[National Table Tennis] Ping pong pong, dream collection

After he confessed his love to you that day, your head was in a shutdown state, but he was still brainwashing in your ears:

"What's wrong with being my girlfriend? I'm so handsome, and I have a puppy to play with you. The most important thing is that I'm a world champion. Don't you feel tempted by that?"

Not excited?it's out of the question.

You can't ignore his peachy eyes, with obvious flirtations, completely breaking your psychological defense.

You said yes.

When you went home that day, he accompanied you all the way, holding yours tightly with warm hands, for fear that you would get lost.

When you are almost finished calming down, he has already accompanied you to the gate of your community.

You waved to him dumbly, watching him leave.

Under the cold white light, his smile is very charming, making your face hot.

"Come here." He hooked his fingers, his voice magnetic.

You are defeated and move over slowly.

He took your hand and pressed you into his arms. Just as you were struggling to raise your head, he suddenly put a kiss on your lips.

Your brain is down again.

The perpetrator smiled lightly and pinched your soft face, smiling with peach blossom eyes.

"Goodnight kiss, are you satisfied?"

You have trouble sleeping at night.

So is it a kiss?

You don't feel so hot next to the volcano.

This man has completely knocked you out of sleep.

When you wake up in the morning your eye bags are very noticeable and you feel a little sick.

After washing up, I turned on my phone and found that he left you a few messages.

Wolf: Are you up, kid?

Wolf: Shall I take you to breakfast?

Wolf: It's very delicious. I really like that one.

Wolf: I'll wait for you downstairs.

The last message stays half an hour before you get up.

You look at your bags under the eyes in pain, and take out the cosmetics recommended by your friends before to barely cover them.

When you hurried downstairs, you saw him park his motorcycle under the big tree next to him, the sunlight scattered on him from the gaps in the leaves, his peach eyes were slightly closed, as if he was sleeping.

You unconsciously slowed down and walked quietly to his side.

Sure enough, he was sleeping.

Looking at his non-aggressive facial features, you poked the bridge of his nose with cute thoughts.

The next second, he opened his eyes, filled with drowsiness, and blinked when he saw it was you.

"How can you sleep so well?" He stretched out and touched your head.

You puffed your mouth, unable to refute.

You also slept for two or three hours more, you have lost this battle.

While you were dreaming, he adjusted the motorcycle and threw you a helmet.

You catch it, feeling a little heavy, and then look at him puzzled.

"Put it on and take you for a ride." His voice settled in the helmet.

The autumn wind is just right, cool and warm.

You hold on to the hem of his coat, watching the changing scenery with interest.

A sudden sudden stop startled you, and you hugged his waist in a hurry.

You heard his voice with a smile: "That's right."

You blushed secretly, and chose to continue hugging his waist.

After watching the scenery at noon, you were all a little tired, so you parked your car in a random suburb.

You eat the omelet rice he bought for you, and sit on the steps next to you to enjoy the beautiful scenery.

With his hands on the back of his head, he lay comfortably on the grass next to him.

After a while, you slowly uttered a sentence: "Why did you kiss me yesterday?"

He suddenly laughed out loud when he heard your words, looked at you playfully and said, "What do you think?"

Before you could speak, he pulled you down and lay down on the grass with him.

The box of omurice lay alone beside it.

"When are you going to take the initiative?"

"girlfriend?"