Good night

The hunter couldn't bring himself to kill her, so he let Snow White go. The princess fled into the forest, but quickly lost her way. She wandered through the forest until she finally saw a small house.

As Koki narrated, she would occasionally pause to gently fan Itachi with her Gunbai, her movements very tender.

"However, the wicked witch did not give up her pursuit of Snow White. She learned of Snow White's hiding place, so she disguised herself as an old woman and came to the little house. She tricked Snow White into eating a poisoned apple."

Fortunately, the seven dwarfs arrived in time and saved Snow White's life, finally reviving her with a kiss of true love and giving her a new lease on life.

"Okay, I'm done talking. Aren't you sleepy yet?"

Koki's lengthy narration finally came to an end, but his own eyelids slowly drooped as he finished speaking, almost sinking into a dream.

He turned his head slightly and found that Itachi's bright eyes were still sparkling with excitement, like the most brilliant star in the night sky, without the slightest sign of fatigue.

In his heart, he secretly planned that once his younger brother fell into a deep sleep, he could quietly go and check on Shisui's condition.

"I'm not sleepy at all, brother," Itachi replied with a beaming smile, lying on the soft bed.

Koki stared intently into Itachi's clear, lake-like eyes, a strange sense of guilt welling up inside her.

It seemed that the younger brother's innocent eyes pierced through the surface and saw through the secrets deep within his heart.

Koki awkwardly touched the tip of his nose, trying to reassure himself: how could a mere child like Itachi understand his plans? His younger brother had always been well-behaved; it must be his overthinking.

"Brother, you should lie down and rest too." Itachi's gentle voice broke Koki's reverie. He turned his head and saw Itachi waving his arm and gently patting the spot next to him.

"Okay." With a short "okay," the Gunbai was gently placed on the bedside table, and then Koki slowly lay down next to her younger brother.

As Koki slowly lay down, Itachi rushed over without hesitation.

Koki caught her beloved little brother steadily.

Ah, that feels so good.

The moment it was caught by its brother, Itachi felt as if it were gently enveloped in that embrace, its breath filled with Koki's scent.

Itachi was confused as he pondered, since they were all using the same toiletries.

But the reality is that he was indeed surrounded by this feeling of security, even if it wasn't a real scent, just the fresh fragrance left by laundry detergent.

With Koki's comforting words, Itachi gradually calmed down, and his tense body relaxed.

He closed his eyes, buried his face in his brother's arms, and instinctively nuzzled against him twice.

"Alright, alright, aren't you hot?" Koki's voice carried a hint of doting affection as he chuckled softly, feeling Itachi's warmth and dependence in his arms.

Despite the unbearable heat of the summer night, at this moment, all the heat seemed to melt away with the ferret's body heat.

A shy smile appeared on Itachi's face. He knew that his actions might make the two of them even more unbearably hot, but his attachment to his brother was irresistible.

He looked up and gazed into Koki's gentle eyes, and the unease and restlessness in his heart quietly dissipated.

"Brother, your embrace always makes me feel so safe and secure," Itachi whispered, his voice tinged with a childlike whine.

Koki gently combed Itachi's hair, his movements slow and methodical, like a summer night breeze bringing coolness and comfort.

"Whenever you need me, my arms will always be open for you." Koki's words were simple and sincere. He didn't need fancy words; this silent promise was enough to make Itachi feel safe and secure.

On this dull summer night, the two brothers leaned on each other quietly, the hum of the fan like a gentle lullaby, weaving time into a soothing and tranquil chapter.

The night sky was like spilled ink, with twinkling stars, like countless fine silver dustes scattered on the deep sky, shimmering with a faint glow.

Koki to him, his eyelids grew heavy. His consciousness drifted in the warm embrace and the gentle night breeze, like a feather floating on a tranquil ocean.

It seems there's still something left undone...

Koki's thoughts gradually blurred, and the trivialities and worries of daily life seemed to be gently blown away by the night breeze and disappeared into the boundless night. His soul was bathed in an unprecedented tranquility.

What is it...?

Finally, Koki's eyelids succumbed to sleepiness and slowly closed, obscuring her once bright and vibrant eyes.

Oh well, whatever, I'm just too sleepy, I'll get some sleep first.

Koki's body tilted gently, finally finding the most comfortable position, leaning tightly against the person beside him. His breathing became steady and deep, accompanied by the faint hum of the fan. His soul seemed to drift with the rhythm to another world, a world filled with sweet dreams and endless joy.

In the quiet night, Itachi lay peacefully on his bed, his gentle eyes gazing quietly at Koki sleeping beside him. Her serene sleeping face was like a beautiful painting, bringing peace to the mind, as if embraced by a warm dream.

Just stay with me...

Itachi gazed at his brother's peaceful and unguarded face, a warm feeling welling up inside him, as if the whole world had softened at that moment, and his heart was immersed in this tranquility and warmth.

He silently prayed that this unique tenderness would stay only for him.

Itachi withdrew his hand and gently adjusted his position to get closer to his brother.

Itachi could feel the warmth emanating from Koki, a comforting warmth that soothed the soul, like an invisible yet sturdy barrier that kept the world's noise and chaos at bay.

"Goodnight, brother." Itachi gently closed his eyes, the smile still on his lips, his heart filled with contentment and happiness.

In the quiet night, with his brother by his side, Itachi felt incredibly safe and secure. He could simply bask in this warmth and peace without worrying about anything else.

As time passed, Itachi's breathing gradually synchronized with Koki's, and following his brother's rhythm, he slowly and deeply drifted into a sweet dream.