Eliza wore a neat ponytail for the sake of convenience while playing, black tights, purple sports short sleeves, and white sneakers on her feet, revealing a very delicate and clean ankle.
Elizaâs playing abilities are admirable. When she bends down, she sits in his position so that he can see her upturned buttocks, and when she jumps up, her chest is quite predictable.
Chester has never touched her, but he is very familiar with her body. Perhaps itâs because he hasnât recently been captivated by women.
Chesterâs eyes grew a little familiar. He took a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took two puffs.
Freya, who was standing next to him, noticed that he was unhappy and secretly winked at Eliza.
Eliza was speechless.
She wasnât sure what it meant.
Freya threw a high-altitude ball over after a while. When she saw the ball falling towards Chester, she turned around and chased after her.
The sisters made their intentions known. Eliza pretended to go all out to catch the ball and slapped his cigarette with the racket in order to live up to the expectations of others.
The cigarette had been knocked out and had fallen to the ground, and some sparks had fallen on Chesterâs arm.
Chester was hot, so he stood up quickly and wiped away the spark in his hand.
However, the back of his delicate hand remained red.
Chesterâs eyes behind the lens were unreasonable when he raised his head, âDonât you have eyes?â
Elizaâs face frowned. Freya hurried over and declared, âMr. Jewell, Iâm sorry; itâs all my fault; I shouldnât have hit you when I missed.â
When Chester saw his girlfriend apologising to others, he quickly approached Freya and asked, âWhat happened?â
Freya grumbled angrily, âI just dropped the ball on Mr. Jewell by accident. Eliza only wanted to pick it up, but she wasnât paying attention and accidentally lit Mr. Jewellâs cigarette.â
âItâs fine.â Chesterâs spoke softly as the shadow faded.
âMr. Jewell is a gentleman who will not take this matter seriously.â Ryan gently stroked Freyaâs head.
He wasnât sure if her girlfriendâs rage was intentional.
Itâs just that he thought Freyaâs actions were too rash and angry for a while, but it would make Chester more focused on Eliza.
âNo smoking is permitted in the arena.â âNo attraction is written on the wall.â said the man who was following Ryan.
Several people turned to look at him.
The man who spoke appeared to be around Ryanâs age, with an inch head and slightly darker skin, but his brows were sharp and straight.
Whatâs more, this individual is straight and tall, like a drawn sword.
Eliza was stunned; her and the manâs eyes met briefly in the air for two seconds before turning away.
âIs this your friend, Ryan?â
âQuick, let me introduce you.â Freya said, her eyes brightening. Ryan stared at her for a few seconds before quietly saying, âMiguel Clark, A classmate, we are all studying for a Ph.D.â
Chesterâs eyes sparkled with thought.
âYouâre quite tall.â Freya shook her hand with him, then looked surprised. The hands of the opposing party were calloused, but not like those who worked hard all the year round, but rather like those she met at the ministerial Palace. â¦