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◎Does he want to kiss◎

Mari Nishijima took out his mobile phone and ordered takeaway, and the two of them temporarily sat on the bench to rest.

She put the black cosmetic bag between the two of them, took a bottle of soda casually, and continued to stick the cold soda can to her face.

The character makeup on Nishijima Mari's face has been removed, revealing her original face, which is a little redder than when she applied blush before, and her whole body looks like a ball of white powder wrapped in red bean paste.

Echizen Ryuya: "Still hot?"

Mari Nishijima sighed: "It's really hot."

She held a soda can to freeze her face, her arms were bent, and she could see some tiny black wool threads stuck to her pink and white skin.

Echizen Longya took out a pack of wet tissues and waved them in front of her eyes: "Will it be better to wipe with this?"

Mari Nishijima thought it would probably be much better—she took a wet tissue from Echizen Ryuya, wiped her forehead and neck first, and then wiped her arms.

A layer of water vapor adheres to the place wiped by the wet paper towel, and after rapid evaporation, a little coolness remains.

The waist, abdomen and back that sweat the most are naturally stuck to a lot of sweater threads.Mari Nishijima took out a new wet tissue and wiped her waist.

The camisole only showed a small waist, so she simply rolled up the clothes manually, exposing a little rib outline.

While rubbing, Nishijima Mari murmured softly, "I knew I should wear a primer inside."

Echizen Longya stared at the snow-white wall in front of him, with a tense face: "Hmm..."

Nishijima truth: "It's so sticky and difficult to clean up."

Echizen Ryuya: "Hmm..."

Mari Nishijima: "My clothes are all stained!"

Echizen Ryuya: "Hmm..."

Mari Nishijima gave him a sideways glance: the young man sat upright, his eyes only staring at the opposite wall.

She then glanced at the opposite wall: "There's nothing on the wall."

Echizen Ryuya: "...um."

He shifted his position, looking instead at the corner of the stairs on his right.Mari Nishijima lowered her body and stared at Echizen Ryuya's face and neck, as well as the earlobes under the short dark green hair - she said, "Longya, your face is so red."

Echizen Ryuya: "...it's too hot."

"And your face is also very red, I'm not alone..."

Halfway through his words, he stopped suddenly.

Mari Nishijima wondered why he didn't continue talking; Echizen Ryuya turned his head.He originally wanted to meet Mari Nishijima, but he didn't expect Mari Nishijima to get so close, as if the tip of his nose and bangs touched each other for a moment, Echizen Ryuya clearly felt the moist fragrance on her body.

It's very strange - it's obviously the aroma, but it seems that the tip of the nose is not the first to capture the taste.

Mari Nishijima did not expect Echizen Ryuya to turn around suddenly.She was stunned by the close distance, and her eyes opened wider than usual.

There was still a black cosmetic bag between them, but their faces were so close that Mari Nishijima could even feel the rough fabric surface of the cosmetic bag pressing against her lower abdomen.

They use the same shampoo, the same body wash, even the same bath salts.

The over-familiar aroma was diffused to the extreme by the temperature, clearly expanding the territories in the two people's perception systems unscrupulously.

Sitting here can still hear the faint noise downstairs.The distant bustling contrasts with the short, seemingly frozen time here.

The sound of heartbeat, breathing, and the hot and humid summer air envelop the skin and all senses.

Echizen Ryuya moved a little closer, and all he could see was the reddened face of the other party.

The girl's pink face, tiny red blood streaks, and a small, extremely inconspicuous mole in the crease of her double eyelids.They are vivid and lovely embellished on the girl's face, emitting a strong fragrance.

Nishijima Mari's hands pressing on the makeup bag tensely gathered her fingers, and the rough black fabric was wrinkled by her, and she was so hot that she had difficulty breathing.

She felt that this approaching was completely different from the approaching of Echizen Ryuya when she lay down next to the sofa last night.

At that time, Echizen Ryuya looked at her with a relaxed smile on his face; but now Echizen Ryuya didn't smile - the two of them even just moved closer without any physical contact.

Hands didn't touch, shoulders didn't touch, faces didn't touch each other.

But his focused and possessive eyes, moist eyebrows, and rolling Adam's apple all look like a cat climbing up.It's the kind of natural hunter who is charming, is bound to win, and tenses every muscle.

kiss.Li Jia

This word seemed to be mixed into the air viscously, and every inch of Echizen Ryuya's tense body conveyed this message to Nishijima Mari.

He didn't speak.

But it expresses an extremely obvious ambition for 'kissing'.

Echizen Ryuya's palm covered the back of Mari Nishijima's hand, and a sticky and dense heat followed closely on that piece of skin.His eyes were still fixed on Nishidao's truth stubbornly, and there seemed to be warmth in his eyes, which made Nishidao's face a little hot.

But the kiss never fell on the lips.

He held Nishijima Mari's hand, raised it high, and brought it close to his cheek.

They were so close that they could even feel each other's breath.Echizen Ryuya turned his head slightly, and kissed Mari Nishijima's soft, wet inner wrist.

Every ups and downs of the girl's clear pulse pressed against his lips.

Obviously no kissing.

But felt a slight suffocation.

The kissed wrist replaced the lips and tongue, and he felt the ambition that the youth was bound to achieve.It is scorching hot and aggressive, and it is densely covered with amber honey, patiently luring Nishidao truth.

After a while, Echizen Ryuya let go of his wrist and stepped back, fresh air flooded in between the two of them again.

He chuckled: "Step by step."

Nishijima Mari finally breathed out: "..."

God damn step by step!

Echizen Ryuya, do you know what step by step means? !Falling in love for the first time doesn't mean you can't understand the atmosphere at all, okay? ! !

Mari Nishijima had [-] complaints in his mind, but he couldn't spit it out for a while.She still feels that her wrist is burning hot, and her mind is a mess, and she has no way to face Echizen Ryuya properly.

Echizen Longya suddenly said, "I didn't even know you had tattoos."

Mari Nishijima: "Ah? What tattoo?"

Echizen Ryuya pointed to her left abdomen: "Spider."

Mari Nishijima reached out and touched her waist—the spider with its teeth and claws, the pink and white background, and the slender fingers of the girl.The overlapping elements at this moment revealed an overly strong impact, Echizen Longya's eyelids twitched, and he subconsciously looked away.

Nishijima Mari: "This is a tattoo sticker. There is a spider tattoo on Xiaodi's left abdomen. Although it is hidden in a sweater, it is usually invisible, but I still think that since I want to cosplay, I should try to restore it as much as possible, so I posted it on it. .”

After a while, the takeaway they ordered arrived, Echizen Ryuya went downstairs to get the takeaway, and brought a small fully charged fan for Mari Nishijima when he came back.

Mari Nishijima sat on the floor and turned on the small fan to face her face.There is a slightly hot wind blowing from the fan, but it is better to have wind than no wind.

She breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the rice ball and took a bite.

"Where did you get the fan?"

"I saw a stall selling it downstairs, so I bought one."

Mari Nishijima took out his phone: "How much is it? I'll transfer it to you..."

Echizen Ryuya: "I have a bad memory, I forgot."

Mari Nishijima: "..."

Holding the mobile phone, she was silent for a while, and tried to persuade him earnestly: "You don't have a job now, save a little more money for yourself, don't buy those messy things..."

Echizen Ryuya smiled, nodded, and agreed quickly.Nishijima always felt that he didn't listen at all, but the perfunctory Dafa was used so proficiently that she couldn't find a breakthrough even if she wanted to find a breakthrough.

Mari Nishijima frowned worriedly, and sighed slightly.

Mari Nishijima felt a little sleepy after eating, and planned to lie down on the chair and take a nap.

As soon as she got down, Echizen Ryuya picked her up from the chair while holding her face.

Mari Nishijima forced herself to open her eyes: "...I'm very sleepy, why don't we take a nap?"

Echizen Ryuya: "Sleeping on a chair will scratch the paint."

Shinji Nishijima was speechless: "This chair has been placed for so long, how could there still be..."

"You can also sleep on my lap." He patted his thigh, with a smile on his lips, "I'll also fan you."

Mari Nishijima: "..."

It's hard not to be moved.

She struggled for three seconds, then quickly and peacefully lay down on Echizen Ryuya's lap.

The young man's legs were soft but not collapsed, and his tight muscles looked like a straw pillow of the right height when he lay down.

Mari Nishijima ran all morning, and after relaxing a little, she soon fell asleep peacefully.She fell asleep so fast that she seemed to forget that she was still wearing those bulky glasses frames on her face, and she didn't even take them off.

Echizen Ryuya lowered his head, the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously, and he smiled slightly.

A young man who always brings despair to his opponents on the tennis court, but at this moment shows excessive softness.

He carefully took off the pair of black-rimmed glasses, folded them aside, and gently pressed the red marks on the inside of Nishijima's nose bridge pressed by the glasses frame with his fingers.

She slept soundly, as if she trusted Echizen Ryuya naturally.

Just like the first time they met at the seaside, Echizen Ryuya made an outrageous request; Nishijima Mari also believed it, and couldn't help but believe it while doubting it.

The moment Mari Nishijima trusted him, he made an extremely absurd decision—but for Echizen Ryuya, it was a perfectly natural decision.

He knows everything that happened in the past.

He made up a lie to easily lure the other party to love him.

They have been apart for too long.

It was so long that Echizen Ryuya walked through snow-capped mountains, deserts, grasslands, forests with huge ferns, and noisy huge ships—it was so long that Echizen Ryuya felt that he had given up on her as if he had given up something.

Until they met again, Echizen Ryuya saw her, and his heart was shaken.

A mint leaf wrapped his heart, he felt a stimulating coolness, but a burning pain in his stomach.Echizen Ryuya realized that maybe it was love.

If he hadn't met again, he would never have realized that he still had love in his heart for the person he had only known for 21 days five years ago.

It's like after the moon is crippled, everyone starts to love it for a long time and unconsciously.

After breaking up without getting results, he also began to love Nishijima truth for a long time and unconsciously.

"……what are you doing?"

There was surprise in the boy's voice.

Echizen Ryuya looked up and saw his younger brother was carrying a tennis racket, holding a can of soda in one hand, looking at him with a 'horrified' expression - and the girl sleeping on his lap.

Echizen Longya raised his eyebrows, and lowered his voice: "Why are you here?"

Echizen Ryoma: "...This is a gymnasium. There is an indoor tennis room on the fourth floor. I often come here to practice. What are you doing? Don't tell me that you are here to participate in the comic exhibition downstairs."

Echizen Ryuya said bluntly, "Little one, can't you tell? I'm dating my girlfriend."

Echizen Ryoma's head was full of question marks, and he even took a step back subconsciously. Mao'er's eyes were wide open: "You? Date? Girlfriend?"

"Echizen Ryuya, it's against the law to pick up people anywhere, do you know?"

His voice was a little higher than before.Echizen Ryuya quickly covered Nishijima Mari's ears to prevent her from being woken up.

"It's okay, I won't complain about Truth Sauce."

Echizen Ryoma: "..."

He felt that Echizen Ryuya might have misunderstood the relationship between the defendant and the plaintiff.

But seeing Echizen Ryuya still alive and well dating girls here, he was relieved for a while.

He touched the tennis racket on his back and said, "Want to play a game? Tennis."

Echizen Ryuya pointed to Mari Nishijima who was sleeping soundly on her lap, and smiled: "I want to accompany my girlfriend, so you can go and play by yourself."

Echizen Ryoma: "...?"

"Oh, by the way," Echizen Ryuya covered Nishijima Mari's ears, and added calmly, "Next time when Mari-chan is around, when you meet me again, remember to pretend that I don't know how to play tennis."

Echizen Ryoma looked at his brother with the eyes of a mentally retarded: "Has your brain been spoiled by love?"

Echizen Longya's eyes were crooked, and there was an inexplicable sense of spring in his smile: "It's normal for you to not understand at this age, well, go play your tennis, and don't disturb my brother's date."

"..."

Echizen Ryoma felt the disgust of adults, turned his head and left without hesitation, and decided to draw a lucky one at the tennis court today to experience the outspin serve.

-Complete-