Tsunade's several Shadow Clones bustled about preparing dinner, setting out the dishes Wu Yu and Tsunade herself liked one by one. They were quite satisfied with how much their cooking had improved.
"I'm saying—"
Then they all turned to the two people rolled into a ball on the sofa. "At least eat dinner first, will you?" One of them was even their own original body. This was ridiculous.
Wu Yu and Tsunade's clothes were disheveled, though they had not gone that far. They were merely stuck together on the sofa, hugging and nuzzling each other while saying all sorts of nonsense.
"All right, let's eat first." Tsunade, in her youthful appearance, smiled and pushed him away. At the same time, she slipped a hand into her shirt to adjust herself, then stood and smoothed out the wrinkles in her clothes, tied up her braid, casually dispelled several Shadow Clones, and pulled out two chairs.
As soon as Tsunade sat down, she crossed her long, toned legs, their whiteness almost dazzling.
"Still haven't had enough?" Tsunade asked with a bright smile, tapping the edge of a plate with her chopsticks in one hand while propping up her cheek with the other.
"Beauty never grows tiresome to admire," Wu Yu said.
Tsunade smiled softly.
Wu Yu sat down beside her and casually placed the gift box he had brought back by the table.
Tsunade opened it and found a red garment inside. It was exquisitely made and silky to the touch, but there seemed to be rather little fabric. What kind of style was this?
Curious, she took it out and unfolded it. She could not help laughing. "Fang Yao's red dudou? Is this a gift for me, or a gift for yourself?"
Seeing the flush on Tsunade's cheeks and her teasing