After Paris Saint-Germain was removed from the list, I led England to victory!

The last few months of 2020 and the beginning of 2021 marked another glorious journey for Arsenal and their key player Yan Yuan, progressing smoothly on a high-speed track.

In the Premier League, Arsenal, under Nagelsmann's scientific rotation and Yan Yuan's strong leadership, have maintained their strong momentum and firmly held the lead in the standings.

In the Champions League, they also advanced triumphantly, easily becoming group winners and advancing to the knockout stage.

Yan Yuan's individual firepower showed no signs of diminishing.

He remains the most fearsome goal-scoring machine, leading the team forward time and again with goals and assists.

It seems that the "lost" Ballon d'Or did not become a knot in his heart, but instead turned into a stronger motivation, driving him and his team to conquer more honors.

Time quietly slipped into February 2021, and the season entered a crucial second half.

A brand new, exotic challenge has been put on the agenda – the Club World Cup is about to kick off in Qatar.

As European champions, Arsenal will participate in this tournament, which symbolizes the "World Champions" title, for the first time in the club's history.

This is both an honor and a pressure for the club and the players.

This is the first time in the team's history.

The schedule has been released, and Arsenal will make their semi-final appearance on February 10th against the African Champions League winners, Nacional from Egypt.

The match will be held at the Education City Stadium in Qatar.

The entire team is eager to bring this trophy back to the Hall of Fame at the Kearney training ground in London.

Even on his days off, Yan Yuan's mind was almost entirely filled with football.

In his home in North London, the spacious living room was softly lit, and a large television screen was repeatedly playing recordings of Cairo Nacional's matches.

Yan Yuan sat cross-legged on the soft carpet, leaning against the sofa, with a thick leather notebook on his lap and several pens of different colors scattered around him.

He would fast forward, pause, and then rewind to carefully watch a particular segment, then quickly jot down the key observations: the opposing left-back liked to rush forward recklessly, leaving a lot of space behind him; their midfield maestro habitually passed the ball to the right with his left foot; and they didn't provide enough protection for the far post when defending set pieces...

His concentration was so intense that he was enveloped in an invisible barrier.

Apart from the tactical runs on the screen and the symbols on the notebook, everything around seemed blurry.

That wasn't enough. After watching a highlight reel of Nacional from Cairo, he switched to a different video file and began studying recent matches of some of Europe's major national teams.

Because this March, the 2022 Qatar World Cup European qualifiers will begin.

At that time, as the absolute core and second captain of the England team, Yan Yuan will face the ultimate test of fighting on two fronts with both club and national team, and must do his homework in advance.

This kind of complete dedication is certainly exemplary for professional players, but it inevitably leads to some "neglect" of those closest to them.

Lin Jianwei has recently also fully transitioned to working from home.

Her job allows her to handle matters remotely, which allows her to spend more time with Yan Yuan.

However, this kind of "companionship" has recently seemed somewhat out of sync.

Yan Yuan was immersed in the world of football. Although he was at home, his mind was on the Education City Stadium in Qatar and on the upcoming World Cup qualifiers.

To paraphrase Lin Jianwei's slightly coquettish words in private, it is

"My little one has been sleeping almost with a soccer ball lately."

In particular, Lin Jianwei's aunt had just passed away, and her body was in a period of intense craving for intimate contact.

For a young, loving couple like them, both in excellent physical condition, going more than a week without physical intimacy is...

In her mind, this already constituted a certain degree of "neglect".

Xiao Lin watched Yan Yuan sitting there, studying the match without flinching; his focused profile was captivating.

But after looking at it for a while, she felt a little dissatisfied and... restless.

She carried a glass of water and quietly walked behind Yan Yuan.

On the screen, a corner kick attack tactic of the Belgian team is being played.

Lin Jianwei didn't disturb him, but just stood quietly, her gaze moving from the screen to the back of Yan Yuan's neck, and then to the lines of his shoulders that were slightly tense from his focus.

