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"Hi everyone, this is Sky Sports' new program "Red Devils Moment" specially prepared for Red Devils fans. I'm Frank."

"I'm Dean."

"According to the usual practice, we will talk about the interesting stories and accidents that happened at Manchester United this week," Frank said with a smile, "We all know that Manchester United beat Real Madrid 2:3 in the away game yesterday, which is really gratifying And in the middle of the competition, we also read a reader newsletter, which was a message from Professor Tolkien's book fan friend, but obviously some people took her opinion very seriously, so today, we will read it to her reply."

Dean looked at the card in his hand: it was an inscription card that had been prepared before: "The young man wrote in his reply, 'Ma'am, there is no description of Thranduil's appearance in Tolkien's original book. , reading must be serious, 'Hey, I said this guy named 'Niu', if you want to strike up a conversation with a girl, this method is very outdated!"

"It's more than outdated. It's disgusting to deliberately provoke girls to get attention, okay?" Frank and Dean laughed and said, "Mr. Cow, if you are watching our show now If so, I have a sentence I want to give you - nerds can't get the love of girls!"

"It sounds like you are a master of love." Dean raised his eyebrows, and Frank laughed and said that it was okay, "Sunday is the game against Liverpool, and our soldiers should be ready, you said Juan will play ?"

"I think it is very possible. Juan seems to be playing more frequently now, but he seems to be more inclined to stand on the sidelines and direct the game?"

"Yes, but whether it is on or off the field, Juan seems to have maintained a very calm state, and his usual clothes, watching Juan has almost become one of the pleasures of watching Manchester United games in the cold wind for the ladies. one."

"To be reasonable, Dean, if you were a Manchester United player, wouldn't you be very resentful at this moment when Christmas is approaching and there is no holiday?"

"I think those players are used to it..."

"No no, those players who have been in the British Peninsula are naturally used to it. Don't forget that we have two players from the Iberian Peninsula..."

"You mean Juan and Cristiano?"

"That's right, I guess it's the first time for the two of them to have such a tight schedule...the 23rd will be a holiday, and there will be another match on the 28th, it's just inhumane!"

"This is the characteristic of our big Premier League, they will always get used to it."

"Aha... We learned something through the director just now. Tolkien's female book fans replied through us." This Mr. Niu may only have a few words about the description of Thranduil, but we should have Can you piece together the most brilliant elf king from just a few words, may I ask if you don't have any association ability?'wow...it seems that I have to take back that sentence."

"Which one?"

"Contradictory provocative tactics are useless... It seems that even now, there are still many girls who follow this method."

"To be reasonable, neither boys nor girls have any resistance to this trick, right?"

"You talk too much!"

"Okay, let's talk about Manchester United. As far as I know, Ferguson has the habit of inviting players to him for a Christmas dinner. Juan and the others will definitely go, not to mention that just a few days is not enough for them to have a Christmas dinner with them. How long will you stay at home."

"Makes sense..."

In fact, Juan and Cristiano did not plan to go home during Christmas. Firstly, it was because the time was too short and there was no point in going back and forth. Second, it was indeed because of Sir Alex’s dinner party.

Now that both Juan and Cristiano have moved out of the Carrington base, Cristiano ran to Scholes's house for help. He is going to buy a house in Manchester, but there is no good choice yet. He wants to Senior Jiangtou made some references for him, and he was always occupying the dormitory of the youth training, so he was also very embarrassed.

Juan found a bachelor's apartment to live in by himself, and he didn't care if his sister would explode when he heard that he lived in a bachelor's apartment, but finally having his own place would make it easier for him.

It's not that it's inconvenient for Cristiano to be there, but every time he makes a move, he can be watched by his teammates for a long time, and he expresses that he feels very uncomfortable.

But living here is very easy for him now. Anyway, he is only alone. It is very easy to clean and pack up. The location is not very far from the Carrington Base. Maybe he can walk to work every day?

Christmas is indeed approaching, and logically he doesn't want to clean it up, after all, it's troublesome to arrange and even more troublesome to clean up.

——He lives alone, and no one will come over anyway, at worst, it will be fine to arrange it at the Sir's side.

With such a mentality, Juan didn't tidy up his house, and Shi Shi ran to Ferdinand's ride to the Sir.

"Juan!" Aunt Casey looked very happy when she opened the door and saw Juan, "Leo is here too, come in quickly."

