting a faint glow. The old, worn floorboards had lost their color but were impeccably clean, no doubt a result of the grandmother’s diligent cleaning.

The living room only had a small carpet under the couch, the rest of the rugs having been removed, likely because they were too difficult to wash.

Ino emerged from the bathroom in loose-fitting pajamas, her skin glowing with a soft pink hue, still steaming from her bath.

"You’ll sleep in the other room. I’ve cleaned it, so it should be good enough for a few nights." Ino said as she sat down on the opposite end of the couch, wiping her damp hair.

"What about you?" Naruto asked.

"I’m sleeping in the room next to Grandma. Give it up! There’s no way, absolutely no way you’re getting what you want! You pervert!" Ino teased, her face showing disdain, though her words seemed to contain a double meaning.

"You’re crossing the line saying that. I\'m not that shallow." He said while lying on the couch, staring at the ceiling.

"Yeah, right." Ino muttered, but her tone soon softened, "Still, thank you for coming with me to see Grandma. I…"

"Who made you beautiful?"

Ino: “…”

With that remark, Naruto stood up, ready to head to the shower. His clothes were stored in the seal space, so with a casual flick of his hand, he retrieved them. He grabbed a set of pajamas and was about to leave when Ino, still lying on the couch, asked, “What if I weren’t beautiful?”

"Then you\'d be a good person."

"What does that mean?" Ino didn’t quite understand, her soft lips parting slightly as she stared at him.

"Nothing, I\'m going to shower." He quickly made his exit.

By the time Naruto came out of the shower, Ino had already dried her hair, but instead of going back to her room, she sat demurely on the couch, concentrating on fiddling with something under the dim light.

As he approached, he realized she was tinkering with a communication device.

"Why did you bring that out?" Naruto asked, rubbing his hair with a towel. Leaning back into the couch, he glanced at her, "Paying respect to your grandma and squeezing in work? Isn’t that exhausting?"

"Well, it’s my own project, so it’s not that tiring." Ino replied, her interest piqued as she fiddled with what seemed like the latest generation of communication devices. Occasionally, she frowned as she worked.

"Which generation is that now?"

"Twelve." Ino responded without looking up.

"Sounds like it\'s almost ready. Once we get back, you should find some time to mention it to Tsunade-sama. It\'s about time to put it on the agenda." Naruto said.

"Huh? But I’m not sure yet. What if..." Ino looked up and looked at him nervously.

"Afraid of what? That there might be something better? Or that there could be vulnerabilities?" Naruto raised his hand, placed it on the armrest, and asked with narrowed eyes.

"Yes…" Ino hesitated for a moment, looking a bit downcast, "The village’s intelligence security can’t afford any mistakes. If something goes wrong, I could implicate both my father and Tsunade-sama."

"Don\'t think too much." Naruto said with a reassuring smile, "That’s easy to fix… just run more tests. Besides, the village really needs it, and Tsunade-sama also supports it, so just go for it with confidence."

"Mm." Ino nodded, lowering her head slightly, exposing the pale nape of her neck. She continued fiddling with the communicator, but her mind seemed stuck on Naruto\'s words, without any clear direction.

Naruto noticed her zoning out while gripping the communicator and decided to ask, "Have you washed your feet?"

"What!" Ino immediately became wary. Thinking that this person had a hidden foot fetish, she couldn\'t help but quickly tucked her pale feet away.

"Just asking."

"No way! You definitely want to touch them!"

"Yes, I suppose."

Ino: “…”

Now it was her turn to be speechless. After a long moment of silence, she looked up to find Naruto motioning for her to come over. The dimly lit living room was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

"What?" Ino asked, feeling a bit reluctant, but still shuffled over to sit next to him, keeping a small gap of about three hand widths between them.

"I want to kiss you."