"Get up, little maid, everyone from Qingxue has arrived. Why don't you go and say hello? How can my uncle be so rude?" He finally put down his finger kindly, and half of her face was completely red.
, of course, I don’t know if it’s because of the uncle there, or because of the pain.
It really hurt. Otoyu caressed her face helplessly, and then sighed.
He has regarded her as his belongings, and she is helpless again. Opposition to the decisions he has made has always been ineffective. Instead of arguing, it is better for her to remain ignorant, and maybe she can be more relaxed and stable.
There should be less trouble, if possible, and less quarrels, if possible. And, every time, she is always the one who surrenders in the end.
For such a domineering person, her objections have always been inconsequential.
Atobe Keigo smiled confidently and stood up. The sunlight passed through his hair, casting a light golden color. He stretched out his hand to her.
The hand was suspended in the air, with slender fingers, clear joints, and as soft as jade, as beautiful and moving as a beautiful piece of art.
Otoyu put her hand in his. The young man's palm was very warm, even his fingertips. He tightened his grip, and a soft wind rippled around him, releasing a warm light. His heartbeat seemed to have just begun.
, but no one thought deeply about it, and he pulled her up without any effort.
Walking behind him, Otoyu's fingers were gently held together. It seemed that the residual warmth in the young man's palms was still there. It was very warm and gentle. Walking under the shade of the tree, the sunlight easily filtered through the sycamore leaves and fell to the ground.
It is one after another, beautiful and soft spots of light, in a quiet place, full of splendor, little by little, it can even be said to be random and smooth.
Walking back to the tennis club, everyone had already started training, but Cilang just held the racket and leaned in front of the net, lowering his head little by little, as if he was still awake and intoxicated in his dream again.
Next to it, the tennis court that can be seen at a glance is a blue and white figure. That is Qingxue. The color of Qingxue, the blue sky alternates with it, like the blue sky and white clouds.
It turned out that they had already started without relaxing at all. Even in other courts, they could train without being disturbed by the outside world. She inadvertently looked at the boy sitting on the rest chair. The boy also felt someone's gaze and raised his head.
I saw her through the Internet
The transparent glasses reflected a bright white light, making it difficult for her to see his eyes clearly. But this time, she moved her eyes away first, walked back to the rest chair next to Hyokui, picked up her English notes, and continued
After looking at it, Cilang walked to the rest chair in a daze, put down the racket in his hand, and finally could sleep without that strange posture. He opened his eyes slightly, and his eyes were light and hazy.
Indeed, he is an unconscious person
Atobe Keigo took off his team uniform, sweating profusely while waving the racket with a confident smile on his face. This is his favorite training. The harder it is, the more challenging it is.
Ryo Shishido just walked into the tennis court. Houtaro quickly put down the racket in his hand and looked at him. Suddenly, his face had a strange look on his face. He called his name in a low voice, seeming a little embarrassed, "Shishi
Senior Hu, yours, yours..."
Shishido Ryo glared at him angrily, "Louder, who can hear you?"