amber affair

Her phoenix eyes were as cold as usual, but there was a hint of self-blame and pain in the twinkling.Nodding his head, standing at the bottom line, Tezuka murmured silently in his heart: "Don't get on the ground carelessly, Echiqian."

It was the end of the match, but it was just the last ball, the bright yellow ball had been passed back and forth between the two of them countless times, and neither of them would give up lightly.

The arm sank slightly, and the face of the racket touched the tennis ball whirling with thunderous momentum, and with a light cut, the light and elegant zero-style cut with a faint killing intent was completed.

But this time, Ryoma didn't let the last mistake happen again, barely overdrawn his twitching right leg, and quickly moved to the front of the net with small steps on one foot. He used the same zero-style slice to lift the falling ball.

Maybe it was because the left arm, which had already been overwhelmed, didn't control the strength well, or maybe it was intentional. When the yellow ball brushed the net, it stopped for a while, and then wobbled and fell against the net. field.Such a tricky angle made Tezuka unable to fight back even if he was already in front of the net.

won!The prince who has attracted the attention of the world has once again defeated the emperor with pride!With moved tears, the audience stood up at the same time, and sent their most sincere respect to the prince who seemed so difficult to even stand.

Holding the slender body that was about to fall with one hand, Tezuka stared at the delicate and pretty face full of proud smiles with complicated expressions, and finally revealed a light smile without regret. "I lost, Echizen. Congratulations on winning Wimbledon."

Yes, I lost. I tried my best in this game, but I still couldn't beat you.You have gone too far, I have been unable to catch up with your footsteps, except to send blessings, I can only look at you.

"Thank you, Minister." Standing up straight with Tezuka's arms, Ryoma proudly looked around the field, then clasped each other's fingers and held them up high.

Before fulfilling our promise, there is only the last US Open left, Sanada-senpai.

(69)

Facing Atobe who forced him to leave after the game, Ryoma didn't bother to talk about it, and didn't have the energy to argue again.So, he just leaned in Atobe's arms so obediently, and let him take him to check his body, and then came to this elegant restaurant on the banks of the Thames.

The obviously fully booked restaurant is elegant and empty, filled with red roses just airlifted from Bulgaria, the faint fragrance, soft lighting, melodious piano accompaniment, the atmosphere is extraordinarily warm.

Putting Ryoma gently on the comfortable seat on the open-air balcony, Atobe watched the waiters file in, and after delivering the most delicious and authentic dinner and red wine, he waved away everyone, leaving only each other to look at each other quietly .

Sweeping lightly at the layers of red roses around him, there was a hint of helplessness and indescribable apology in the amber-like cat's eyes, Ryoma just watched Atobe's slightly clumsy distribution of food for himself, and then poured The wine, as bright red as blood, was delivered to him.

Taking the crystal-clear wine glass without resistance, Ryoma stared straight at Atobe's hesitant appearance, and finally couldn't help muttering: "Don't make it so gorgeous, okay, you're not a child anymore."

"My uncle said that what I want to give you is the best." Frowning slightly, Atobe sat down gracefully beside Ryoma, and their wine glasses touched each other lightly, making a clear and pleasant sound.

Taking a sip of the fragrant red wine, the well-maintained slender fingers gently slid across the bandaged knee, Atobu was silent for a moment, and there was concern that could not be concealed in the gorgeous voice: "Does it still hurt?"

"It's just a small injury, you are the one who made you so nervous, and you don't even think about your identity." Intentionally ignoring the heart-shattering tenderness, Ryoma squinted at the Thames River with twinkling lights, and his tone was just like theirs. The same casualness in getting along for so many years.

"What is your identity? I'm Keigo Atobe. I can do whatever I want. I don't have time to care what others say." With a lazy smile, Atobe leaned back in his seat comfortably, and his eyes never shifted from Ryoma's. face away.He is the proud owner of the Atobe family, and no one can make him do this except the child in front of him.

Sighing lightly, Ryoma avoided Atobu's gaze full of obvious love uncomfortably, and lowered his head to look at the old light blue wristband on his wrist, cherishing and reluctant.This is the only thing that person keeps by his side, no matter how carefully he treats it, it is still old, damaged and irreparable, just like everything between him and that person.

Atobe's gaze was slightly displeased as he slowly moved on the old wristband with his slender and white fingers.Isn't it just a broken wristband?No matter how much he wants, even if he can buy YONEX, why should he cherish it so much?Just because it's something Sanada used?Isn't that person hurting him enough?Why do you still remember him?

