Beauty is destined

"what--"

An exclamation pierced the sky, causing a group of red-billed white pigeons to flap their wings and fly into the air.

He looked up at the place where the sound came from, his eyes were pierced by the dazzling sky light and it was difficult to open. In the dimness, he seemed to see a girl rolling down from the roof of the gazebo.

Atobe Keigo stretched out his hands subconsciously, the soles of his shoes vigorously crushed the fallen petals, carefully adjusted the position, and even adjusted the arc of his arms.

The person who fell just landed in his arms with a hint of coldness.

His posture is very skilled, as if he has done this action countless times, holding her carefully is like holding a bouquet of flowers.

The girl with the fragrant fragrance in her arms looked up at him, her ocean-like eyes were timid, like some kind of small animal, and her fingers were curled up on his shoulders.

She opened her mouth, but did not call out his name, a smear of cherry color smeared her cheeks, she lowered her head obediently, her long silver curly hair slipped from her shoulders, slipped in from his loose neckline and slid past him His collarbone, as if she had teasingly touched it with her fingers, made his skin itchy and his heart sore.

Atobe Keigo looked up at the white corner of the gazebo, the sunlight falling from the corner made him unable to open his eyes.

She moved lightly in his arms a few times, but it made him tighten his arms for a moment of great reaction.

She seemed to be afraid, trembling all over.

She is afraid of him.

She was actually afraid of him!

Atobe Keigo's gaze suddenly became sharper, scraping across her skin like a steel knife, but when he went further down, he suddenly turned his head.

She looked down suspiciously, and immediately grabbed the corner of the skirt with both hands, and her ears hidden in her hair turned red.I didn't pay attention when it fell just now, the corner of her plaid skirt rolled up, almost revealing her panties.

However, even though she tried her best to cover it up, the phantom brought by those greasy white legs still stayed on his retina.

Atobe Keigo exhaled lightly, as if defeated by her, with a bit of unwillingness on his face.

"Ah, can you go by yourself?"

She was like a shy rose, she lowered her head and gave a very light "um".

He bent down slightly and let go of his hand, while she stepped on the ground cautiously like a deer that just learned to walk, her innocent ice-blue water eyes peeking at him.

Just like that time.

His throat was sweet, and he couldn't help coughing softly.

However, when he withdrew his hand, she immediately exhaled, as if she had solved a big problem.

Keigo Atobe was suddenly upset.

"Hmm." He stroked his nostrils with his fingers, and said coldly, "Can we go?"

She lowered her head, and her long hair, as smooth as moonlight, fell to her chest, revealing her white and soft neck, but a small mole on it ruined the whole beauty.

But he loves it very much, and he can't stop kissing that little mole.She is also extremely sensitive there, trembling all over from touching and kissing, and even shrinking her toes, which is very cute.

Moreover, her mole is similar in shape to his tear mole, as if it was marked to belong to him at birth.

"Thank you Atobe-sama."

His frown deepened.

But she seemed frightened by him, pinching her skirt with both hands, trying to put on a smiling face, "Yes... sorry, I'm leaving first."

Her feet just took a step back.

Keigo Atobe suddenly said, "Why are you sleeping there?"

Although he knew the answer, he still wanted to hear it from her mouth.

...the answer that made him fall in love at first sight.

"Because..." She was a little ashamed to say it, she couldn't help scratching her cheek with her fingers, and said softly: "It's so high there that I can hear the voice of the sky."

He knew that even after listening to it once, he still couldn't help being tempted.

How can you be so cute?

This is simply a foul.

"If you don't leave, you won't be able to catch up with the afternoon class." She carefully reminded, seeing that he didn't stop her, she smiled at him, turned and left.

Her long silver hair glistened in the sun.

He looked at her back silently, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and then looked down at his palm, where he had touched every part of her and felt every bit of her softness.

"Qunai, do you believe in fate?" The girl at the front desk knocked on her table with a little joy in her eyes.

Akina Fujiwara kept her eyes on the book in her hand, and said softly, "I don't believe it."

"Hey!" The front desk seemed to be frightened, and kept asking, "Why, why?"

"Everything is inevitable by chance, just like a girl I know once said: If she meets someone she likes, she must make him fall in love with her, and the best way is to create coincidences. People are paralyzed, as long as she takes care of him tenderly, he will definitely grab her like a life-saving straw."

She smiled and closed the book, "A man also has a weak time, and that time is the easiest time to conquer his heart."

Hanoi Nanako looked at her icy blue eyes, which were slightly narrowed in the sun, cute like a Persian cat, but made her shiver for no reason.

"Aha...haha..." She smiled dryly, and said reluctantly, "Qunai, you met such a scary person."

After finishing speaking, she quickly turned around and wrote a few words on the paper, which was passed to a girl not far away.

