fall in love with Echizen

The next day, it was really sore. When I opened my eyes, I saw the boy's sleeping face.

...the damn biological clock.The sky is just getting bright.

Even if I'm too sleepy, I wake up subconsciously.

I try to move my legs.

The soreness in the legs is comparable to long-distance running.

"Hmm..." The man seemed to be awakened, and opened his eyes slightly, revealing the amber color.

Ryoma's confused voice: "Turn on the light?"

Me: "Well."

He raised his hand and turned on the light.

Ryoma conveniently covered my eyes, I closed them, then opened them slowly, and he let go only when he got used to the light.

Ryoma's quilt slid down a bit, exposing his shoulders and collarbone.

I caught a glimpse of the red mark on his collarbone and fell silent again at the suspicious scratch on his shoulder.

Am I so fierce?

I just remember that I was tired after a while on the top, and I didn't want to move at all, so I had to reverse the position with Ryoma, and finally I was too lazy to take the initiative, tired.

But Ryoma didn't seem to be tired all the time, he didn't stop halfway, and even slowly licked away the tears I shed unconsciously.

Although it was only restrained twice, it couldn't last for a long time...

Ryoma looked at me sleepily: "Want to get up?"

Although I was sleepy, I was also very hungry, so I nodded: "Yes. Hungry."

Ryoma didn't say anything, stood up, the scratches on his back muscles could no longer be concealed, and were exposed to the air.

"..." I looked away guiltily.

He said lightly: "Wait."

Get out of bed and take a shower after speaking.

I fell asleep for a while, I don't know how long it took, and I was awakened by the aroma. Ryoma just cooked a simple white rice porridge, but it was too fragrant.

I was so hungry that I got up and put on Ryoma's T-shirt, which was long enough to cover my buttocks.

I can't use my waist...

I walked slowly into the bathroom, during which Ryoma wanted to help me, but I firmly refused: "It's not that far yet!"

close the door.

There are new toothbrushes and facecloths on the sink.

... This guy is well prepared.I just said I forgot something yesterday...

I washed my face with a veil, and the mirror reflected my current appearance.

His face was red, his eyes were a little swollen, and he looked like he had been punched in the stomach by someone in the air.

and many more……

I touch the teeth marks on my shoulder.

What's going on... I didn't feel the pain of being bitten at all last night.

Is it because it is too comfortable to ignore?

Feeling suspicious, I lifted my clothes and touched my stomach.

As a result, there are several on the stomach.

Pull the collar, and there are a few strawberry prints under the wide collar.

Me: "..." Forget it.

I brush my teeth expressionlessly.

It was obvious that Ryoma stopped abruptly last night. Maybe he still wanted to do it, but he didn't continue.

I am quite satisfied.

Thinking of this, I inexplicably felt a little guilty.

After washing up, I opened the door, and I sat on the dining table, the porridge was steaming, and Ryoma had already finished eating, and he propped his chin in boredom, not knowing what to think.

When he looked up and saw me, he was startled, and the cat eyes widened slightly inconspicuously: "Hey, you're not wearing pants."

I took a spoonful of porridge: "But I'm wearing underwear."

Ryoma: "... What's the difference?"

I heard the words and wondered: "We have all done that kind of thing, what is this?"

Ryoma choked, "You got into the mood too quickly."

Me: "Thank you."

I ate the porridge slowly: "Oh, by the way, can I stay here for a few days?"

Mom and Dad are going on a business trip again, and my grandfather is growing vegetables, climbing mountains and playing poker with some neighbor these days, so he has no time to talk to me.

It's better to live with Ryoma for more fun.

Ryoma paused: "Yes."

Did not ask why.

After I finished eating, I washed my dishes, yawned, and wanted to go to sleep, but the bed had already been made by Ryoma, and I turned around and fell on the sofa.

I mumbled, "It's so sour...but so comfortable...but so sour..."

Ryoma sat next to my lap, and the sofa sank a bit. He laughed and said, "If you exercise diligently, you will only be comfortable."

I:"……"

The boy's callused palm pressed against my calf, and I lay on the sofa and sat up leaning against the sofa pillows.

The moderate pressure made my legs loosen a little.

I just looked down at my legs and thought about it: "Actually, the moment I wrapped it around your waist, I had the urge to scissor your legs. It's like a secret agent."

"..." Ryoma glanced at me, "Ewha, don't add strange feelings to the memory of last night."

Me: "Oh..."

His hands pressed to his knees.

I continued to look, and there were strawberries on the inside of the calf, strawberries and tooth marks on the inside of the thigh.

I was silent: "..." Why don't I have any impression?

Ryoma must have seen it too, his expression was calm, and his lips were pressed together unconsciously.

I tried my best to remember, but I really couldn't recall: "When did you kiss?"

"..." Ryoma raised his eyes, "When you scratched me even if you were crying."

I shut down instantly.

But Ryoma seemed to be interested, showing a vicious smile, and pointed at my stomach: "And those are the ones you cried at the end, I can only bite when I serve you unilaterally."

I felt guilty: "...ah... so..."

...skip the subject.

I changed the subject: "How many days will it take before my body is not sore?"

Ryoma followed suit and said, "A day or two? Probably."

Me: "Yuki Chiyo and the others asked me to go out at the end of the month, and they are traveling everywhere now. So I am free for the first 20 days or so."

Ryoma looked at me.

I thought for a while, and still said: "I'll do it again when I don't feel sour, okay?"

Ryoma looked at me quietly.

Facing his gaze, I got stuck inexplicably, and said weakly: "...because it's very comfortable."

Ryoma: "...Are you sure?"

