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Mr. Goalkeeper's indifferent expression became frightened for a moment. The tired and world-weary side of him cracked at this moment because of Owen praying in front of him. At this time, the two people were in a stalemate. Or maybe it's a stalemate with only Mr. Goalkeeper. Owen still knelt in front of him, crying and praying almost humbly and piously. Pleading. Tears almost covered his face, making him look extremely embarrassed just looking at him. Danny, who was standing above Owen, lowered his eyes and looked at Owen, whose face was filled with tears. It was funny that he rushed over wearing only shorts. This young man who was always so enthusiastic was stunned unconsciously. His thoughts went back to when they were 16 years old. One vowed to save the hardest goal in the world, and the other vowed to score the hardest goal in the world. So, at the age of 16, they were young and high-spirited, and wrote two big dreams that only each other knew in that ordinary diary. The two steaming hands held each other, like two rushing flames, burning and converging. It's a pity, Mr. Goalkeeper thought wearily, that he didn't save the most difficult ball in the world. He's really tired, Danny thought. Ever since he didn't save the ball, the whole world seemed to be blaming him. Even extreme fans confirmed his mother offline, and Barcelona replaced him as the starting goalkeeper. He was really too tired. He wanted to take a long and long rest. He really couldn't hold on anymore. However, However, Danny looked down at Owen, who was kneeling at his feet in pain and humility, trying to keep him. This young man is always passionate and happy. Now, because of him, he has become so painful. Tears wet his face like a never-ending heavy rain, covering his painful face. After an unknown amount of time, the man whose head was covered with a lace tablecloth finally sighed helplessly. The atmosphere that would have been rigid around him immediately loosened. He thought, I am trying so hard to keep me. At least, at least, Danny thought quietly, he couldn't let Owen down in front of him, he couldn't be so cruel and let Owen watch him die. Or maybe, At least, At least, Mr. Goalkeeper thought quietly, he wanted to see the moment when Irving scored the most difficult goal in the world. So, Danny sighed softly. He approached Owen, bent his knees slightly, and knelt down equally gently. Kneel down on your left knee first, then your right knee. Owen was still crying, and with tearful eyes he watched Danny approach him, face him as well, and fall to his knees on the ground. He could clearly see his eyes looking at him. He could clearly watch Danny lift the lace tablecloth covering his head with both hands, and then gently cover it on his head. Then, Danny hugged him tightly with both hands, and Owen hugged him back tightly, with an intensity that could kill someone. It was as if he wanted to embed the person in front of him firmly in his arms. The two bodies with the scorching heat of adults were close to each other, and the two beating hearts had never been so close, as if they were resonating or singing in unison. Danny's tightly held hands loosened slightly, and his hot hands were placed on his shoulders, as if to comfort him. Then he moved slowly, along the warm skin, and gently brushed Owen's neck. His fingers were firmly inserted into the roots of Owen's hair, and he slowly came closer until the hot breath could easily spray on each other's faces. Danny looked at Owen, whose eyes were still filled with tears, slowly closed his eyes, and with all the passion and complex emotions, he placed a pious and pure kiss on his forehead across the lace tablecloth. At this time, Owen was still crying and hugging Danny tightly, as if he was holding a piece of rib he had been missing in his life, tightly and suffocatingly. It was snowing outside this small wooden house in Germany, and the yellowish light inside the house illuminated the two people hugging each other tightly, like a pair of swans still holding each other's necks quietly when they were dying.

This article is a random after-dinner dessert, and the full text is free. You can make some jokes, I'll write them based on the situation. The update time is irregular, and all the jokes I write have endings. #10849709Football be SimulatorThis is the text next door

Falling in love with Wai is so easy [dog head holding rose in mouth]

I really want to watch this, I'm hungry [poor] [please]

I want to read the long story! ! !

When Wai Wai was on vacation at the beach in the United States, she was still watching Dortmund's games. Oh my god, why do I love her so much? I was really afraid that Wai Wai would go back and become Dortmund's Wai Wai. Don't be like the old Italian guy who lines up to dig for wild vegetables!

Are you looking for 4 if you don't have 4? [Crying]

When I first met Royce, my personal evaluation of him was "Everyone has his own ambitions, and benevolence will be rewarded." This sentence still seems to be true now.

Let's get married like this and save each other [crying] [crying] [crying] I really want the follow-up, I like h/c

Horse's mouth ah ah ah ah, it feels delicious even without CP! It's the support between brothers, and Maguchi is actually a very loving and warm person. Love is not the only thing that can make him happy. If the protagonist is smaller than the horse's mouth, it will become a mentor-friend relationship. This relationship will be more tolerant than love. It may constitute a glorious youth storm, it may turn into some fantasies of fellow women (you rise at the beginning of the world), and it may also change some shortcomings. Part of Bahru's charm comes from his resistance to the fate that is playing tricks on him, if the protagonist can actually change something. Perhaps the horse's mouth would not be so regrettable to onlookers. (Ah ah ah, these are just some of my ideas. If the teacher feels it is inappropriate, you can delete them🫶)