Taking a deep breath of the cool evening air, Atobe forced himself to be calm, and forced himself not to reach out and snatch the wristband he stroked like a lover and throw it into the Thames downstairs, and said calmly: "Xingmura asked me to tell you , he will handle the trophy, you don't have to worry about it."

"Well, I know." With a slight smile, Longma raised his chin, stared at the exquisite food on the table, and said with a smile, "Aren't you hungry, Monkey Mountain King, I am very hungry."

Squinting slightly, watching Ryoma concentrate on the food on the plate, the tempting pink tip of his tongue slid across the soft pink lips from time to time, Atobe finally couldn't suppress the desire in his heart, and hugged him with his slender arms from behind. Slender and flexible body.The hot lips lightly touched the graceful neck, and whispered hoarsely in his ear: "Call me by my uncle's name, and call me Jingwu, Ryoma."

Struggling lightly, but unable to break free from the seemingly gentle hug, Ryoma sighed in frustration, put down the knife and fork in his hand, and turned to look at the gentle silvery purple eyes. "Don't be like this, Atobe." No longer shouting out that ridiculous address with pride and contempt like when he was young, but also not calling out words that only belong to lovers so intimately, he reminded lightly: "It's useless." .”

It's useless, no matter what you call it, it's useless.I know that what you want is not just a change of name, but what you desire, and I can't give it to you.Because, I have nothing left.

"At least he's not the King of Monkey Mountain anymore." He buried his face on the side of Ryoma's neck, greedily inhaled the faint milk fragrance that still remained on his body, smiled slightly bitterly, and pecked his lips affectionately like a baby. As delicate white porcelain skin.

It's really sweet, did Sanada kiss him like this before, leaving traces here?Why is Sanada willing to give up this person who he can exchange with everything in the Atobe family?

"Are you really going to eat me instead of dinner, Atobe-senpai?" With a pair of cat eyes indifferent, Ryoma simply gave up struggling, picked up the knife and fork again, and ate the dinner that could no longer taste anything.I really miss those Japanese-style foods, and I really miss the grilled fish that the person carefully picked out the fishbone for himself.

"It was you who came to provoke me first, Ryoma." Sucking greedily on the warm neck, squinting at the spots of cherry red floating on the white skin, Atobu's deep voice contained the hoarseness of lust. "Don't forget, who appeared in front of this uncle and gave him a nickname that is not gorgeous?"

The memory that was provoked for no reason made Ryoma frown slightly, lowered his eyes in silence, and his fingers unconsciously twitched.

At that time, he didn't know that person, he only knew to defeat someone stronger than himself, such as the minister, such as the person behind him.If I don't know that person, this kind of life will continue for a little longer.At least, tennis is very simple and will not make myself so painful.

"Since the day you called me to stop you, I have been in it. It was you who flirted with me and then escaped. I wanted you to be free for a while, but I didn't expect that bastard Sanada to intervene. "His arms tightly hugged the trembling body in his arms, as if he wanted to embed him in his arms and locked him tightly, Atobe rudely gnawed at the sweet and warm skin, his laughter was full of anger and sadness.

"Do you still remember the youth trials? On the night when Tezuka came back, you kissed Sanada on the playground. My uncle was almost crazy with jealousy. Why did you fall in love with Sanada after teasing me? That person is right You are not good at all, why do you still want to give up on him?"

If the person you fall in love with is me, I will hold the best thing in this world to you, I will love you for the rest of my life, I will not let you have any chance to be sad, but why don't you love me ?After making me fall in love with you, why is the person you fall in love with not me?

"Stop talking!" Forced to recall those memories that were deliberately suppressed in my heart, her delicate face gradually paled, and even her breathing was choked with sobs.Turning around, tightly covering Atobu's lips with trembling fingers, begging in the cat's eyes, Ryoma growled hoarsely: "Stop talking!"

Staring for a long time at the pair of golden eyes that are getting foggy, such exhaustion and pain made Atobe's frantic and jealous mood gradually return to calm.The slender fingers gently covered the back of the hand, which was so white that no trace of blood could be seen, and branded a precious kiss on the trembling palm, Atobe opened his arms to embrace him, and sighed apologetically: "Okay, don't say it, what you don't want to hear , I won’t say any more.”

"Don't bother me anymore..." He closed his eyes and rested his head on Atobu's shoulder, Ryoma's hoarse voice lingered from the exhaustion from body to soul, and smiled softly: "Who do I love, what do I want?" , has nothing to do with you