[Football] Anti-system

Sweet like honey.

Maybe the taste of the Coke he drank still lingered on his lips.

Maybe it was some special facial cleanser he used, the sweet smell remained there all the time.

Or maybe it's the smell of perfume on his body that hasn't dissipated until now.

Otherwise, he couldn't explain why his lips were as sweet as sugar cubes.

At that moment, there was no shock, no panic, no dodge in his heart, he just looked at the moisture on Scorpius' long eyelashes, and accepted the kiss frankly.

He didn't push him away, as a completely passive party, he let Scorpius lick and kiss his lips jerky.

He felt that he should be somewhat against this kind of behavior.

He should have just pushed him away.

He is not gay.

Scorpius...probably not.

But the violent beating of his heart made him hesitate.

He really isn't?

Before he could think of any results, Scorpius unloaded his strength and fell back on the sofa.

With his arms still on his neck and shoulders, he opened a pair of wet eyes and looked at him.

Cristiano felt a little lost for a moment.

He looked almost fascinated at the pair of eyes full of grievance and determination, and said without hesitation: "How can I save you? What happened?"

Alcohol can paralyze a person's cerebellum, and it can also cause the brain to lose control and become emotionally extreme.

Maybe the question he has been hiding in his heart all this time can get the answer now.

Scorpius loosened his arms around his neck, his long, bony fingers covering his face.

He couldn't see his expression clearly, but he heard his choked sobs: "I really can't take it anymore...I'm so scared, so scared that one day I will die silently."

Cristiano frowned and looked at him in a daze: "Have you borrowed money from usury?"

forgive him.

He really couldn't figure out what happened.

The only thing that involves the safety of life... I am afraid that there is only a huge debt owed?

not right...

I heard that Scorpius' family is quite rich, and usury is unlikely.

Sure enough, Scorpius shook his head, but stopped talking.

Tears rolled across the corners of her eyes, into her pale golden hair, and disappeared.

Mr. Ronaldo had no choice but to hold his hand and wanted to pull it away, to see the expression on his face, and let him see his eyes.

He wanted to tell him that he wanted to help him.

Scorpius let him hold his wrist and pulled his hand away, but lowered his head not to look at his expression, and when he was pulled away for a distance, his arms suddenly wrapped around Cristiano's waist.

Caught off guard by the force, Cristiano quickly fell down and fell on top of him.

But Scorpius, as if satisfied, hugged his waist tightly, rubbed his fluffy head against his shoulder, and glued all his tears to his body before giving up.

Under the pressure, he could even feel the sponge pad in the middle of the tube top dress on Scorpius.

Then Scorpius' hoarse voice sounded next to his ears: "Stairwell... Chris..." His breathing seemed to be quickened by fear.

Cristiano couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, but he could clearly feel the trembling of his body.

What stairwell?

He doesn't understand.

He just subconsciously hugged him harder into his arms, trying to calm his anxiety.

He seemed to recall something that frightened him.

Fortunately, Scorpius' body trembling didn't last long, and he seemed to be very good at dealing with such situations.He took a few deep breaths to greatly relieve his emotions, buried his face deeply in Cristiano's shoulder, and spoke the truth that he had never mentioned to anyone.

"I can always hear a voice..."

"It always asks me to do this and that..." "If I don't do what it asks, I will die."

"I don't know what to do...Help me, Chris, please. Just like today on the field, if that goal doesn't go in...I might be dead..." His voice was slightly trilled.

Cristiano wanted to comfort him, but thought he was just drunk.

Such bizarre nonsense can only be uttered when one is drunk.

So he gently rubbed his hair, and comforted: "I see, Scorpius, don't be afraid."

He said: "It's all over, you have saved yourself, you are still alive."

Scorpius shook his head and let go of the arm around his waist, rubbing against his shoulder in disobedience, his slender fingers trying to pull his hand: "You don't understand, Chris. Only you, Only you can save me."

Cristiano couldn't help but want to laugh: what is this guy, why does he like to act like a baby so much?

He stood up and looked at the blank expression on his face with some amusement: "Why am I the only one who can save you? Am I the prince who overcomes the dragon in fairy tales? Or is it Aladdin who can fulfill your wish?"

Unexpectedly, after hearing his words, there was no embarrassment or smile on Scorpius' face.

He pursed his thin lips, and his face, which was slightly pink because of drunkenness, suddenly turned pale.There was thick water vapor in his eyes, as if tears were about to roll down again, his expression was a little flustered.

"Sorry…"

He hurriedly tried to prop up his body, and quickly freed himself from the cover of Cristiano's limbs.His arm shook, and he fell back onto the sofa.

The fall made both of them unprepared.

Scorpius felt the pain, and could not help but softly "hiss".

Mr. Ronaldo pressed him again: "Don't move, just lie down."

He looked into those bright purple eyes, but found obvious guilt in them.So he couldn't help frowning: "Why do you apologize?"

"Because I... took it for granted. Sorry, I was so selfish."

Scorpius looked a little downcast, but he didn't resist him breaking free from his shackles: "You have no obligation to help me... I... I only considered my thoughts but didn't estimate your feelings. Maybe you don't want to …or maybe it’s just wishful thinking on my part, I mean…maybe you don’t want to, maybe you’re just plain, thinking of me as your teammate. Just like your other teammates…”

"All right."

Cristiano interrupted him: "You made it clear, so why do you think that only I can save you?"

Scorpius' eyes suddenly became evasive, but he refused to look directly into Cristiano's eyes.

He faltered, but he didn't want to say why.

Mr. Ronaldo couldn't bear it anymore, raised his hand to hold his chin, and forced him to look into his eyes.

"tell me why?"

Scorpius was forced to look into his amber eyes, and moved his Adam's apple up and down: "Because... your eyes look like baked apples wrapped in honey and syrup, with sliced ​​foie gras, I like you, the taste should be sour and sweet, the shell is crisp and hard when you bite down, but the pulp is..."

"You wait for me."

Cristiano raised his eyebrows and interrupted a long paragraph of words he spit out at a fast speed as if reciting the name of a dish.

His heart beat inexplicably quickened again.

Bang bang bang, accompanied by a sense of suffocation due to tension: "What did you just say? The middle part."

"Like a baked apple."

"Behind."

"It tastes good, sour and sweet."

"A little ahead!"

Cristiano glared at him: "Don't fool me!"

"Ok."

Scorpius closed his eyes and took a deep breath: "I..."

He would never say such a thing.

He would never ask for help.

Although he harbors fear, he is rational.

He will calmly analyze all the abnormalities of the system, just like a scholar, with the spirit of doubt and inquiry, he will try again and again.

He doesn't think he will like anyone, love is just a boring trick, constant speculation about human nature and a waste of precious time.

Nor is he irresponsible to anyone.

He has no time to spend with another person, and he may even die suddenly one day.He couldn't even make a promise to himself, let alone a promise, a hug, or a word of comfort to others.

But when alcohol makes sanity fade.

He clearly understood: "...I like you."

Even with the system at work, he still couldn't restrain himself from chasing his eyes.

He reached out to him, he gave him the warmest hug when he was most lost, and he told him it was okay when he was most painful.

Lose or lose...

Even if you die.

I also know that there is a person who doesn't care about his grades, doesn't care about his winning or losing, but only cares about him.

That's it.

"I like you."

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