Under Zhang Miao's "earnest" insistence, Uzuki Yugao ultimately stayed in the house, though the result was somewhat different from what Zhang Miao had imagined.
At that moment, she was lying on Zhang Miao's bed with Naruto in her arms, while Zhang Miao lay on Naruto's little bed, clutching his ears, both of which had been twisted bright red, muttering despairingly.
"If you won't warm my bed, fine, but twisting someone's ears at the slightest disagreement—and neither ear was spared! I'm still a child! This is domestic abuse! I can't live like this anymore..."
As if she had heard Zhang Miao's muttering, Uzuki Yugao, who had appeared to be asleep, suddenly opened her eyes and looked at him threateningly.
"What did you say? Hmm?"
Zhang Miao jolted when he saw Uzuki Yugao looking over. "Uh... I was saying the world is so beautiful, I'm going to sleep now. Good night, mwah!"
After saying that, Zhang Miao pulled the blanket over his face and fell silent.
Seeing this, Uzuki Yugao, who had been keeping a straight face, immediately let out a snort of laughter. "Is this guy really the genius who stood shoulder to shoulder with Itachi Uchiha?"
As she watched Zhang Miao with his head covered by the blanket, three different sides of him that she had seen today surfaced in Uzuki Yugao's mind.
One was his domineering appearance when he had decisively defeated Itachi Uchiha in battle. Another was the focused look he had worn while carving wood. The last was the shameless way he had called her his "Eighteenth Concubine."
Thinking of this, a trace of curiosity flashed through Uzuki Yugao's eyes.
"Which one is the real you?"
Zhang Miao had no idea that a beautiful young girl was watching him. After pulling up the blanket, he quickly fell