[Net King] Gently kill the crane

sound. "Is it really not going to change?" The sound was as soft as a flutter, was it a sigh or a question?

On the stage, Javert was yelling at Jean Valjean, "Manlikeyoucanneverchange! Amansuchasyou!" Slightly squinting his eyes, with the dim light of the stage, he saw the profile of Tsurumi's concentrating face, reflecting a faint blue light tear stains.

He turned his head, politely turning a blind eye.

When the young people in the barricades died singing their ideals, when Javert wandered painfully between hell and the world.The soft sobbing beside Atobe finally couldn't be suppressed, and turned into intermittent sobbing.A steady stream of tears gushed out of her eyes, dripping on the skirts and skirts, and wet the ground.

Atobe felt that something had to be done.He didn't have the habit of always keeping tissues, and he couldn't considerately hand over one for the girl to wipe her tears like in the TV drama.A slight itchy sensation on the arm when touched inadvertently.Tsurumi put his hand on the armrest beside him, trembling uncontrollably.Almost without thinking, Atobe held out his hand.

Tsurumi's hands were cold, wet with tears from his cheeks.Atobe squeezed that hand tightly, trying to convey a comforting force.Tsurumi didn't struggle, and let him hold his hand obediently.

The stage is turning to a joyful scene, Marius, who survived the catastrophe, and Cosette held a wedding ceremony, and Tsurumi's tears became more turbulent.

Those who are familiar with the original work know that at this moment of singing and dancing, the old man who lost his angel is waiting for death alone in the church.

"I hate Marius. He's a hypocrite." Tsurumi approached Atobe, sobbing.

"He is just an immature young man." Instead of pretending to have experienced a thousand sails, Atobe's voice was low, judging him on the stage or him off the stage.

Tsurumi's sobbing stopped abruptly, and after a moment of silence, she replied softly, "You are right."

Walking out of the theater, Tsurumi was still crying silently.It was as if a faucet that had been imprisoned for a long time had been turned on, and tears poured out of her eyes like she didn't want money, and she didn't know what she was crying for.Atobe couldn't see through, couldn't understand, but he didn't speak.

They walked out one after the other, and between their bodies were two overlapping hands that never let go.

The voices of people on the street gradually faded away. Sitting on the edge of the flower bed outside the theater, Tsurumi cried for a full 7 minutes.Atobe held her hand and stood silently.Later, Tsurumi no longer wiped the turbulent liquid, allowing it to wreak havoc on his face, flowing down his thin chin and slender neck.

As if something happened suddenly, as if a switch was pressed, Tsurumi showed a kind of confusion of returning to the real world, aware of the embarrassment of howling on the street, "Never mind, Atobe. I'm fine." She lowered her head.

Atobe tried to comfort her with a joke, "Justalittle fall of rain." He read the line from the play by magic.

Tsurumi suddenly looked up at him, with an almost bitter smile, "Yes, the rain can'thurtmenow."

A teardrop of ignorance hangs on the tip of her small chin, before it falls, Atobu stares at it intently, for one second, two seconds, three seconds, he can't bear it anymore, bends down and wipes it away carefully .It wasn't until he met Tsurumi's astonished eyes that he realized how inappropriate his actions just now were.

He moved closer to her face, and she was looking at him, eyes blurred with tears.

It seemed that a kiss was a must.Such a thought flashed in Atobe's mind, he leaned over, and before he could make a move, Tsurumi, who was sitting on the edge of the flower bed, suddenly moved.Two slender arms wrapped around his shoulders and wrapped around his neck. Before she was surprised, her gentle lips pressed against his gently.

Salty with a little bitterness, the taste of tears.

For a split second, the last thought that crossed Atobu's mind was that he hadn't reapplied lip balm in two hours.

The author has something to say: la la la, do you still like this chapter?

I recommend watching the Les Miserables musical!Of course, you can also watch the movie version, but the musical version sings better, and the movie version has better graphics.

Atobe-kun personally put up a flag for himself, did you see it? !

Preview the next chapter Zooming in on Thunder, Thunder!Very large thunder!

73 Their Melee

Chapter 73

Atobe looked blankly at the light blue ceiling above, and the ambiguous peach-colored light poured down from the ceiling lights arranged in an irregular heart-shaped pattern, covering the entire room.