"Merry Christmas, Auntie." Juan smiled and handed over his gift, and Ferguson's eyes lit up when he saw it—he had no other hobbies in his life, and his favorite was wine.His disciples obviously knew about this little hobby of their own boss, so they would bring a bottle of wine as a gift when Christmas came.

"What are Cristiano and Paul doing?" While taking off his coat, Juan had already heard the noise inside, and he raised his eyebrows to express his curiosity. The relationship between these two people has become very close since they lived together—of course , The relationship between the Portuguese teenager and the whole team is actually quite good, who makes him the youngest and the easiest to be played around by the big brothers.

"Oh," Casey was taking the wine in and putting it away, she glanced inside and said casually: "They are discussing the team's affairs, I guess."

... No, they will never discuss team matters in front of Sir Alex, Juan swears.

He still remembered that it was still at the beginning of the season, and one day after training, Ferguson remembered that he had something to tell the big guys, so Juan followed him to the locker room.

The moment the door was opened, Sir Alexis was stunned and Juan was shocked.

——Barton, poor boy, he was transferred to Manchester United with Cristiano, and he was standing in the middle of the dressing room with his trousers down to his feet, showing his bare thighs.

Obviously, he has been walking the "bird", and the "bird" seems to be in good spirits.

All the first-team players were sitting or standing around him, and Scholes was holding a poster. Of course, he was rushing to put it in now, but Juan could still recognize it a little bit, it should be a poster. A photo of a famous Manchester United legend.

"What are you doing?!"

This was the first time Ferguson was furious in his daily life. He got angry directly in the locker room. He really didn't know anything about the tradition of this locker room. He was almost blind when he faced him for the first time.

Why is it the tradition in other people's dressing rooms that newcomers dance, sing a song or treat them to dinner, but when it comes to Manchester United, it becomes a fight against Manchester United legends under the watchful eyes of all the players!fly!machine? !

Ferguson expressed his incomprehension, but Juan raised his eyebrows and pulled Cristiano to the corner: "You did?"

Cristiano was about to cry, but he nodded anyway.

"..." Juan opened his mouth, and suddenly felt that it was the right choice for him to be a teaching assistant. "Who did you choose?" His voice was rather weird. Hearing his question, his little teammates were about to cry. They shook their heads desperately but refused to say anything. Juan looked up at the lord who was still furious. He looked at Barton standing beside him again.

I have to say that it was really a scene that Juan will never forget, but since that day, Manchester United has abolished this rather wretched team tradition, and Juan doesn't know if they have any new " Tradition", but at least it will never be mentioned in Sir Alex's house.

Today is a rare moment when the players can drink in front of Ferguson, but even so, the players dare not be presumptuous in front of Ferguson. At most, they take a glass of juice and take a few sips carefully, and then subconsciously look up at Ferguson. , Juan was very dumbfounded about this, but Sir Alex was used to it.

"Strange?" He smiled and raised his eyebrows at Juan. "I'm just a little stricter in normal times. I don't want them to be drunk before the game."

"I know." Juan nodded sincerely. Sir Alex Ferguson has more than 20 years of experience and experience in Manchester United, so he has absolute dominance over the players. He has considered that it is good to stay in the Red Devils if this continues. s Choice.

Ferguson's position is very stressful, but the challenges and opportunities are also the greatest.The entire Premier League, no, or the entire football coaches, most look forward to becoming a coach like Ferguson.

Buying and selling are all up to you, no matter how much you spend, you are unconditionally supported by the top management of the entire club, and you have absolute dominance in your own team. Big-name players are absolutely not allowed to exist.

Simply perfect!

The Christmas dinner was a joyous time for the guests and the host. Although there was no alcohol, the atmosphere was still very warm. The Red Devils Class 92 had been with Sir Alex since he was a child and had a deep relationship with him. Cristiano was completely loved by Sir Alex as a grandson. , and Juan was placed with high hopes by the Sir Alexandria. Everyone was talking about the funny things that happened in normal times and someone’s embarrassment. Everyone at the table was having a good time. Juan smiled and felt that the future was bright.

——Even if he knew, the Red Devil couldn't stay for long.

The sunny Iberian Peninsula made his heart icy, while the gloomy and cold British Isles brought him endless warmth and hope. This has to be said to be a wonderful irony.

After the banquet was over, it was already ten o'clock in the evening, and everyone said their goodbyes. Juan took Ferdinand's ride home again. When he was standing downstairs, Ferdinand looked up and said with a smile, "Merry Christmas, sir."

