Knowing Heaven Is Easy

With a click, the light was switched on.

Ino was stunned and stood there, too afraid to move.

She was only wrapped in a bath towel, completely exposed to the light, her thighs white and smooth, and her previous boldness vanished in an instant.

When Naruto realized that Ino was even cuter than he had imagined, his mind went blank, and he almost concluded that Mrs. Yamanaka must have taught her daughter some terrible skills.

History proves that human beauty begins with the act of wearing clothes. Just as mountains conceal water and water obscures mountains, people always praise the majestic and mysterious mountains shrouded in fog, and admire the spirit of rivers enveloped in mist.

The same applies to young girls.

Shakespeare used a sonnet to praise a close male friend, but that doesn't stop Naruto from using it on Ino.

His gaze was completely fixed on Ino, and it wasn't because of the large bath towel, but something else entirely. The girl's face was flushed, her lower lip was tightly clenched, and her eyes were timid, her movements clumsy.

At this moment, even though the view outside the balcony window was an endless midsummer night, a summer that even the gods praised, it could not compare to the beauty of the girl before him.

Ino, who was leaning against the sofa, couldn't take her eyes off Naruto either. She had only intended to play a little trick. But when she noticed Naruto's burning gaze as he approached with his coat, her breathing quickened.

It was an indescribable look in his eyes. Even though nothing had happened, it was as if a lifetime had passed in his gaze. In fact, the moment he looked away, it felt like a funeral was being held in my heart, ending on a rainy day.

Here are your clothes.

"Thank you." Ino reached out and took it, feeling a sense of loss.

Their eyes met, then they instinctively looked away.

After a long silence, Naruto stood up and said somewhat awkwardly.

"I'm going to take a bath."

Soaking three times a day would make even the Toad Sage shed three layers of skin, so he just wanted a simple bath to wash away the sweat from his body.

"You won't drink my bathwater, will you?"

"Huh? Don't just assume I'm that kind of weirdo! I'm a normal person!" Naruto said, somewhat annoyed. "In your mind, am I that kind of person?"

"Yes," Ino said, rubbing her face. "Some people even prepared aprons; I have no idea how to wear those things."

"I don't know either."

"You're lying! You clearly are!" Ino clenched her fists, unable to contain herself any longer. "You'd better not mention it again!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't peek while you were showering."

"What are you talking about! Peeping is the abnormal thing to do!" Ino was a little exasperated. "Anyway, if we take a bath now and then turn on the water, it might take a long time."

"If you don't mind, you can use mine."

"Not at all. To be precise, I just need to take a quick rinse," Naruto said. "I've already taken two showers today, it's just been too hot."

"Don't drink it secretly." Ino sternly, her ears turning slightly red.

"If we replace the Ino you use for bathing with milk or chocolate, that would be something we could consider, but it's just plain water. In essence, it tastes no different from boiled water from the kitchen."

Naruto stood there, stroking his chin with a serious expression, and began to express his unbelievable insights.

When Ino was stunned and completely forgot what she was going to say.

"Well, if it's not a liquid but a solid, then it's a different story. For example, things like flower petals and jelly are more acceptable to the public, no, to be precise, they should be very popular."

"Generally speaking, the fetish of wanting to drink bathwater is usually a pleasant fantasy that arises in a fixed, small, and extremely private place."

"Stop talking! Ahh!!" Ino huddled on the sofa, clutching her head as if her soul had been corrupted, her eyes completely losing their luster.

"Oh, right." Naruto took down his change of clothes from the balcony and said to Ino, who was questioning her life, as he passed the sofa, "I don't need to imagine it, because Ino is already beautiful enough."

"Beautiful?" Ino's eyes gradually regained their luster.

The bathroom door slammed shut.

Ino, panting softly, straightened up and glanced towards the bathroom. With a soft groan, she collapsed onto the sofa, her face deeply flushed.

Then he remembered Naruto's unwavering gaze, and immediately felt a sense of satisfaction. Although his technique was clumsy, the effect was unexpectedly good.

Ino's heart pounded on the sofa, her eyelids drooped slightly, and her body temperature rose rapidly; she was about to collapse. A wave of shame and exhaustion washed over her, and her mind became foggy.

Click.

When Naruto came out of the bathroom, he was covered in sweat. He wanted to tease Ino some more, but he found that she had already fallen asleep on the sofa.

Looking up at the clock on the wall, I saw it was already past two in the morning.

The Yamanaka Flower Shop wasn't exactly close to Naruto. In fact, Ino had already made three trips there last night, and she was probably exhausted by now. Once things quieted down, she could easily fall asleep suddenly.

To be honest, Ino's sleeping posture was surprisingly stunning; her mouth was slightly open as she breathed softly. The living room light was bright enough to hear a pin drop, and in the quiet, you could hear her gentle breathing.

The girl, wrapped in a bath towel, fell asleep on the sofa without any warning, a shock that was too great for Naruto. He took several deep breaths and adjusted his heart rate before calming down.

Try to keep your eyes off those horribly white legs and avoid focusing on those sensitive areas. Mentally chant Thomas the Tank Engine to help yourself enter Sage Mode.

If you lose your composure at a time like this, the consequences will likely be dire.

He didn't think that if he did something he shouldn't have, Ino woke up, and he would most likely be thrown out like trash.

The bath towel was already showing signs of loosening, and after thinking for a moment, Naruto decided to carry Ino to the bed.

After mentally preparing himself, he carefully wrapped one arm around Ino's bent thigh. With his other arm behind her neck, he gently lifted the curled-up sleeping Ino.

Fortunately, Ino seemed to be sleeping soundly, her breathing still even, showing no signs of waking up. Naruto moved very gently, placing her on the bed, but did not leave immediately.

This is his room, which has been dark from the beginning. It's too familiar and too simple, so there's no need to turn on the lights.

The living room light was enough to see, but he could only make out a rough outline. He stood by the bed for a while, staring at Ino's blurry sleeping posture for half a minute.

Suddenly, he sighed for no reason, turned around and rummaged in the wardrobe to find a thin blanket, covered Ino with it, and then left the room.

Click, the door closed, and the last glimmer of light in the room disappeared.