She put down her water glass, and then, gently, leaned over from behind and hugged Yan Yuan.

Lin Jianwei's arms were soft and warm, and her cheek pressed against his broad back, she could feel the firm muscles and steady heartbeat under his T-shirt.

A faint scent of gardenias, which she often used, lingered around Yan Yuan's nose.

"Sweetie," Lin Jianwei's voice was soft and languid, her warm breath brushing against his ear, "You've been watching for so long, aren't you tired? Do you want to take a break?"

Yan Yuanzheng saw the key point: the Belgian team's passing and running combinations were very distinctive.

He subconsciously raised his right hand, reached behind his shoulder, and gently touched Lin Jianwei's cheek that was close to his, but his eyes were still fixed on the screen.

"Hmm... not tired, Mommy. After this game, I still need to watch another video of the Dutch team's defense. They have some problems with their offside trap."

His subconscious, reassuring yet clearly absent-minded reply instantly amplified Lin Jianwei's small dissatisfaction.

She thought to herself: [Soccer, soccer, all you ever think about is soccer! More appealing than your mom, huh?]

Lin Jianwei decided to stop being reserved and tightened her arms around him, pressing her entire chest against his back and almost putting all her weight on him.

Today at home, Xiaolin wore only a silk camisole loungewear dress, champagne-colored, with a soft and skin-friendly fabric.

and……

It's truly controlled.

This is her little bit of "scheming".

I thought Yan Yuan would discover it sooner if he finished his research, but I didn't expect this "football idiot" to be so clueless.

"Mmm..." Yan Yuan pushed her back a little, but she pressed herself even tighter, and began to breathe into his ear, her voice carrying a hint of coquettishness and grievance.

"But... my little one hasn't been behaving lately... all he does is watch these round things rolling around on the screen..."

As she spoke, Lin Jianwei's hand restlessly pressed lightly on Yan Yuan's firm muscles.

Yan Yuan's attention was finally diverted from the competition after Xiao Lin's antics.

The sensation coming from behind, through his t-shirt and Lin Jianwei's skirt.

Ok……

That's brilliant.

The warmth of her breath and her familiar fragrance tickled Yan Yuan's senses like feathers.

Yan Yuan's body stiffened slightly, and his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

"Mommy..." His voice was a little hoarse as he tried to remain calm, "Stop messing around, I'm almost done reading."

"Hmph, I won't..." Lin Jianwei saw that he was still "stubbornly resisting" and his playful mood was aroused.

She wanted to completely pull this man out of the world of football.

She deliberately touched his cheek with her lips.

Yan Yuan finally couldn't hold back any longer.

He took a deep breath, grabbed her hands that were wrapped around his front, and with a quick twist of his waist, pulled Lin Jianwei from behind him to his front and into his arms.

Lin Jianwei exclaimed in surprise, feeling dizzy, and the next second she was sitting on Yan Yuan's firm lap, held tightly in his arms.

Yan Yuan looked down at the person in his arms. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes sparkling, with a hint of smug satisfaction at her successful scheme and even more passion.

The champagne-colored slip dress had slipped down one shoulder strap, revealing a stunning view.

"Ah~"

Lin Jianwei gasped softly and instinctively used her hand to shield herself.

Yan Yuan's eyes focused instantly.

He leaned close to her ear and whispered.

"What's wrong with Mommy today? Hmm? Dressed like this... Are you deliberately trying to disturb my preparations? Or..." He paused deliberately, his lips almost touching her earlobe.

"Want me to score on you?"

These explicit words of love made Lin Jianwei's ears turn bright red, and her heart was pounding like a deer.

But she still pretended to be calm, pouted, turned her head away from him, and said in a feigned huff.

"Who wanted to concede a goal! Go back to your game! I need to report to my superiors!"

Seeing her adorable, contradictory expression, Yan Yuan felt nothing but tenderness and affection for her.