"Merry Christmas." Juan nodded slightly and took a step back, watching him leave.

When he opened the door of his apartment, Juan's men subconsciously paused.

He remembered locking it properly before leaving.But now, his door opens with a twist of a key.

Juan paused, bent down and groped the carpet for a while, his eyes flashed.

He had two spare keys, one with Cristiano so he could come whenever he wanted, and the other under the rug.But now, the key is gone.

He straightened up and took a deep breath, and then opened the door. The scene inside the door made him frown, and he took half a step back to look around.

...Did he go to the wrong apartment?

After confirming that this was indeed his house, Juan took a deep breath and entered the door, turning on the light.

The single apartment he rents has two bedrooms, one living room and one bathroom, plus a kitchen and a balcony, so he can see what's going on inside the apartment at a glance.

The inside has been decorated very neatly, there are two pots of lush Christmas flowers at the door, mistletoe garlands are hung on several doors, ribbons are drawn on the walls, and the air is filled with the aroma of roast turkey.Next to the fireplace is a Christmas tree about half his height, which is covered with small gift boxes, lights, small pendants and various bells, and there is a very cute star tree top at the top, which looks very warm .

He took off his coat and raised an eyebrow and looked around.If there were really thieves or robbers, then the other party must also be a very emotional person... Not only did he decorate him for Christmas, but he also sprayed Santa Claus's head and snowflake patterns on his windows.Even though the style of his room was obviously cold, it became a little warmer under the reflection of these things.

——Until someone sat up from his couch, Juan thought so calmly.He was almost taken aback, looked intently, and twitched the corners of his mouth.

He's going to call the police.

An Igor Casillas grows out of his couch.

And it was Igor Casillas, whose hair was messed up in sleep, and his eyes were blurred.

"Are you back?" Obviously, the Spaniard was awakened by the sudden light. He rubbed his eyes and crawled out from between the sofa and the blanket. "It's so late, I've been working on it for hours."

"..." Juan looked at him speechlessly.

It had to be said that it was just a coincidence that he went out with Ferdinand to drive to Sir Ferdinand's house around four or five o'clock in the afternoon, and he probably happened to miss him.

"Thanks to you telling me before that your keys are under the carpet, otherwise I wouldn't know how to get in." Cassie clapped her hands and smiled as she spoke, "How is my arrangement?"

"...It's too fancy." Juan swallowed all the compliments and said something casually. He rolled up his sleeves and walked into the kitchen. Sure enough, he saw the cold turkey and Christmas dinner on the dining table, two servings.

Apparently, some idiot hasn't had dinner yet, and judging by the time it took for him to come over and set things up, lunch might have been settled on the plane.

He was a little moved for a while, and when he turned his head to look, Cassie had already yawned and walked over: "I ordered a Christmas takeaway to wait for you to eat, but maybe you have already eaten it?"

"I suddenly feel a little hungry." Juan glanced at him, and turned on the oven and microwave to heat up the belated dinner for two.

This is the first time that Juan and Casillas have spent Christmas together. It is not that they have spent this time together in the past, but they are alone——

Cassie didn't seem to notice his silence, and pulled him to tell some interesting stories with great interest. Juan also listened with a serious attitude at the beginning, but he was helpless after listening.

"Igor, these are all things in the locker room, can't you tell me?"

"What's wrong?" Casey blinked, "By the way, let me tell you, Luis has been glared at by Guti for several days since he changed to your jersey that day, but Figo did it on purpose. Always tease him, even Guti is 27 years old, and he will still be tricked by simple tricks, which is fun."

Juan sighed: "Igor, the secrets you told me about the locker room in the past half season are enough for me to write a book."

"What happened, "Galaxy Battleship You Don't Know"?" Seeing that Cassie started to think of a name for him, Juan tilted his head.

"Just call it "Real Madrid No Pin Encyclopedia of Jokes". Anyway, not many people believe it."

"Okay, I will definitely buy it when you publish it." Cassie actually expressed her approval with both hands and feet.

"..." Juan was silent for a while, then put down the knife and fork.

"Igor, do you know what you just said?"

If Juan really publishes this book, he will definitely be able to investigate Cassie's head soon. He has finally gained a foothold in the first team of Real Madrid, and he has made some achievements with great difficulty, and all of this is very important. It might be ruined by one of his books.

