Amethyst Fascination

At the same time, in a different place, another scene of parting was staged at the U-17 Hesu base.

Sitting in a secluded corner of the restaurant, Yukimura quietly looked at the dots of snow falling from the gloomy sky, with a hint of sadness in his purple eyes.

Although they had been together for three years, in the last year, the time he spent with these teammates was too short.Therefore, when saying goodbye, it is impossible to be without melancholy.

"Yukimura, don't worry, we will wait for you to come back." Seeing Yukimura's pale face, Sanada's deep voice was filled with reluctance and complexity.

They have known each other since they were four years old.The friendship that was supposed to last forever has changed in the last year.Because of that child, because of that love, there was a rift between them.

"Isn't he recovering from his illness? Why did the minister suddenly say he's going to America? I don't want to part with the minister." Wiping the tears that couldn't be wiped clean, Kirihara gritted his teeth and whimpered like a small animal.

The minister who vowed to defeat from the first day of entering Lihai University, the always smiling but absolutely stern minister, is the most important existence in his life.Although he knew that after the national competition, all the seniors around him would graduate, but he always thought that in another year, when they entered high school, they would still be together every day as before.

Raising his hand and gently rubbing Kirihara's soft hair, Liu sighed softly and said, "Don't do this, Chiya. Do you want Seiichi to go to the United States with concern? We should be happy if we can cure the disease yes."

"Why are you still acting like a child, don't cry anymore, it's so ugly!" Marui, who had known all this for a long time, didn't have any obvious sadness in his eyes, so he still strangled Kirihara's neck as usual, and rubbed hard Mess up his hair. "Do you still want the minister to continue playing with you despite your injury?"

Looking back at Kirihara's flushed eyes, and a slight smile appeared on his elegant lips, Yukimura said softly, "Okay, Marui, don't bully Kirihara anymore." Turning his eyes to others, he smiled slightly, and said: "If you are free, don't miss training, for our new three-in-a-row. Also, take time to help Qieyuan with his homework, otherwise he won't be able to enter the high school."

Standing up to save Kirihara from Marui's men, Yukimura looked at the crying face tenderly and couldn't help laughing out loud. "Kirhara, as the next minister, you have to learn to control your temper. Tennis is not a sport where you use violence against your opponent. Also, stop spreading rumors that Tian likes me."

"I see, Minister." Wiping his face vigorously, Kirihara suddenly raised his head, looked at the handsome face with an extremely gentle smile, and shivered. "That... Minister... I never said that Vice Minister Sanada likes you..."

On the side, Sanada stared at Kirihara with black lines all over his face, his hands clenched into fists.Taking a deep breath, endured and endured, and finally punched the opponent's head hard, gritted his teeth and said: "You bastard, wait for me to circle the Hesu base 50 times!"

"Don't do this, Vice Minister! I'm still feeling sad!" Howling, Kirihara lowered his head in dejection.

This burst of laughter dilutes the sorrow of parting at the right time, and everyone stares at the youngest among them, Kirihara, with funny and angry eyes, and can't help but bully them collectively.

Enough of the fuss, Nio looked at the little figure who appeared at the door of the restaurant at some time, smiled and approached Yukimura, hugged him, and stared at the tense little face from the corner of his eyes.Make persistent efforts, put his mouth close to Yukimura's ear, and he said with a smile: "Your kitten is here, Minister."

Reluctantly, he pulled away the slender arms that were wrapped around him, with a gentle smile in his amethyst phoenix eyes, he turned his eyes to Sanada, and said softly: "King Ni is actually very concerned about Kirihara, let him practice with him later."

"If you don't die, you won't die. This is just right for you, Nioh-san." Pushing his glasses, Yagyu had a playful smile on his lips, watched Yukimura walking away quickly, and said, "That kitten It can’t be used as a joke, the owner’s level is much higher than yours.”

Gently hugging the boy who turned around and left, Yukimura looked at the unhappy little face with a smile, and said softly: "Are you going to leave without saying hello, little guy?"

"Let go, you bastard." Wanting to struggle hard, but worried that the other party would not be able to bear his own strength, the boy growled angrily and annoyed.

Looking down at the angry little face, Yukimura blinked, with a hint of comprehension in his eyes.The little guy seemed jealous.This recognition made him very happy, and he couldn't help but want to tease him a little more. "King Ni was reluctant to part with me, so he gave me a hug, which meant nothing else."

Feeling broken, Nio came over, put his arms around Yukimura's waist, and teased impertinently: "Seiki, I don't want you to be so reluctant, why don't you show it. How about a tongue kiss?"

A little speechless, Yukimura turned his head and was about to say something to Nioh, but he didn't want the boy in his arms to jump up suddenly, pull his neck down, and hit his lips hard.

There were only a few kisses, and Yukimura took the lead, the boy didn't know what to do, he just roughly rubbed and bit on the other's lips from memory.

The purple eyes widened slightly, feeling the slight itchiness of the lower lip, Yukimura pinched Nioh who was still in his arms, and hugged the petite body in his arms tightly with his backhand.The lips of each other are closely pressed together, and the tip of the tongue delicately traces the soft lips of the young man, and penetrates into the slightly parted mouth, deeply absorbing the sweetness that belongs to him.

Feeling the involuntary burning of the body, feeling the slight struggle of the child in his arms due to poor breathing, Yukimura gently opened his arms with some reluctance, panting slightly.

With a delicate face blushing, the corners of the young man's lips curled up in a triumphant arc, his golden eyes stared at Niwang's slightly stunned eyes, and hummed proudly: "He is mine."

Ah, this little guy will also declare ownership. It seems that Nioh did a good thing unintentionally.Slightly bending his amethyst-like eyes, and gently wiping the crystals from the corners of the boy's lips with his fingers, Yukimura's soft voice carried a trace of uncontrollable hoarseness, "Of course I belong to you, little guy. So, don't be jealous."

"Tch, who's jealous." Turning his head away, the young man muttered a little embarrassedly, frowned and said, "Go back and pack your things, I have to leave tomorrow."

Looking back at his somewhat sluggish teammates, Yukimura's face became slightly hot, and he quickly covered it up with a perfect smile, and said with a light smile, "Let's do this first, and see you tonight."

I really didn't expect that I would kiss this child in full view, but the moment my lips and tongue met just now, I really wanted to never let go of him for the rest of my life.

Not far away, Sanada, who had witnessed all this, pursed his lips tightly, his chest was congested and panicked, and even his heart couldn't help throbbing.Mingming knew that Yukimura and the child were already dating, why is it still so uncomfortable?

Gently holding the boy's hand, and walking back to the dormitory together, Yukimura looked down at the little face that was still blushing, and said with a light smile, "Ryoma, I'm very happy."

"What are you happy about?" The boy lowered his head, his eyes rested on the hands that were intertwined with each other, and his voice was muffled.What a shame, to have done such a shameful thing in front of so many people.

"Because I just found out today that Ryoma cares so much about me." Wei Wei stopped, took the boy's hand to her lips, kissed his fingertips lightly, and said softly, "When we see Uncle Nanjiro and Mama Rinko , just tell them about us."

Shrinking his hands and realizing that he could not avoid the other party's kiss, the young man blushed and lowered his head, and whispered, "What if they don't agree?"

Gently staring at the delicate face, Yukimura's amethyst-like eyes burst into gentle pampering, bent down and whispered in his ear: "Just to inform, not to ask for their opinions. You said, I am you of."