Temari only felt the scenery in front of her change, and the two of them were back in her home.
Seeing the familiar surroundings, her heart rate uncontrollably sped up, and a faint blush appeared on her cheeks.
"Lustful uncle, you brought me home. Does that mean you... have some thoughts about me?"
Temari tilted her head slightly, meeting Shun's smiling eyes.
Shun gently released his hand, the soft touch of her waist still lingering on his palm.
"I saw you were all sweaty, so I brought you home. What, are you not happy?"
"Happy."
Temari bit her lower lip, then suddenly stood on her tiptoes, wrapped her arms around Shun's neck, and lightly pressed her lips against his.
Shun subconsciously tightened his arms, pulling her closer into his embrace, wanting to pour all the longing of the past five months into this kiss.
But just as his lips pressed a little harder, Temari suddenly pushed him away like a startled bunny.
She retreated two steps, her gaze flitting away, not daring to look at him, her earlobes extremely red.
"I... I'll go back to my room first... to wash up..."
Temari's voice trembled as she turned and ran towards the bedroom.
After two steps, she suddenly turned back, glaring at him with feigned fierceness. "Lustful uncle, I forbid you to leave. Wait for me."
Shun sat on the sofa, looking at her tightly closed bedroom door, and couldn't help but let out a low chuckle.
This girl, clearly shy to no end, yet insisted on acting fierce. She was much more vibrant than the sensible and heartbreaking Temari from the original story.
Inside the bedroom, Temari leaned against the door, covering her burning cheeks, her mind filled with the image of their kiss just now.
She looked down at her dust-covered Ninjutsu uniform, then annoyingly patted her forehead. "Oh no! I was so focused on getting 'compensation' just now that I forgot about being sweaty and dusty. Will he think I'm sloppy?"
She quickly walked to the bathroom. The warm water cascaded over her, washing away her fatigue and gradually clearing her thoughts.
Recalling the tenderness in Shun's eyes just now, she couldn't help but smile at herself in the mirror. Although the five months of waiting had been long, the excitement she felt at this moment made her even happier than learning Nature Mode.
After washing up, she dried her hair and walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a pink bath towel.
She took a deep breath, deliberately slowed her steps, and when she reached the bedroom door, she didn't forget to adjust the edges of her bath towel in the mirror before walking with light steps towards the living room.
"Lustful uncle, am I beautiful?"
As soon as Temari showed half her body, she tilted her head and smiled coquettishly at Shun, her voice carrying a deliberate playfulness.
The pink bath towel carried the fresh scent of a recent shower. It reached just to her knees, revealing slender but firm calves, lines developed from years of training.
Hearing the sound, Shun put down his manual, his gaze falling on her, and his breathing hitched for half a beat.
"You're coming to see me dressed like that? Aren't you afraid I'll get lustful and bully you?"
"It would be good if you bullied me."
Temari walked with light steps to him, then simply sat on the armrest of the sofa next to him, her knee lightly brushing against his arm.
"I'm your fiancée, what's wrong with dressing like this? And I'm already 16. In the Land of Wind, 16-year-old girls can get married. Or are you saying, lustful uncle, you have too many confidantes around you and have long forgotten about me, your fiancée?"
As she spoke, she reached out and lightly poked Shun's chest, her eyes full of slyness.
"I heard that in the palace of the Land of Water, even the female secretaries revolve around you. Are they gentler than me? Are they better at acting spoiled?"
Actually, she wasn't worried at all. She just liked to see Shun look flustered.
She liked to hear him say, "Only you are different." This feeling of being uniquely cherished made her feel more at ease than any Ninjutsu.
Shun held her mischievous hand, a wave of tenderness rising in his heart.
He suddenly remembered Temari from the original story: losing her mother at 3, her father a busy Kazekage. At a young age, she had to bear the responsibility of taking care of her two younger brothers, and even her smiles carried a cautious sensibility. She never dared to act spoiled or tease so unreservedly.
But now, the Temari before him had light in her eyes, dared to love and hate, vibrant like a spring flower.
This was a precious gift he received after saving Karura and changing the original history.
"Silly girl."
Shun lowered his head, his forehead gently resting against hers.
"No matter how gentle others are, they wouldn't dare to demand 'compensation' from me like you, or poke my chest and tease me. No matter how well others can act spoiled, they wouldn't, like you, pretend to be fierce despite being incredibly shy."
Temari's heart skipped a beat, her cheeks grew even redder, but she still deliberately put on a stern face.
"You know how to talk. But... what did you mean earlier in the forest when you said 'afraid you couldn't help it'? Couldn't help what?"
She leaned closer to him, her voice dropping even lower, her warm breath caressing his lips, carrying a deliberate provocation. "Couldn't help wanting to bully me, or couldn't help... liking me?"
Shun was stunned by her question, then let out a low chuckle, kissing her reddened earlobe. "What do you think?"
His lips lightly brushed her earlobe, making her tremble all over, as if struck by an electric current, and she instinctively shrank into his arms.
"Lustful uncle, you're bullying me again."
Temari reached out to cover Shun's mouth, but she didn't push him away. Instead, she lightly pressed on his lips, feeling his warm breath through her fingers.
She could clearly hear her own heartbeat, pounding like a drum, and even the air became sweet.
Shun held her wrist, gently moved it away, and lowered his head to press a light kiss on her palm.
He asked, "What's wrong with bullying you? My fiancée, if I don't bully her, should I let others bully her?"
Temari obediently leaned into his embrace, her scent intertwining with his, making her unable to resist closing her eyes, a faint smile on her lips.
"Lustful uncle, my mother always told me that if you like someone, you should boldly say it, not like her back then, who liked father but was always too shy to say it."
Shun's movements paused, and he looked down at her nestled in his arms, his heart filled with tenderness.
"Your mother is right."
He was very glad that he had absorbed Shukaku's Chakra back then, allowing Karura to live, giving Temari a complete family, and allowing her to express her love so unreservedly, without having to hide all her emotions in her heart as in the original story.
"Lustful uncle, kiss me."
Temari actively wrapped her arms around Shun's neck and kissed him deeply, until her breathing became rapid.
"Lustful uncle, carry me back to the bedroom... okay?"
Shun kissed her lips, gently lifting her into his arms.