Did he say this when he knew everything about it?

"I know." Cassie took a mouthful of paella with a spoon and put it into his mouth, quite vaguely. "At worst, I will come to you when the time comes."

"It's not a matter of defecting to me." Juan frowned fiercely and put down his knife and fork, "If the person in front of you is someone who plots against you and Real Madrid, then your words now can not only ruin your entire career, It could even endanger Real Madrid!"

"I don't care, as long as you are happy." Cassie saw Juan's cold and serious face, and he also put down the spoon and became serious. "It doesn't matter what I become or what Real Madrid become, as long as you are happy."

After a pause, he saw that Juan hadn't spoken yet, so he couldn't help raising his eyebrows and smiling like him: "It's still in your heart, my actions are more annoying, because I endangered Real Madrid?"

"Igor Casillas!" Juan slapped the table and stood up, taking a deep breath.

Calm down, Juan Dias, you were the one who made this kid furious in the past, but today you can't be provoked by him instead, you have to stay graceful and calm.

"I don't want you to ruin your future. I'll pretend I haven't heard this sentence today, and you shouldn't tell anyone about it again." Juan's expression was a little cold.When he is angry, he is always expressionless, not as ferocious as the others, but he has a savage sternness, and at this time, maybe only Cassie will wipe his mouth and stand up like now, separated from him. The tables stand off.

"I say no?"

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became tense, and Juan took a deep breath.

If his dream is real, the current Cassie standing in front of him will be fascinated by the existence of that female reporter in a few years, and then ruin everything he has done in Real Madrid.

Thinking of this, his chest felt oppressed, and the person in front of him didn't know what was going crazy. It seemed that he must be stubborn on this road. In order to calm himself and him, Juan straightened up.

"At least not to reporters, especially..."

"Sara Carbonero?" Cassie repeated the name almost expressionlessly, which surprised Juan: "You know her?"

"She's always asking you questions at your press conferences, and you're always telling her everything." Cassie walked around the table and stood in front of him and stared at him, "Ah—I'm sort of I see, you are so nervous because you have taken a fancy to her, right, you think I will attack her, so you are here to warn me not to attract her attention?"

"Ah?" Juan was a little confused, why did the topic shift to this direction, what was Cassie thinking in his head?

"I will never interfere with someone you like, and I will never touch her when I see her. I will continue to tell you these things. You can use these things to continue to please your sweetheart... Now you can rest assured Right?" Cassie glared at him angrily, turned around and was about to leave angrily. Seeing the situation, he wanted to buy a plane ticket and fly back to Spain. Juan subconsciously reached out and grabbed him: "Wait, there seems to be a little misunderstanding ..."

Cassie punched backhand directly. The force was not very strong, but it hurt very much when it hit the shoulder blade.Juan's eyes narrowed. Seeing that the man was still struggling, he simply ignored him and wrestled with him.

In the small space, neither of them could stretch apart, so they simply twisted their arms and entangled their legs to compete with each other, and no one would let the other. The distance between their faces was very close, and the distance between their lips was no more than ten The eyes glaring at the other party are also very close, so close that you can count the other party's eyelashes.

Igor's eyes are as silky as chocolate, and at this moment there is a look that Juan can't see clearly. Just looking at it, the anger in Juan's heart seems to have disappeared, leaving only curiosity. To get more clarity, he moved a little closer.And it was this action that seemed to startle this person, and he backed away subconsciously.

The hands and feet of the two were entangled, and they couldn't break free for a while. His retreat made the two of them lose their center of gravity, and finally fell to the ground together.

Juan was still on Cassie's body.Cassie was on his back, and his hands were pressed on the floor, which was burning and painful, but the people under him didn't seem to respond at all. Juan frowned and moved his fingers, motioning him to get up, but Cassie didn't know what to do. There is no action.

It wasn't that he was stunned by the fall, although the back of his head and back did experience bursts of pain.

He just stared blankly.

Juan is blond and blue-eyed, which is rare in the Iberian Peninsula. His eyebrows and eyes are exquisitely carved, and every trace of his eyebrows and eyes has a regular and exquisite outline like the Royal Palace of Madrid. He frowned and looked over, his eyes were like icebergs and sea water in Antarctica, with a silent beauty, his lips were slightly pursed, more like the appearance of being kissed by the spring breeze than the pomegranate flowers on the branches in April.

