[Football] Anti-system

Cristiano blinked at him, his eyes full of innocence: "You think too much, there is no hint of that."

"Did I mention any hints?"

Scorpius raised an eyebrow, not quite believing his words.He didn't say what kind of hint it was.

He raised his fingers, raised Mr. Ronaldo's chin, and looked at the pair of amber eyes that fascinated him.

The cold metal ring had a distinct sense of presence, and the silver color matched his slender and well-articulated fingers.Both had a chill that was impossible to ignore, but soon there was something on the Portuguese's lips that made it even more impossible to ignore.

Scorpius may be some kind of lukewarm type, even his thin lips are tinged with coolness.Thin lips are soft, and the aroma of sweet biscuits hits the nostrils.

Or maybe he wears perfume, because the room is full of the aroma of pine wood and fructose that lingers all the time.

He closed his eyes, his slender eyelashes trembling slightly.It's like falling into the most refreshing and intoxicating strawberry flavored cotton candy in sweet dreams.

The flame in the fireplace was still burning warmly, giving off a dim and ambiguous light.

When lips and teeth meet, the intoxicating and suffocating honey satisfies the taste buds in an instant like popping pearls.

It's suffocatingly sweet.

The kiss didn't last long and they parted quickly.

Scorpius let go, couldn't hide the smile in his eyes, and licked the residual taste on the corner of his lips: "Thank you for the hospitality, Mr. Ronaldo."

The sweetness of the hot cocoa in the cup also tasted much less than that kiss, as if it had faded because of that kiss.

Cristiano stood up, taking his slightly flirtatious tone as usual as part of his never-funny joke.He lowered his head deliberately not to look at Scorpius, turned around and walked towards the bedroom without leaving a word.

The expression on Scorpius' face went through a sudden change from teasing to puzzled to hurt to flustered, thinking that he had done something wrong.Fortunately, he concealed it well, and he recovered his expressionless face in a moment.

Without hesitation, he grabbed Cristiano Ronaldo's wrist.Strongly stopped him from leaving: "Chris?"

Cristiano gritted his teeth and tried to shake off his arm: "Let go, I'm sleepy."

The warm fire seemed to lose its temperature for a while, and only the crackling sound of burning could be heard in the quiet room.

The sound outside the window also became clear in an instant, and the subtle sounds of howling cold wind and snowflakes hitting the glass window were also clearly heard.

The suffocating silence in the room was finally broken by a chuckle from the chest.

Scorpius yanked his fingers hard, and pulled Cristiano back: "The whole series of confessions just now said that the face was not red and the heart was not beating, and even the neck was red with just one kiss? You won't be Shi Geng Are you going to the bathroom?"

The Portuguese refused to look back with his reddened neck, but he couldn't hide his already red ears.He quibbled: "I didn't, how could I? Let go, I'm really sleepy."

Scorpius frowned, held his wrist with one hand, stepped forward, clamped his chin again, and observed the expression on his face: "You..." But something was dripping on the ground faster than him. on the carpet.

"Nosebleed?"

Cristiano shook his hand away vigorously, raised his hand to wipe the blood stains on his face with the palm of his hand, and before Scorpius could react, he quickly ran back to the bedroom in three steps at a time, and neatly Locked the door.

"..." Isn't it just a nosebleed?Mostly because of eating marshmallows and biscuits and getting angry, as for running so fast?

Leaving Scorpius staring blankly at the blood stains that disappeared into the dark carpet, he raised his head and looked at the locked bedroom door, at a loss: "Then where should I sleep?"

"Go back to the room reserved by your team and sleep!"

It's all in the same hotel anyway.

This deluxe room was booked by Scorpius in advance, but he has not yet enjoyed what it feels like to sleep on the top-end bed of this hotel.

Although the Football Association has now embraced a thigh sponsor, most of the money has been spent on establishing a dedicated training base and stadium for the national team.Poor or poor, if you can save a little when you go out, save a little.Sleeping in a double room is fine.

Scorpius paced to the door: "No, I don't want to go back and sleep in a room with Beckham. He snores, grinds his teeth, talks in his sleep, and sleepwalks. In the middle of the night, he starts crying like a werewolf transformed under the moon. .”

Seriously talking nonsense without caring about David Beckham's face.

"Then you go and open another room."

Cristiano was unmoved, turned his back to the door and wiped his nose with paper one by one.

"I do not."

Scorpius said boldly: "I have no money."

What he said is as uncredible as Real Madrid saying that they will not buy superstars.

Mr. Ronaldo sneered in his heart, and while taking off his clothes, he planned to take a cold shower and then a hot one, and replied: "I saw it when I arrived yesterday. This room has two bedrooms."

Scorpius: "...ah this."

He tilted his head, and blinked innocently even though he knew the Portuguese couldn't see it: "But people are afraid of the dark, so they dare not sleep in a room alone."

