[Net King] Please play tennis with the professional me

Because Ryoma and I are already the closest existence, there is not much difference between dating or not.

Feelings, such a natural thing, can rarely be described clearly in words.

Maybe it's because every step is in the direction I want, so after walking to the end without much bumps, I feel disappointed and at the same time, "ah, it should be like this."

Having said so much, I just want to say that the only difference between me and Ryoma is "I do". Compared with the gorgeous and gorgeous love like a fireworks show, simple and ordinary seems to be our realism.

So I took the process of being together lightly, and even I was a little surprised when I wrote the diary, but when I think about it, it makes sense.

Although our current achievements say "simple and ordinary" will look extra Versailles :)

After the relationship is formalized, if it is different from before, it still exists.Will choose to give more free time to the other party.

Of course I know that what you should want to know is the indecent content.

That's right, those things that ordinary couples would do, we both would try one by one like fools.

That guy Ryoma will still be hard-spoken and soft-hearted, and accompany me to make a childish couple list.

I deeply feel that I have been spoiled by him all these years. When I faced him, I was always cautious and held it in my mouth for fear of melting. Now it is commonplace to call him around.

According to the common sense, there is a kind of love of compensation, which is to make up for what was missed in the past in the present practice.

For example, the most intimate move between me and Ryoma before dating was nothing more than holding hands and hugging. Kissing seems to be a daily habit in our daily life.

But not.

From time to time on the streets of the United States, you can bump into couples who look like conjoined twins, kissing inseparably.

Ryoma and I, who shuttled through it, sometimes wouldn't even hold hands.

It's just that if the flow of people tries to disperse us, Ryoma will grab my hand first, and then slowly clasp his fingers together to prevent me from being taken away from him.

Love is not a necessity, but I am a must for Ryoma, and Ryoma is a must for me.

I must need Ryoma, and Ryoma must want me.

I often need to fly abroad to shoot, and even spend more time in the airport than at home for a while.In the past, I always dragged my suitcase at the airport by myself, but now I have a free labor force.

The adult Ryoma can fascinate the opposite sex just by looking at his back. As always, he likes to hide his face under the brim of his hat, revealing his sharp jawline and tight lips.

Carrying a tennis bag and a stylishly dressed handsome guy took my suitcase without saying a word, and took me by the hand.

The security guard surrounded the crowd to block the crowd, including many fans of his fans. He only focused on protecting me and going forward, and I couldn't stop the sweet bubbles in my heart.

"Just finished the game?"

"Ah."

"Thank you, husband."

Startled by the sudden nickname, a staggering dragon horse coughed pretendingly, and held my hand a little harder.

Looking at his red ears and upturned mouth, I couldn't help but chuckle.

When he got home, he took the initiative to get into the kitchen, and he also contracted for the dinner that day.

I can't count any anniversary, so I had no choice but to express my surprise personally.

I ate my husband after dinner, nothing wrong.

Speaking of which, for Ryoma to learn to cook, I have to thank my seniors for their private teaching. Before I knew it, they seemed to have instilled Ryoma with a lot of knowledge points about "How to Be a Good Lover", so that Ryoma like this The scores of love fools are gradually rising.

Longma learns everything very quickly except that he failed at the beginning in love studies.

The first time we kissed, we both bit each other's mouth. We can't rule out the reason why he bumped into each other at that time, but the main reason is that his kissing skills are too poor.

It’s funny to say the second time, it was the third day after we established our relationship, and we deliberately set aside a day to go on a date and watch a movie. Logical issues were discussed.

On the way home, I suddenly remembered that we were going to experience the kissing part of watching a movie, and the two stood on the road in a daze for a long time.

I went to a section of the road where the street lights were broken. As soon as he kissed me, I heard the excited shutter of the paparazzi, and then I was so scared that I bit his mouth.

Why didn't Ryoma feel depressed afterwards, the world knew about our love affair, tennis myths and film legends came together, and those days were full of turmoil.

Simply stop working together and stay at home.

So the first night also happened during that time.

It was mentioned before that Longma can learn everything very quickly, provided that he has a learning process.But applaud things like love...

Everything was perfect that night, lighting, music, aromatherapy, everything was prepared perfectly.

Just die!live!over!No!become!

I have never experienced this kind of pain to the point of being out of my body in two lifetimes, and he didn't dare to move even in pain, and the scene was very stalemate for a while.

"How about...forget it?"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" I hugged his neck and cried and acted like a fool: "No, I just want you."

"Then you relax."

I was soothed by two kisses, and I sobbed: "It hurts too much."

In the end, it was nothing. The two of us lay side by side in the middle of the night and turned on the premium channel, studying how to stop the pain with an academic attitude.

Echizen Ryoma, an all-around sports genius, finally had a sport that he was not good at - the Great Harmony of Life Movement.

I don't know what he trained in private, anyway, we succeeded the second time...