"Igor?" He called his name softly, his voice was soft and hoarse, "Where did you fall, are you okay?"

"Shh." Cassie's voice was close to a sigh. "Look...we're under the mistletoe."

The young man froze for a moment, then looked up.Sure enough, there was a garland of mistletoe hanging in the kitchen hallway, and he sighed for a moment without saying anything, finally remembering that today was Christmas, and he shouldn't be so angry like this.After muttering a few words, the young man leaned on him, and his lips touched his cheek lightly.

"Merry Christmas, Igor." Thank you for visiting me.

"Merry Christmas, Juan." Cassie smiled, as if she didn't see what he had to say, and raised her head eagerly, "May I ask you for a kiss?"

Juan froze for a moment, nodded helplessly, and the next second he was overturned to the ground—but his little friend obviously still cared about him, and protected the back of his head with his hands, preventing him from enjoying it once. Hit the ground treatment.

"Actually, it hurts a bit, but it's nothing compared to the pain of a car crash." Cassie said, and Juan was taken aback for a moment before he realized that this was what he said before he was about to open his mouth to say something. She bent down and put her lips on his.

Juan froze, then pushed him away and stood up.

The touch on his lips was still there, not a hallucination, he subconsciously licked it, and it still tasted like paella.The moment his lips covered him, he froze and didn't move. Even when the other party's tongue tentatively protruded in, he subconsciously wanted to use his own tongue to "greeting", but what I have to say is that paella The smell saved his sanity, allowing him to quickly push Cassie away.

His little friend was still sitting on the ground in some embarrassment, lowering his head and wondering what he was thinking. Juan sighed and stretched out his hand to him: "Get up, the floor is dirty."

Oh, he just rolled around on the ground!His clothes are about to be scrapped again!

Cassie looked up at him, murmured and stretched out her hand.

"Great Christmas present."

Hearing this, Juan gritted his teeth and smiled at him: "Thank you, you too."

He specially changed into a new suit to go to the Sir's house, and the shirt he just bought, but it turned out to be good, his little friend rolled him around on the ground, and Juan was depressed.Seeing his friends sitting back at the dining table and wanting to continue eating, Juan took a deep breath.

"I'll take a shower first."

He absolutely couldn't bear to continue to sit on the table and eat as if nothing had happened after rolling around on the ground, and he needed to calm down now.

He can become impulsive with just a joke from his little friend... Does this mean that he really needs to find a partner?

Juan, who was thinking about turning his head and leaving, didn't notice at all, what kind of eyes his little friend used to watch him go back to the room, and how he stared at the empty plate in a daze after a while, unable to eat. All he knew was that he must take a cold shower now.

When Juan came out of the room wiping his hair, Igor had already packed up his things and was lying on the sofa in a daze. When he saw Juan, he couldn't help frowning.

"Rolled once on the floor, then rolled again on my couch, huh?"

Cassie immediately jumped up and looked at him with some embarrassment. Juan just pointed to the room: "Go take a shower, don't sleep on the sofa at night, you will catch a cold."

"Then I'll sleep with you?" Cassie's face suddenly became very strange. He pointed at himself in surprise, his fingers trembling, and glanced at him in surprise. Juan nodded as he should: "Of course."

Igor's face turned red all of a sudden, and he was just about to say something to refuse, his little friend raised his eyebrows and smiled at him after thinking about it: "I guess you didn't bring a change of clothes, I'll lend you one, don't It was seen by my sister."

"Sister Eugenia?" Cassie was stunned for a moment, then understood.The two grew up together, and the parents of both sides have met each other many times. He was deeply impressed by Juan's sister. The most important thing is——

How can I not see other people wearing the same clothes.

In any case, the single product can be the same, but the collocation cannot be exactly the same!The body shape cannot be the same!The shape can't be the same!Absolutely not!Neither can Juan himself!

For the designer's obsessive-compulsive disorder, the two of them have experienced it since childhood, so his sister almost never watches football games, just to avoid driving herself crazy.However, it improved a little later. Who made the players' appearance, shape and body shape have been greatly improved?

Cassie went in to take a shower, and Juan planned to sit down and read a book for a while. He hadn't read a book for a long time. The high-intensity game left him with no time to take care of his own affairs. Finally, he had a little free time. He hoped to let his knowledge The level is richer.

Time flies by while reading a book, and Cassie didn't even know when he held his breath and went to bed quietly. When he turned his head, the distance between the two of them was so close that it was not much worse than before.

