"Howl's Moving Castle" tells us that the world is so big and life is so long, there is always that one person who makes you want to be treated gently.

Tezuka opened his eyes, staring quietly at the sleeping lover in front of him, a tender and tender look flashed through his beautiful peach eyes after removing his glasses, he got up very lightly, not wanting to disturb his sleeping lover, and put on his He took off his coat and walked into the kitchen.

The sound of the induction cooker being switched on was heard, and the man put on his apron. He obviously didn't look like a house husband doing housework, but he could cook for his lover.

When you like someone, you will find that what you are willing to change for him is beyond your imagination, even willingly.

Young people have the habit of sleeping late, so even if they have a good cooking skill, they seldom show it. Tezuka learned to cook.

Today is the second day after he won the Wimbledon Grand Slam. He was supposed to release a press conference, but without his agent knowing, he went back to his and Xiaochu's home overnight.

Home, he liked the word.

Skillfully spread peanut butter on the bread, Tezuka's mobile phone rang, the man took it out, looked at the vibrating and flashing caller number, and finally chose to connect.

"My young master, where are you now? Do you know how much trouble you have caused everyone by running away?!" The manager threw himself on the soft sofa with a headache, rubbing his brows and lamenting, how could he? How about signing such an oriental man who looks steady but is actually willful?

No, leaving a mess, and asking him to face the global sprint of reporters, the blond man who is more like a publicist than an agent shook his head vigorously, deeply regretful.

"I'm sorry... I didn't inform you about this in time," Tezuka put down the plate he was holding in his right hand, turned around and leaned to the side, "I seem to have forgotten to tell you that after I won the Grand Slam, I might retire immediately Intend."

The other side of the phone was silent for a moment and suffocated. After a long while, it suddenly burst out, "Are you serious?!"

Tezuka silently pulled the phone away from his ear, nodded lightly, "...that's right, I was already thinking about this when I reached the semi-finals."

"Have you really made up your mind?" The blond man knows his character, he is not a person who likes to joke, "Exiting at the most dazzling time, I really don't know whether I should praise you for retiring bravely, or blame your wayward self."

"I..." Tezuka blinked his eyes, his white lips were tightly pursed, "I'm sorry for causing you all these troubles."

"Okay, okay, what are you playing with me?" The man waved his hand, looking at the gorgeous chandelier above his head, "As a friend, I can only support you if you want to retire."

"When will there be a press conference to announce your retirement? If you just leave without making a sound, your fans will tear me apart."

"You can arrange it." Tezuka pursed his lips again. With his old-fashioned personality, he felt very lucky to have such a well-rounded agent. He didn't need to manage some trivial matters. He only needed to concentrate on playing and playing well. Good grades will do.

"Okay." The man raised his eyebrows and hung up the phone quickly. He had a lot of things to do. Thanks to an irresponsible guy, when he was talking with Tezuka, several calls came in. Of course, the result of calling in was that they were all cut off by him.

"Hmm, don't you regret it?" I don't know when, the black-haired young man leaned against the door, his left hand, which was as beautiful as white jade, curled a strand of broken hair gently, and his bright moon-like face showed that he didn't seem to have just slept. He closed his eyes slightly, looking at the man who unbuttoned his apron and walked towards him.

"Enough is enough..."

It is enough to win the Wimbledon championship, and it is time for him to retire bravely. In the future, the tennis world should be dominated by younger generations.

Tezuka slightly felt the mood that Echizen Minamijiro suddenly retired when he was about to win the grand slam. Juniors, you guys, you must live up to it.

Surpassing our predecessors and constantly breaking through ourselves, we are so looking forward to it.

Tezuka embraced the young man, buried his head deeply in his warm breath, the cool palm temperature made the young man frown.

"Is the problem of body cold still not cured? Remember to bring extra clothes when you go out."

"...It's okay." The man's voice came through the clothes, bringing a muffled feeling, "It's just a sudden relief, it's really..."