I always feel ashamed to memorize this kind of thing, but every time I think of the guy who can do things with ease now, the foolish appearance of being at a loss in the first night is funny, and I want to write down his cute appearance.

Not only did I write it down, but I also secretly drew pictures.

Fans in the tennis world have commented on a lot of Echizen Ryoma's sexy top moves, squinting his eyes when the sweat flows down, raising his arms to wipe the sweat, or the way his Adam's apple rolls when drinking water.

He played basketball when he was a teenager, and everyone liked to see his high-spirited appearance, and the sweat he swayed was youthful.

And when he plays basketball as an adult, the old perverts think that every drop of his sweat is a hormone.

And in my painting, the dragon horse squinted his cat's eyes with beads of sweat on his forehead, and his Adam's apple was hidden in the half-open shirt collar. He gathered all the sexy movements and burst out with hormones.

Although this painting was discovered by Ryoma, it soon returned to the trash can along with the shirt that was stained with my blood.

I scolded him for being sullen and sullen, mourning the passing of my outstanding works.

It’s not that I don’t want to fight to the end, it’s that when the best of Echizen Ryoma overwhelms me, I lose all reason. It’s because he gave too much (sobs)

When he came back to his senses, he forgot to be angry just because of his beauty.

It's not that I didn't really quarrel and get angry.About a while ago, I received a new horror drama and was invited to explore a newly developed haunted house with the hero of the new drama.

In fact, I have really become more courageous over the years, mainly because this new haunted house is really scary, which caused me to go home crying.

Ryoma was jealous at the time, so he put on a face and refused to let me touch him.

I knew I was wrong, so I wanted to hug him to find a sense of security, so I sold my self-esteem and acted like a baby all the time: "Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhug"

"Are you still going?"

"No, no, no, hug!"

"No hugs! No kisses either!"

I was so desperate to act coquettish and foolish, this guy still pressed me against me with an unhappy face, and he pinched his pouting begging mouth, his face was pinched and deformed.

After fighting for a while, I still couldn't hug him, and instantly became angry: "If you don't hug him, don't hug him, I don't believe it! I can't get over it when I'm such an adult!"

He carried the quilt neatly and went to the guest room, but the bad guy behind him didn't make any sound of convincing him.

I was tired and fell asleep quickly, but I woke up suddenly in the middle of the night, feeling very thirsty and wanting to go to the toilet, and I woke up after a while, and then started to think about it.

Without Echizen Ryoma sleeping with him, I was so scared that I cried alone, and the more I thought about it, the more wronged I became.

When tears wet half of the pillow, someone touched the bed, subconsciously hit him and was firmly grasped: "It's me."

Longma turned on the light and looked down at me. I shrank under the quilt, not wanting him to see me crying so embarrassingly.

He reached out and hugged me, and I started to struggle angrily: "Don't let me hug you. I don't want you to hug me. Go away."

"Well, is there?"

"Yes! I heard you say it!"

"You heard it wrong, maybe it was a ghost~"

This guy really can't change his bad habits no matter how old he is. I turned my back and cried, ignoring him.

Tears are indeed a woman's best weapon, and he still started to coax me honestly, "Ha... I really can't do anything with you, I'm here, don't be afraid."

"...Will you give me a hug?"

"Give me a hug. Now, just hug me."

"Humph."

"Is holding enough?"

"enough."

I sniffed my nose and rolled myself into his arms to absorb the warmth.

In the next second, he dug out my head that was buried like an ostrich, pinched my face, and asked, "Well, I don't think so. Would you like a kiss?"

I rolled my eyes, "No."

He kissed me down on his own, looking at me like a kid who is making trouble.

"I said no!"

The narrow ghost made a long sound, "Oh, that's what I heard wrong, Miss Ghost said,"

I have one head and two big ones, so I quickly interrupted him: "Don't talk about Echizen Ryoma! Dear! I can fucking kiss you so hard!"

I just have one or two stinks of fear of the dark and ghosts, which I can hide from outsiders, but that guy Echizen Ryoma has taken control of me to death.

Thinking about it made him angry, kicked his calf, it was warm and smooth, and couldn't help rubbing it: "I want to drink water."

"Your movement...does it mean you want to drink water?"

"uh-huh."

"I do not think so."

"...I want to go to the bathroom."

"Let's go later."

"Hey! Wait, Yue,!"

After that, it's not suitable for children, and it's true that this fight was anticlimactic.To put it bluntly, it's still impossible for us to really quarrel with each other.

In fact, Echizen Ryoma has a lot of problems. Sometimes he speaks straight and makes people angry. The only time he was romantic was when he confessed that I was his dream.

My dream came true soon.

And his new dream finally came not long after.

The author has something to say:

Help, what am I writing...

My mind is so confused...

Not sober after being hospitalized?

I also think it's too fast, but I think it should be like this, there is really nothing _(:з」∠)_

There is also a side story from the perspective of Longma, which is probably officially over.