Both of them were stunned. The Spanish youth looked at him with anticipation and nervousness in his eyes, as well as shyness and retreat. "I couldn't find a hair dryer."

Juan smiled and rubbed his damp and unkempt hair: "I'll help you."

Igor's hair is fluffy and soft, so it is difficult to shape it. If you don't comb it well, the curly hair will be messed up in a strong wind. In comparison, Juan's hair is very smooth. It doesn't mess up after the wind blows, and it can be restored to smoothness again with a little fiddle with the hands, which makes Cassie very jealous all the time.

Cassie's hair was held in his hands and wiped, and he could feel the softness through the towel. If you want to talk about the touch, Cassie is like a fluffy, cute big dog, while Juan's hair is soft. He is more inclined to silk, and Guti asked him more than once, also exposed to the sun, why this person's hair is still so good, Juan can only say about this-ask his sister.

"Juan."

"Ok?"

"You're not mad at me, are you..."

Yo heh.

Hearing the anxious tone of his subordinates, Juan chuckled.

This kid still knows how to worry?He couldn't see it like that just now!

"What do you mean?"

"Uh, that's right, it's my dear..."

"It's okay." Juan quickly changed the subject, he couldn't let his little friend continue to bring up this matter, as long as he knew about his embarrassment just now, "If you have to say angry words, I'm angry at you I rolled on the ground."

"Ha, I'm sorry." Cassie seemed to relax all of a sudden, and wanted to turn her head to look at him, but he held her back: "Don't move, just wipe your hair!"

"Really not angry?"

"Really." Isn't it just being hugged and gnawed, Cassie always gnawed him when he was a child, didn't he say nothing?

"Well, Sara Carbonero..."

"I have nothing to do with this woman." Juan immediately vetoed it more quickly, jokingly, he was polite and responsive to this person because he considered whether Cassie was good or not, in case Cassie still wanted to be with her in the future , doesn't he make it difficult for Cassie to target others now?He didn't want to lose such a friend yet.

"Oh..." Cassie breathed a sigh of relief again. Juan was still puzzled, and Cassie asked again.

"Then, will you go back to Real Madrid then?"

Juan's hand paused, and Cassie hurriedly added: "I didn't mean to ask you to come back to play football, just to be an assistant coach or whatever. Look, didn't you do well in Manchester United? I Just wanted to..."

"Igor." Juan rubbed his head, "I won't be going back in a short time."

"Okay..." Cassie was discouraged now, but before he had time to say anything, Juan added lightly.

"If I want to go back, I will also be invited back by the scenery."

Cassie didn't laugh at his wishful thinking. In fact, he was already stunned by Juan's words. Looking back, the young man seemed to be so understated, meeting his eyes and still had the strength to raise his eyebrows and smile at him.

"There will be such a day, just wait, I will never go back before then."

Regarding Juan's "rhetoric words", after being silent for a while, Cassie fumbled to hold his hand. Under his surprised eyes, the Spanish youth kissed the back of his hand.

"I believe you can."

Juan withdrew his hand very naturally, and then continued to wipe Cassie's hair. The person in front of him had his back to him, so he didn't see the flushed cheeks of the other party.

Sensational is not a bit too much?Cassie questioned herself, but then smirked.

Not being kicked out, and being dragged to dry his hair, was more dreamlike than the best he could have imagined.

When Juan woke up the next day, Cassie was still sleeping. Juan raised his eyebrows and looked at him. After a long silence, he remembered that this person had spent the night at his home last night. No wonder he felt suffocated.A certain Spaniard doesn't even look like he's sleeping, and he's almost curled up on top of him. Although the British peninsula is very damp and cold, he's turned on the heater all night, so it's not like this indoors yet, right?

...Sure enough, he should be allowed to sleep in the study or on the sofa.

Pulling away the hands and feet of the little friend, Juan got up and prepared to tidy up. Although today is a holiday, the Christmas decorations outside still need to be tidied up.

When he was bending down to put all his things at the door, Cassie had already woken up, rubbed his eyes and said good morning to him, Juan straightened up and smiled at him, the Spanish youth was stunned, and then walked away quickly come over.

"What's the matter, I got lacquer on my face?" Juan was a little uneasy, although he clearly remembered that there was nothing on his face.

"No." Cassie murmured, wrapping her arms around his neck, the voice almost rang in his ears.

"You're standing under the mistletoe."