Under his body is an unobtrusive gaudy pink bed sheet, each printed with floral love across it.In disregard of etiquette, he lay down on it.

What happened, he himself did not know.It seemed to be kissing, at the door of the theater.There was still a little bit of tenderness on his lips, and then, then what?

She seemed to whisper something in his ear, and he remembered the soft breath hitting his ear.That is the message of invitation.He couldn't refuse, it was the hazy night that blurred his thoughts, and it was her breath that was too gentle for him to think.

Oh, he can still remember, at that moment, the intense emotion he saw in her eyes, which resembled despair, broke and dissipated like a thick fog that was about to fall into midnight.He followed her footsteps obediently.

The constant rushing water made him restless.The next moment, he suddenly woke up.Half an hour has passed, and Miyoshi Tsurumi is still in the bathroom.

Atobe Keigo was not so dull as to rush into the bathroom to check on her safety.

Is she hesitating?He regretted it the moment he stepped into the lovehotel, but he couldn't turn around and leave, even if there was an Asura field in front of him.He can't leave a woman here and escape, not to mention that person is Miyoshi Tsurumi.

He seemed to have once again stepped onto the stage of an absurd drama, all he could do was pick up the clothes on the floor and try his best to play the role entrusted to him.What exactly is the role that can be assigned to him?Just lying here, waiting for Miyoshi Tsurumi to come out wrapped in a towel?

When did he and she become like this?

He is not against having sex with Miyoshi Tsurumi.She knew him well enough, she was pretty cute, and she had a good figure, although she was a little too thin.Even thinking about it, if he had to pick a woman to complete this task, the first one he would choose would be Miyoshi Tsurumi.

Perhaps the only one?For the time being, he couldn't think of any other options.

It's just that now, doing so is a bit unclear.Still in this kind of place!Atobe once again looked at the room full of ambiguous atmosphere with disgust. love hotel!Such a vulgar place!

But the one who chose to stay was himself.He has thousands of chances to escape, anyway, she has been in the bathroom for so long.Atobe suddenly thought of a possibility, was she hiding inside to give him a chance to escape?

She clearly knew that it was impossible for him to leave her and run away in this kind of place!Atobe suddenly became angry.This is simply an insult to his personality.

At that time, he didn't know that the insult he would face was not just that.

The glass door of the bathroom made a rattling sound, and the sound of kicking slippers became dull through the silencer of the carpet.

Atobe suddenly felt a sense of tension similar to that before every game.Moderate tension is good for performance on the court, but it does not include "fear".To be scared before a game, that just means - lose.He had never felt such emotions before.

Miyoshi Tsurumi, who was wrapped in a bath towel, turned around the corner and appeared within his field of vision.Atobe sat up from the bed.She smiled at him, very reluctantly, and could see that she was nervous.

Atobe felt a sense of peace of mind.Yes, she was as nervous as he was, it was just an absurd drama, but the drama was about to end.Even though it looks like they're going nowhere now, it only takes someone to yell "Cut!" and it's all over.

everything will get better.

It wasn't until he propped his hands on the bed and looked down at her face from a very close distance, while her body was naked under him, that he realized for the first time that he really seemed to be helpless. The road can be retreated.

Miyoshi Tsurumi stared at Atobe and gritted his teeth, not letting his fear make his teeth chatter.She couldn't let him see her emotions.Maybe a little more bohemian would be more realistic?By the way, she is Miyoshi Tsurumi who has returned from studying abroad. The word "overseas" can give people an "open" impression.

But her fingers can't do much other than buckle them stiffly on the bed sheet. She can't even cast a seductive look at him. God knows that her facial nerves have stretched to the limit, and one more movement will cause her to lose control. middle.

It would be nice if I liked him a little less.She knew it when his hand took her, no, even before that, when she learned of his deception, when she traveled far away.She likes Atobe Keigo, this arrogant, conceited, but damn, Atobe Keigo that she can never forget.

Atobe's first kiss landed on her forehead, down her cheeks, and then her neck. Is the curve of her neck pretty?When she was so nervous that she couldn't think, the delicate kiss had already landed on her slender collarbone, his kiss made her heart tremble softly, and his fine hair scratched her skin for a while.

He lingered on her collarbone for a long time.

The close physical contact seems to have created some kind of spiritual connection. At that time, she understood his emotions, and then there might be no way out, and his heart was still wandering outside the door.