"It's really a bit uncomfortable, isn't it?" Guanyue blinked, and smiled and added the following sentence for Tezuka, "Since you don't regret the idea of ​​retiring, then take a good time. I used to be busy. busy."

"This kind of living habit is fine." Patting Tezuka's shoulder, the mo-haired youth gently kissed the man's tightly pursed lips, "However, with Guoguang's personality, I'm afraid you won't be able to stay idle."

Tezuka chose to ignore Guanyue's jokes from time to time.

"Let's go back to Japan in two days." Tezuka changed the subject, "When my grandfather and the others heard that I was planning to retire, they urged me to go back..." And, I really missed them.

The man's expressionless face was slightly soft, and there were clear and shallow ripples in his peach eyes, which was extremely beautiful.

"Ah, it's time to go back. I heard from Yohji that Ace and Zhan are staying with grandfather this month, so we can meet them when we go back."

Although it is said that Tezuka Kuniichi, as a retired cadre of the Metropolitan Police Department, is still unaccustomed even if the underworld/society is a legal existence in Japan, but the child is innocent, and he will not implicate his hatred of the underworld/society on the child.

Tezuka and Guanyue have not had children so far. They are both 25 years old and in their prime. They don't want a little life to appear in their lives, so no matter how urgent the Tezuka and his wife urged, they said that Yohji and Herlein You both have two dolls, and you haven't thought about getting one out yet, and neither of you has heard of it.

Anyway, they had been running all over the place, so it was impossible for Caicai to chase after them?

"Herlein is really jealous of children." Guanyue remembered the day when Yohji called him on the phone, he complained helplessly, and laughed out "puchi". The man who was cold like a robot couldn't tell Will also resent like that.

"I can do it too."

Let Guanyue give an unexpected answer.

He looked in surprise at the man who calmly brought the breakfast to the table, sat down, and watched him silently.

"Guoguang, what did you say?" He couldn't believe his ears, did he hear correctly?This lover, who was not as heartless as Herlane, but still cold, actually said such words.

"It's true that you will be jealous." The man repeated it calmly.

"I don't want anyone to occupy your time, your energy, your smile, everything about you, willful, arrogant, gentle..."

"All the good and the bad, I just want to understand and collect them for myself, like treasures discovered through untold hardships, hiding them and don't want others to see them, let alone reveal a little bit of his beauty."

"Men have always been extremely possessive creatures. Tezuka Kunimitsu is just the most ordinary man, and he will be the same..."

"I will be jealous, I will be jealous, and I will be unwilling. He exhausted his few tenderness, just to stop your hurried steps and keep the man he wants to cherish with all his time."

When an indifferent person talks about love, it is really a rhythm that kills people. Guanyue covers his flushed face, and his ears hidden under his temple hair are also red.

It's too foul for Guoguang to talk about love so seriously.

"So, I also empathize with Herlein's thoughts." It's just because I care too much, I care so much that I forget the calm and self-retained self, leaving only a childish and willful silhouette, and only revealing my heart in front of my lover.

"Stop talking." Guanyue blocked the man's chattering lips with the most passionate kiss, and he took the initiative to sit on the man's body, with passionate and unrestrained emotions. This lovely lover, this iceberg he knew from middle school, melted It looks really "scary".

Tezuka clasped the back of the young man's head with his backhand, deepening this intense intimate contact, and took a moment to look at the passionate young man, "Is it okay here...?"

His young man has always been very shy towards sex, and today's initiative may be due to the sudden shock in his heart. He doesn't want the young man to cover his face afterwards and become angry.

In that case, he is also very distressed.

"Love me." Guan Yue inserted her fingers into the man's slightly long brown hair, and his voice with a sweet ending became the last straw that crushed the man's reason.

Tezuka's eyes are getting darker, stained with the magnificence of passion/desire, watching the moon with a hazy smile, following the ups and downs of the man, just looking at Tezuka who pushed/entered with concentration and confusion, like that He really loves those beautiful eyes.

In the cool morning, a room is charming.

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It's really over. This is the home of Zhongguan. Happy National Day everyone!

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