Chapter 172 Tennis Game

After hearing what Zhou Ye said, Xia Yao's face warmed up silently for a while, and she reached out to hold his eyes down.

Maybe because the indoor air conditioner was a little cold, her hands felt a little cold when she touched her, but her voice was very soft.

Zhou Ye's back was pressed against the sofa and heard her ask: Are you guys all like this?

He was stopped by her and could not answer for a while.

After a moment of silence, he leaned his head a little bit self-deprecatingly on the sofa, letting her cover his eyes, and there was darkness in front of him.

I don’t know... I just thought of you wearing the ones I bought, and your whole body suddenly became numb.

Both of them seemed to be integrated into the quiet environment around them. Seeing him as he was so tactful, Xia Yao couldn't help but press his body forward and gently kissed his lips.

She pursed his lips gently for a few times, then separated slightly, then lowered her head and looked at his red ears with her eyes down.

Zhou Ye, can you play tennis?Teach me to play tennis, okay?

His Adam's apple slid up and down between his neck, and raised his hand to lift her hand pressing against his eyes away.

You really like my mom, and you just left for a while and wanted to see her.

No, I just want you to teach me to play tennis, okay?

Her wrist was still held in his hand. The two looked at each other in the soft afternoon sun for a few seconds. Zhou Ye defeated and moved his gaze away first.

Kiss me again.

She leaned against Zhou Ye, lowered her head and touched his lips again, pursing his lips.

Zhou Ye, you are so soft.She sighed.

The boy, who was hard from his bones to his muscles, lifted up his thin eyelids and looked at her with dissatisfaction.

The cock is hard, do you want to try it?

Let's go first.Xia Yao directly avoided this topic, supported her hands on his shoulders, and crawled up from him.

...If you go to a crowded place, it shouldn't be so easy to have sex.

She did not explain whether she wanted to have sex or whether she felt that his desire was too strong. Her unclear words made Zhou Ye feel a little throbbing inexplicably.

Maybe she also has a desire for him.

After all, he gave priority to Xia Yao's idea, put away her schoolbag in her underwear, and took her to the tennis court.

The afternoon sun was still stuffy, but these didn't stop people who really liked the sport from being active on the court.

After Zhou Ye passed by, someone came over to give him and Xia Yao a clean tennis sportswear. He changed his clothes in the men's lounge, wore a sun hat, leaned outside with a beat, and waited, turning his head from time to time to look elsewhere.

The door was open, and he was just scanning aimlessly until he saw a person walking towards him.

The other party was walking into the lounge with a towel in his hand. When the two of them looked at each other, they hesitated for a moment.

This hesitation lasted only for a second, and Cheng Yuan did not stop. He walked straight into and opened his locker and took out the clothes he was wearing when he was wearing it.

But he just grabbed the clothes in his hand, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly spoke again.

How are you playing tennis?

There was no third person inside and outside the lounge. Zhou Ye looked at the racket in his hand, and his tone was cold and emotional when responding.

It's OK.

Have a fight with me?

Zhou Ye was silent for a while and stood up straight.

Waiting for two minutes, my girlfriend was next to me, and I went to find a coach to accompany her.

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Xia Yao wore an empty hat and came out of the locker room with her ponytail, a foreign man outside greeted her.

Mie howl, the coach who is here to teach you tennis.

The coach can only speak two simple Chinese sentences, similar to "Must Howl, Have a Happy Eating" and some short sentences introducing his work.

Xia Yao could barely communicate with him.

Her listening and vocabulary are enough, and her English test scores are close to full marks, but she is ashamed to speak to others.

Fortunately, the coach himself has an excellent personality, his conversation feels relaxed and full of humor. After chatting for a few words, Xia Yao finally stopped stuttering when she spoke English.

The coach roughly learned about all aspects of her physical condition, and then took her to start a warm-up, and asked her about her knowledge of tennis while warming up.

Xia Yao felt that she was not warming up, but doing listening questions. She was taken for a long time to warm up and talk, and finally found an opportunity and asked in a question.

Coach, do you know Zhou Ye?

He smiled, of course, I taught him for five years, and he started practicing tennis since he was a very young man, and he would come here to play a few games with people when he had time.

Where is he going now?

This is what Xia Yao feels most confused.

Zhou Ye usually won't leave her alone. Although he called a coach to accompany her today, this behavior is actually not normal for him.

The main reason is that she really doesn't want to speak English anymore... She always feels that her pronunciation is a bit unstandard, and she wants Zhou Ye to speak for her.

He made an appointment with someone to play and asked me to accompany you. Do you want to go out and have a look?

Uh-huh!I'll go.

Xia Yao immediately agreed. The sun was a little sunny outside, and the coach thoughtfully asked her to spray more sun protection before going out.

She took a tennis racket and followed the coach to the outdoors, and found that there were many people standing next to a fence in front of her.

The boy who was pressed on the sofa not long ago was so serious that he showed his sharpness. He was playing the first game with Cheng Yuan, and the current score was tied three to three.

They seem to be evenly matched.