He then realized that he had been too engrossed in his work lately and had neglected Xiaolin's feelings.

He tightened his arms, holding the soft body in his embrace even closer, his chin resting on the top of her fragrant hair, his voice becoming gentle and apologetic:

"I'm sorry, Mommy..." he whispered, gently stroking her smooth back.

"I've been too busy lately, with the Club World Cup and the national team matches to come, so many things... I've neglected my Weiwei, that's my fault."

His submissive and apologetic manner, coupled with that deep voice, instantly shattered Lin Jianwei's already crumbling defenses.

Lin Jianwei's little bit of grievance immediately melted away. She turned around, wrapped her arms around his neck, and looked at him with bright, sparkling eyes.

"Do you really know you were wrong?"

"Yes." Yan Yuan nodded seriously, looking at her intently.

Yan Yuan noticed her "special equipment" today, and a mischievous smile appeared on his lips.

"And... Mommy looks really beautiful today, I love it."

These words made Lin Jianwei very happy; her efforts had not been in vain.

She couldn't hold back any longer and tilted her head back.

The kiss started gently, but quickly turned into a raging fire.

Yan Yuan responded just as enthusiastically, determined to make up for the neglect he had shown Lin Jianwei over the past few days.

The notebooks and pens were mercilessly swept onto the carpet, and the football match on the screen continued to play silently, but no one cared anymore.

Yan Yuan scooped Lin Jianwei up in his arms and strode toward the bedroom.

The time that followed was like the setting sun gradually sinking outside the window—passionate and long.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and the passion of new love filled the bedroom.

They knew each other well and gave each other the ultimate joy.

As the final moments of pleasure faded, the two lay on the messy bed, both feeling a mixture of exhaustion and pleasure.

Yan Yuan lay on his side, holding Lin Jianwei in his arms, his fingers idly combing her long hair.

Only a dim bedside lamp was on in the bedroom, creating a warm and peaceful atmosphere.

After the passion subsided and reason returned, Yan Yuan felt a deeper sense of guilt.

"slight,"

He called Lin Jianwei softly, his tone much more serious.

"I'm so sorry, not only have I been busy lately, but also... we agreed to get engaged after the European Championship this year, but given the current situation, a large gathering seems unlikely, and our engagement ceremony may be..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Jianwei reached out and gently pressed her finger against his lips.

She raised her head, looking at him with a gentle yet firm gaze:

"Silly girl, don't say sorry. The engagement is just a formality. Whether we have the ceremony or not, I'm still yours, and you're still my sweetheart. This situation will pass eventually, it's just a year or two later, and I can wait."

Lin Jianwei snuggled closer to him, finding a more comfortable position, her voice as soft as water.

"As long as I'm with my sweetheart, safe and sound, and every day is like today, even if it's just holding you while you watch the game video, I'll feel great."

Nothing else matters. I'm willing to wait, to wait until you win all the championships you want, until the world gets better, and then we'll have a grand wedding.

These thoughtful and insightful words warmed Yan Yuan like a gentle current.

He held his beloved tightly in his arms, his heart filled with indescribable emotion and love.

With a wife like this, what more could a husband ask for?

"Weiwei," he promised in a low and solemn voice, as if making a solemn vow, "thank you. I promise you, once all of this is over, I will definitely give you the grandest and most perfect wedding, so that everyone will know that I, Yan Yuan, have married the best woman in the world."

"Hehe... Good girl is the best."

Lin Jianwei didn't continue speaking. Instead, she closed her eyes happily, a satisfied smile on her lips, and quietly listened to Yan Yuan's strong and steady heartbeat as she fell asleep.

Outside the window, London night quietly descends, while inside, love blossoms.

For Yan Yuan, who is about to compete in the Club World Cup, this heartwarming moment is a haven that gives him more strength and peace than any tactical lesson.

No matter what lies ahead, there will always be a home, a light, and someone who loves him deeply, understands him, and is willing to wait for him, waiting for his return.