Akina Fujiwara looked out of the window with her cheek supported on one hand, and pouted her lips boredly. Even though she made indecent movements, she still reflected a beautiful and stunning face in the reflection of the glass.

She knew what they were discussing without even thinking about it. It was nothing more than the fact that Bingdi's school girl had fallen and made inappropriate friends.

Exactly the same as in my previous life.

It's boring...

Akina Fujiwara gently combed her fingers through her hair, as if grabbing a handful of Moonlight Stream, but in the end she didn't catch anything.

She lay listlessly on the table again.

Since she was reborn, why not move the time forward a bit, to the time when her father had not sold her mother and her.

Her arms hung down limply, even swaying slightly with the breeze blowing in from the window, as if she were dead, just like the way she cut off the artery with her own hands in the bathtub that night.

...The blood flow is too slow, it really hurts.

In her previous life, because she had to repay the debt owed by her father, she had to toss and turn on various wine tables every day and night, saying all kinds of flattering words in front of different people, trying to struggle hard but getting deeper and deeper in the darkness, and finally was engulfed in sludge.

Qiu Nai raised the corners of her mouth, maybe it was a habit left over from her previous life——

The more difficult, the more painful, and the more she wanted to cry, the more beautiful, charming, and enchanting she smiled.

Bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, Akina Fujiwara walked to the school gate, but was blocked by all kinds of girls.

They were all flushed, both shy and a little excited, as if they had met some idol.

ha?

Ice Emperor will invite idols?

... What kind of piano master, or what kind of opera master?

Qiu Nai guessed wildly, and when she became more and more impatient, the crowd suddenly burst into piercing screams.

She suddenly felt that her ears were ringing, and she was almost deaf.

"Ah! Atobe sama!"

She covered her ears with her hands, looked with a frown, and only saw a fingertip on the densely packed heads, shimmering in the sun. The two fingertips rubbed lightly, as if they had snapped fingers. People didn't know what they said, and suddenly there was a louder scream from the crowd, which she could still hear even if she blocked her ears tightly.

This gorgeous and unattractive Mr. Atobe was the legendary figure of Ice Emperor back then. There were only a lot of myths about him from the elementary school to the high school. In her previous life, she only had a vague impression of him as a "rich man" .

Their ice emperor got into the car and left. These girls crowded together and discussed with each other how handsome Atobe Sama was just now, and how many photos they snapped.

Akina Fujiwara passed by them, and immediately felt an impatient gaze fall on her.

However, she didn't know that at an intersection she passed by, a luxurious private car was reluctantly hidden at the corner, with the windows rolled down, a pair of dark blue almost gloomy eyes were silently watching her.

Touching the tear mole with her fingers, she finally opened her mouth when she could no longer see her back——

"Let's drive."

The wind blowing in from the car window brushed his short purple-gray hair, and a tear mole under the corner of his eye.

Atobe Keigo looked in a trance, as if he had returned to that afternoon many years ago...

Because of one accident, he met another accident, which knocked his originally well-ordered life into jeopardy.

He is familiar with all her looks, her shy, charming, cute, ruthless, and everything about her that night when the two of them ate the forbidden fruit...

He originally wanted to take her to a small island for vacation. There were only the two of them on that small island, and the ship responsible for delivering supplies would come once a week.

However, one day the weather changed suddenly, the sky was covered with dark clouds, lightning flashed and thundered, and the heavy rain continued. This weather lasted for half a month, and the waves were too big for the boat to approach.

At that time, because she was afraid, she insisted on putting the quilts of the two of them in the living room, and asked him to accompany her to watch the heavy rain, saying that she would not be afraid if she practiced courage.

The living room is sunken, with floor-to-ceiling windows on both sides, and even the ceiling is a controllable glass canopy.The two of them were tightly attached to each other, I don't know if it was because of the horrible natural weather, or because they were too close together and their hearts were beating so hard.

Suddenly, there was a flash of lightning, and she slid into his arms, sitting shyly on his lap like a homeless kitten.

She is soft, he is hard.

The whiteness of lightning flashed across her cheeks, her eyes were clear, her cheeks were flushed, she looked at him, those ice blue eyes seemed to be undetectable Arctic Ocean, she smiled shyly at him, the ice blue in her eyes Melting into a bright blue, like the wings of a luminous goddess butterfly.

As if he had been bewitched, he held her in his arms, bound her in the world that only he could touch.

He kissed her.

The rest of the memory seemed to be cut into pieces by the blinding lightning and rumbling thunder.

The hand used to hold the tennis racket rested on her fair calf.

She blushed and kissed his Adam's apple.

His fingers lifted the straps of her nightgown.

Her clothes are like flower petals meandering to the ground, and she is the sweet flower heart.

nervous……

sweet……

So hot.

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