From Arsenal to the Ball God

That night, Ma’el finished all the team’s celebrations and exhaustedly returned to the hotel of the wives’ group of the France team.

With an attitude of enjoying life to the fullest when in high spirits, they had just drunk a little beer, and now couldn’t help feeling a bit tipsy,

but that was good, as it added a touch of excitement and haze, catalyzing various emotions and... intimacy.

When he pushed open the door, he saw the flamboyantly dressed Isabella standing charmingly at the door, one hand on the door frame, the other playing with the hair in front of her head, looking very alluring.

She wore a baseball cap, a white lace-trimmed tight-fitting top, and knee-high white stockings, giving off a sense of purity while adding a touch of wild charm.

”Tired?”

Isabella looked up with a gentle smile, making one unable to resist drawing her into an embrace, while his hands explored some curves of her body, ”Not tired, we agreed, always saving some strength for you.”

”Clack!” She turned off the lights, and in the darkness, held Ma’el’s hand, pulling him further into the room.

Ma’el stepped forward slightly worried; he had lived under flashes and strong lights all day, and suddenly losing the light naturally made him a bit uncomfortable, unable to see anything.

Isabella seemed to remember this point, suddenly stopped, showing a smiling glimpse of her white teeth, ”Just stand here and wait for me, be careful not to trip and get hurt, you can’t afford to get injured now.

”If something happened here, all the French would eat me alive; I’d be convicted of espionage.”

”It’s not that serious.” Ma’el laughed heartily but stayed in place, knowing Isabella had something prepared for him.

”Snap!”

It seemed like Isabella pressed some button, and a purple-tinted pink light instantaneously illuminated the entire room, casting an ethereal and somewhat mysterious glow over her face and pale body.

This was probably her deliberate preparation, adding to the ’experience’ with ambient lighting.

”Do you like it?”

”Of course.”

Looking at the enchanting girl before him, Ma’el’s breath couldn’t help but quicken. He took a few steps forward onto the bed, moving closer to Isabella.

Isabella soon cradled his head, then her throat twitched slightly; her lips curved softly, ”I must give you a thorough check to see if you’ve upheld your word.”

”What word?”

”Naturally to see if you saved 20% of your energy for me or just 5%.”

”Haha!”

”.....”

”Thud.....!”

”Hey, slow down, baby.”

Over an hour later, having drunk two sips of water, Ma’el snuggled into Isabella’s arms and fell asleep groggily. He was too tired; his thigh had almost cramped earlier, and he didn’t even want to speak more.

Isabella had been in high spirits all day, not very sleepy at this moment, gently patting Ma’el’s shoulder.

Her cheeks flushed red, she maintained the same posture, avoiding disturbing her freshly asleep young boyfriend.

”Click, click!”

Feeling this moment worth remembering, she quickly took out her phone and opened the selfie mode, making numerous funny faces, capturing this precious scene, which would be her private stash of happiness.

”Hehe.....!”

Checking the photos again, Isabella couldn’t help but giggle from the heart; she could clearly see her current demeanor and complexion from the pictures.

This allowed her to better understand her inner self and appreciate how beautiful the moment she was experiencing.

If someone were to ask her now who she thought the happiest woman in the world was, she would unhesitatingly say it was her.

Soon after, as Isabella scrolled through social media, she saw several reports about her young boyfriend, giving her a new perspective on Ma’el.

”18-year-old prodigy dominates the European Cup field! Potentially close to Platini’s 9-goal record!” — France’s L’Equipe

”A lucky victory, I think the team lacks the brute strength to tackle tough challenges, you can’t always rely on high-risk long shots for victory.” — Benzema on social media

”If such a person appears in a team, letting them leave is the best choice... the Deschamps and Ma’el-led team is unstoppable, invincible.” — President Hollande’s interview on the departure controversy

”I think Benzema needs to be smarter, more rational; it’s normal for Deschamps and Ma’el not to be fond of him.” — Prime Minister Ayrault’s interview on the departure controversy

”Respect Deschamps and Ma’el’s decisions, let the professionals handle professional matters... In fact, I’ve spoken with Ma’el, and we even made an agreement, I like him very much; he’s already a new national idol.” — Deputy Secretary-General Michel

”— Deleted from social media 2 minutes ago.” — Benzema on social media

”Nothing to say, preparing in advance for the 12-13 La Liga season; in fact, I am at the best club, other things don’t matter to me.” — Benzema on social media

”Rumor has it Florentino considers Ma’el’s transfer as the most important operation of the 21st century so far. He’s willing to pay more than 150 million pounds (including signing fees) for the transfer, though the player’s relationship with Benzema might be a hurdle.” — Spain’s Asi Bao

”Benzema is the biggest loser? If Florentino insists on signing Ma’el, Benzema might very well be sold due to the Arsenal superstar’s arrival, perhaps even pushing Ronaldo to a forward position.” — Spain’s Marca

”Ronaldo was brought to Bernabéu by Calderon, Florentino hopes to personally craft a greater dynasty, Ma’el is the only one who can assist him.” — Spain’s Asi Bao