Profession*********

[A cutie in front of others, a bully in front of others, a young master who pretends to be a good boy x a flower on the high mountain who appears to be a high-altitude flower, but is actually a jealous and spiritual master] Under the spotlight, Yan Jiu'an looked at the opposite player's bench for the third time. The rookie player in the moon-white team uniform was lowering his eyes to adjust the equipment. His long eyelashes cast cute shadows under his eyes, as if he was still a schoolmate who blushed and asked for an autograph when they first met. On the playing field, Shen Huaixin's fingertips brushed against the hot edge of the phone. The eyes behind the lenses suddenly became sharp, and Baili Shouyu's infrared aiming line was like a poisonous snake spitting messages, accurately penetrating the throat of the general controlled by Yan Jiu'an. "First Blood!" Amid the uproar, Yan Jiu'an looked at the gray screen and chuckled. The child's fangs hidden under the soft skin finally bit the flaw he taught him personally. In the lounge, Shen Huaixin was holding his collar and watching the replay. The moonlight filtered in through the blinds, illuminating the lingering tooth marks on his collarbone: "I told you not to join a group, and wine is not just a gift from a philanthropist." The moment the door lock clicked, the grumpy little leopard turned into a docile cat. Shen Huaixin turned around and threw herself into a fruity embrace. Her dimples were so sweet that they could make honey: "Brother, are you here to visit the class~" Yan Jiu'an hugged his lover's waist and rubbed his bitten lip with his thumb: "That shot at me just now was very fierce, wasn't it?" "Punishment?" "Kiss me as punishment." Later, reporters asked about the secret to winning the championship. Yan Jiu'an rubbed the ring on her ring finger and chuckled: "Teach an opponent who can overturn the throne - and then let his bullets always deflect 0.5 Mm for my heartbeat."