Without hesitation, I nodded: "I'm sure."

Long Ma smiled with his lips curled up, and didn't answer any more, it was acquiesced, his fingers suddenly pressed my tendons, and a slight pain came, and I almost kicked him out: "It hurts!"

……

Next is the day of salted fish paralysis.

Sometimes Ryoma has to go out for training, so I watch TV and play games.

Ryoma is sometimes at home, and I watch TV and play games with him.

And doing that kind of thing again, I deeply realized that the first time was completely Ryoma's artificial novice protection period-for me.

In the end, I couldn't tell whether it was more comfortable or more acid from the body falling apart.

But when the soreness healed, I healed the scar again and forgot the pain, I just remembered being comfortable.

Ryoma sees through and doesn't tell the truth, and will occasionally laugh at it, but he also looks like he is enjoying it-it feels more addicted than me.It was to the point that when I raised my head in the end, he would kiss me on his own initiative.

Whether it's the bathroom or the sofa, that memory remains.The most outrageous time was when I teased him about whether he was strong enough to hold me up all the time.

...It turned out to be true, the kind where my feet didn't touch the ground the whole time, which directly caused me to scratch the back of Ryoma's neck.

……

On an ordinary day, I slumped on the sofa and watched variety shows.

The second day when my body fell apart again, I felt a lot better than the first day.

I eat a piece of potato chips: "..."

Wait, am I being too decadent these days?I get bored with dragons and horses every day.

I began to think about whether to go back to my hometown and go fishing with my grandfather to purify my soul.

When Ryoma came back in the evening, after dinner, I lay on the bed and played with my mobile phone, while he sat cross-legged on the bedroom carpet to organize the tennis bags.

I sat up, Ryoma was shirtless, his healthy complexion and even muscles looked extremely attractive under the light, not to mention his handsome face, his cat pupils were slightly narrowed, like a walking hormone, his every move was exuding his unique charm breath.

I stared at it for a while, I touched every inch of his muscle, I can remember the tense look when the sweat slipped by, and I can also remember the look of Ryoma's strong cover and finally had to compromise.

I:"……"

My eyes moved to the game interface.

Me: "I'll go back to my hometown tomorrow."

Long Ma was taken aback, turned his head, hummed, and then asked inexplicably, "Then come back?"

After asking, he also found the strangeness of his question, and immediately turned his head to stare at the tennis racket, and said unnaturally: "...I mean, do you want to come and stay for a few days?"

"..." I paused, resisted the words I wanted to agree, and refused, "No, for——"

Originally, I wanted to say that it was for Ryoma's own good, but when I thought about how energetic he was every day, it was obviously not like I was tired and thinking about it because of this time-Ryoma could only think.

I turned around and said, "—for my own good, eh."

Long Ma choked up: "...Understood."

When the time comes, turn off the lights. Today is the long-lost time to cover the quilt and sleep.

A night without dreams.

***

The next day, it was a sunny day and the river was crystal clear.

I sat by the river fishing, relaxed and relaxed.

Grandpa sat and read the newspaper, complaining: "What kind of fish do you ask your grandpa to catch in winter?"

Me: "Grandpa, this is called peace of mind."

Grandpa glanced at me: "Lihua, your hands are red from the cold."

I:"……"

In the end, I couldn't bear it because it was too cold, so I went back with the bucket and fishing rod in my grandfather's strange eyes.

***

I left my hometown, went back to my bedroom, and stared blankly at the ceiling.

correct……

I turned over and opened the calendar - there are still two days until the admission results.

I don't know why the closer I get to the deadline, the calmer I become.

Because I have tried my best, no matter what the result is.

A yellow tennis ball was placed on the table next to the calendar, I pressed it and rolled it on the table.

I didn't do anything for the next two days. Ryoma has been training during the day, and it's not time for vacation.

When that day came, I clicked on the website to check.

The heart is about to jump out.

The result was—success, I succeeded.

My father cried bitterly on the spot, and my mother hit my father while hugging me.

Dad: "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow

Mother smiled all over her face, and stretched out her little finger: "Okay, let's promise that the university must not be abandoned, Lihua."

I was stunned for a moment, then hooked up to my mother and nodded: "Yeah."

……

I went to Ryoma's training ground to tell him, and at the end of their training, Ryoma was still training alone in the empty training ground.

I stood and watched for a while, and he kept hitting tennis balls on the wall back. He was 1.8 meters tall and slender, and his sneakers made slight noises on the ground.

Just as I was about to make a noise, the tennis ball he hit on the wall didn't return to him obediently, but was thrown high up. When I stretched out my hand, it fell gently into my palm.

Ryoma turned his head, the tennis racket was pressed against the ground, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, and the cat pupil under the brim of the hat looked at me: "Congratulations."

I smiled: "I haven't said anything yet."

Throwing the tennis ball at him, Ryoma caught it with a tennis racket, and the tennis ball stood quietly on the racket. He didn't even look at the ball the whole time, but just stared at me: "Guess. But I usually guess pretty well."

Me: "Hey - are you so confident?"

I sat on the bench, Ryoma put down the tennis racket and came back with a bottle of Coke, opened the can and handed it to me.

I took a sip and said, "Thank you."

The boy smiled and sat next to me.

Ryoma: "I'm going back."

I drank my Coke slowly: "Go back to America?"

Ryoma pressed the brim of his hat: "Well, I'm going to continue the competition, and I'm going to study by the way."

Me: "Okay."

Ryoma: "See you in college."

Me: "Got it."

I leaned over to kiss him, and after a while, we parted. Ryoma wiped his lips with his fingertips: "It really smells like a carbonated drink."

Me: "Slightly."