Life.
One day, Shikamaru was sitting on the wooden board at the entrance of Hyuga Villa, half leaning against the mahogany fence, looking at the faint clouds on the edge of the eaves, murmuring softly with half emotion and half complaint.
At that time, Neci was sitting next to him. When he heard this sentence, the already boiling spring water was about to fall into the washed tea leaves. When his hand shook, the scalding water almost scalded Neci's hand.
So he sighed, stretched out his unusually long and beautiful hand that was always stained with blood, and covered Shikamaru's head.
——Don't you have a fever?
——You just have a fever.
Shikamaru gently pushed Neji's hand away, his eyes still lazy. He tilted his head and said, "Just pretend I didn't say anything."
The gentle breeze rustled the asparagus in the Hyuga Villa. The spring water hits the washed tea leaves. In addition to the crisp sound of the water, there is also a dense steam of heat. It floated out from the small white ceramic tea cup and dispersed lightly in the yard.
Conception: