Wang Wang's dream color

"The doctor said you need to rest."

In the afternoon sunshine, when he knocked on the door and walked into the house, Yukimura saw him leaning on the railing on the balcony and looking into the distance, ecstatic, put down the thermos bucket in his hand, walked over quickly, and said in a warm voice, "This is not enough It will affect the rest of the game."

"I'm ready. Besides,"

Hearing the sound, Chuyin lazily glanced back and looked back, his tone was still arrogant and nonchalant, "It's just blowing."

"Why, are you still in a bad mood?"

Glancing at Izune's lips that were as delicate as a rose, Yukimura asked softly with a smile on his face, and half-forcedly put his arms around Izune's shoulders and brought her back into the house, "Or Care about the game?"

"No."

Being pressed lightly by Yukimura and sitting at the dining table, the tone heard his question, frowned, obviously insincere, "It's just a loss."

"It's not because of this, what's the matter?"

Open the thermos bucket I brought, and the tempting aroma hits my nostrils, "Today's soup, try it, it nourishes qi and blood."

Seeing the gentle boy in front of her serving soup for her, and staring at Yukimura's face that seemed to be smiling gently all the time, she was in a daze for a moment, the feeling that this man gave her... has always been so gentle...

His eyes flickered slightly, and the last moment before he fainted on the day of the game flashed in his mind...that flashing figure...was...very different from him...

"how?"

Pulled back by Yukimura's voice, he shook his head and looked up at him, the thought in his mind popped out as soon as he opened his mouth, "Have you ever been angry?"

"Huh? Live."

Startled, Yukimura pushed the bowl of good soup in front of Deyin, and slightly bent his eyes, "I gave birth not long ago."

"Ah... Is it because of the loss in the Kanto Tournament?"

Thinking about it this way, his emotions were indeed a little strange in those few days, a smile was not a smile, anger was not anger...

Wait, why does she care about this person's emotions...

She was stunned, and from the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Yukimura who was watching her drink soup all day long, and suddenly felt that the fingertips touching the spoon were slightly hot.

"Ding!"

His mind was a little confused, he frowned, and simply dropped the spoon, with a slight hint of anger in his arrogant tone, "What does it taste like! Don't drink it!"

"Huh? Does it taste weird?"

Slightly puzzled, Yukimura leaned over as he spoke, lightly picked up the spoon that was thrown back into the bowl by the voice, and took a sip, very naturally, "No."

"you,"

With the sudden and approaching breath, Deyin looked at the gentle face that was very close to him, that is the distance that seems to be entwined with one breath...

Thinking of this, her heart beat suddenly a little faster, and even her cheeks felt a little hot, but before she could say a complete sentence, the man's eyes looked over again, with a deep teasing smile that he didn't usually see.

"One more sip, eh?"

The elegant young man's voice carried a slightly tipsy smile, looking at the spoon that was handed to his lips, maybe there was still the breath of that person's light touch on it...

"Take it away, who wants to—" I was taken aback by the thought that flashed in my mind, and I waved away Yukimura's outstretched arm holding the spoon, and stared at it shyly. At that moment...

However, he was expected to pinch his chin...

"you,"

Eyes widened in surprise, a low and elegant smile came from beside her ears, and before she could react, Wen Xiang was approaching, and she was caught off guard by Yukimura bowing her head and kissing her...

It was an extremely long kiss, so long that the breath intertwined, and the lips and teeth were full of emotional lingering...

Her heart was beating like thunder, and there seemed to be brilliant colors exploding in front of her eyes, and beside her buzzing ears, she could only vaguely hear that person's elegant chuckle, extremely gentle...

“Taste...very good...”

It was as if all the oxygen in her chest had been squeezed out, she clutched her heart that was too fast to slow down, her thoughts were too chaotic to think, but the man was still whispering in her ear, his breath wrapped around her already hot earlobe, "right..."

"you!"

Gently holding Izune's wrist and waving it towards him, Yukimura still smiled so softly. He leaned closer again, and kissed the tears from the corners of Izune's eyes little by little. With red cheeks, her voice is still slightly deep and elegant.

"Hey, don't make trouble. Drink the soup properly."

Gently touching Tone's lips that were blushing from this kiss, Yukimura still smiled tenderly, with only a little more depth in his eyes, "Unless...you want to do it again...huh?"

Hearing the seriousness in the man's teasing tone, he stared and blushed, finally lost in the eye contact with Yukimura, pouted and lowered his head.

Yukimura looked at the voice obediently holding up the bowl and drinking the soup, his eyes fell on her unnaturally red earlobes, he smiled slightly, the room was silent...

Warm and slightly drunk...

Just like the temperature difference between day and night in summer, the breath under the afternoon sun and the moonlight at midnight both faintly reveal different smells, a rotten and dark breath penetrates into certain corners of the drowsy, giving off a sweet and greasy smell. With a malicious laugh.

"I will be waiting for the beautiful young lady at the appointed event, see you soon."...

Under the cool wind of the summer night, the month of January is approaching, and that day, Fu Tian's lonely and soft voice rang in his ears again.

Sakura took out the invitation letter full of weirdness from the drawer, her eyes were dark, and she smiled a bit secretively, "It's here..."

"Ryuzaki Sakura...?"

In the extravagant room, reclining in a chair, wearing a well-fitting expensive suit, turned around the man who was playing with a glass of wine with his fingers pierced.

The originally ordinary and gentle face is now vivid, oozing with a trace of evil, it is impressively the mediocre captain Ban Gang who has had an intersection with Shanze before.

"Yes."

And standing in front of him with his head slightly bowed was the feminine man Fu Tian Ji Lian who sent an invitation letter to Ying Nao, who looked very respectful towards Ban Gang.

"The person who can make Mu Qian interested..."

A trace of loathing and jealousy flashed in his eyes, Ban Gang curled his lips, and the blushing wine was sipped by him like blood, "Interesting..."

"Underground ball club? No way! It's too dangerous!"

Putting down the teacup in his hand heavily, Ryuzaki frowned and looked at Sakurano with a careless face, with a serious tone, "You can't go!"

"No, I'm going."

The tone was light but surprisingly firm, Sakura put her head on one hand, looked at the mysterious vortex in Ryuzaki's eyes, "It's them... I already smell the rotten smell oozing from hell... "

"So, it's too dangerous..."

Ryuzaki opened his mouth to stop, but he seemed to remember something, his eyes were a little drawn away, and his tone became loose, "It's still..."

"The recovery has reached a bottleneck, and I also need an opportunity."

Standing up, Sakura smiled lightly, the corners of her lips blurred, "Don't worry."

Seeing Sakura turned and left, Ryuzaki pursed his lips, and still picked up the handset of the phone beside him, "What is it, Nanjiro..."......

The moonlight is peeping, the night is sultry, it seems... there will be a huge movement in the future...

The sun in the west was like blood, and the twilight was sinking. Sakura walked out the door with her bag on her back, and behind her was Ryuzaki's speechless but worried eyes.

She was standing on the side of the road, about to call a taxi to the place indicated on the invitation letter, when a black car slid up without a sound and stopped beside her.

"Is it Ms. Ryuzaki?"

A man in black got out of the car, came to Sakurano and bowed slightly, "Mr. Yagawa asked me to pick you up to the venue."

"Yagawa?"

Sakura looked up at the man who was much taller than herself, and took a step back, "I don't remember knowing such a person"

"Mr. Yagawa is the host of this club."

The man showed the back of his hand expressionlessly. There was a pink skull tattooed there, and he rushed towards his face viciously, "Mr. said you are his distinguished guest, so he specially sent me to pick you up. Please."

Raising her eyebrows, Sakura thought for a while and got into the car according to her momentum, her eyebrows and eyes were secretly flowing, the honored guest...

The car started again and left the city without a sound. The scenery changed along the way, and soon came to the port by the water. Sakura looked at the scene in front of her, and the corners of her lips blurred...Cruise ship...

An extremely huge six-story cruise ship stands in the port, with a pure white and gold-plated hull, there is a faint sound of music, and you can tell how extravagant it is just by looking at its appearance.

Sakura looked at the entrance of the port, which was sealed by heavy bodyguards in black. From time to time, famous cars drove in, obviously carrying guests who came to the club.

The car stopped after entering the port, and Sakura watched the man who got out of the car open the car door for her, with a smile still light, and after thanking softly, she walked down with her bag on her back, and stepped on the road that stretched from the entrance all the way. To the red carpet before the cruise.

"Ryuzaki!"

Sakura, who was checking the invitation letter for the waiter waiting at the other end of the red carpet, heard a familiar voice, turned her head slightly in surprise, and met Echizen's gaze who was walking slowly, "Ryoma?"

"Why did you come here?"

Seeing Sakura's surprised face, Echizen raised his hand and shook the identical invitation letter in his hand, the meaning was self-evident.

"I didn't expect that you would receive it too."

The obscurity in the eyes flashed away, Sakura smiled slightly, and looked a little deeper at the huge cruise ship.

Echizen looked at her side face, recalled what his father said before going out, frowned, is it dangerous...

"Okay. This is your badge."

The waiter who completed the registration bowed in a well-trained manner, handed over two black badges with pink skull phantoms, and watched the two board the cruise ship, "I wish you two a pleasant trip."

The setting sun has completely sunk into the western sky, the sky is gradually dimming, the lights of the cruise ship are turned on one by one, the gorgeous colors are full of erosive excitement, there are waiters in white clothes guiding them along the way, Sakura and Nai look at each other tacitly , and walked side by side to the cabin where the music sounded faintly ahead.

At this time, Chu Ming and Shan Ze were also on the way to drive here.

"Brother, what exactly is this underground club?"

Shan Ze held the invitation letter between two fingers, looked at Chu Ming on the driver's seat while looking at it, "I haven't heard of it before."

"It is hosted by a worldwide organization, and it is held in different countries every two years. There are mainly two kinds of guests participating, rich people and golfers."

Chu Ming was steering the steering wheel, there was a cold light in his eyes behind the glasses...

"The rich gamble, and the golfers gamble with their lives."

The car window was opened a slit, letting in a sudden cool breeze, Shanze blinked, feeling a little cold...

The author has something to say: Some plots don’t feel anything at all when I read them, but I feel inexplicably ashamed when I write them... Hey... Naturally, no matter what kind of characters are alive...

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