Cristiano took a deep breath.

"Mr. Ronaldo, please let me in."

Scorpius held the doorknob and stared at the pattern on the door with his head down: "I promise to squat in the corner of the bed obediently, without saying a word, without making a sound, and obediently be a hand warmer."

The door suddenly opened in front of him, and Cristiano just opened a gap and looked at him expressionlessly, trying to scare him with his eyes without saying a word.

Scorpius raised his eyebrows to look at him, and his Adam's apple moved up and down: "Brother took off his clothes, is he trying to seduce me for the shame of a nosebleed?"

Thanks to the fact that the British Isles often don’t see the sun, Xiao Luo, who likes to tan during the holidays, has come back for nothing.The muscle lines on the body are as smooth and clean as ever, full of youthful feeling.

It does look solid.

Cristiano also raised his eyebrows, and even raised his chin, as if he was educated by the elderly: "I expect you to warm your hands? The pillows are warmer than yours. Go back to your room and stay, or go to sleep with Beckham .” He said and closed the door resolutely, and Ryuskopi stood in front of the door and touched the tip of his nose embarrassingly.

But unfortunately.

That night, he didn't have the unhesitating determination that he had during the day. He touched the door lightly with the faint light of the fire, pressed the handle softly, and opened the door of Scorpius' room.

Although people in Northern Ireland are afraid of the dark and ghosts, as a responsible adult, they never keep a night light for themselves.

But today, there is a small night light with a dim yellow halo on the socket, and the air conditioner in the room is running silently, making the temperature in the room a comfortable and slightly cool feeling.In order to prevent water mist from condensing on the windows, the ground will be wet and slippery the next day.

Cristiano closed the door carefully, telling himself in his heart that he just sneaked over just to check Scorpius' sleeping position.

Sure enough, although Scorpius was lying on the bed well and seemed to be sleeping soundly, one hand was left outside the quilt.

The Portuguese praised his witty behavior in his heart, and leaned forward to stuff Scorpius' hand back into the quilt.Originally, the indoor temperature is not high, so what if I catch a cold if I don’t cover the quilt properly?

Who knew that just as he touched Scorpius' hand, he was suddenly pulled back. The sudden force made him unable to stand still, and he fell directly onto the bed, hitting hard.

Scorpius held his hand with one hand, wrapped his arms around his waist with the other, and held him tightly in his arms.There is no sleepy expression on his face at all, but the corners of his lips are raised, proudly like a fox that has caught its prey: "You need to practice your bed climbing skills, Mr. Ronaldo."

Cristiano was a little nervous for a moment: "What... what crawling bed! I just came to see you... to see if you have stepped on the quilt!"

The silk pajamas were loose, revealing a large chest with a little movement.

Scorpius didn't argue with him, hugged him and rubbed his cheek on his shoulder twice contentedly, taking a breath like sucking a cat: "It's so warm, put the quilt on."

Cristiano pulled the quilt subconsciously.

Scorpius let go of his hand and lazily wrapped the quilt completely around the two of them.Close your eyes and find a comfortable position: "Sleep, good night."

The most beautiful moment in life is when it is snowing heavily outside the window, the temperature inside the house is slightly chilly, but the quilt is soft and comfortable, and there is someone you like in your arms.

The dim yellow light of the night light dispelled the darkness and filled the damp and cold room with a layer of warm and beautiful colors.

The room was quiet again, only the snow outside the window made a slight noise.

"Actually, I am..." After a long time, Cristiano opened his eyes: "It's past zero, I want to say..." "Happy birthday, Scorpius."

Scorpius' eyelashes fluttered twice, and he opened his eyes again: "Thank you."

The cloth rubbed against each other and made a rustling sound. The Portuguese looked at the expression on his face for a long time, leaned close to him and pressed a kiss on his forehead, and then quickly backed away so that he could see his eyes again: " Do you have any birthday wishes?"

Scorpius blinked: "Well... the team won the championship, the national team won the championship, and everyone is healthy."

He really had very few birthdays, and almost never made any wishes, and he didn't care much about or believe in these things.

"About your own wishes."

Cristiano frowned.

Scorpius smiled, groping with fingers under the quilt, touched Cristiano's fingertips, quickly attached to him like a mollusc, and held his hand.

He lowered his eyes, the halo of the night light warmed his eyes and cheeks, and the thick eyelashes covered a large area of ​​darkness.In the dim light, the purple eyes showed a kind of rich black at the bottom of the abyss.

He thought about each other's breath and heartbeat for a few minutes, thought for a moment, and replied hesitantly: "If... things are really inevitable, if the god of death insists on taking me away. I want to be selfish, and I hope the place can be In your arms."

Haven't waited for Cristiano to answer.

He raised his eyes, and the light re-entered them.The black disappeared completely in an instant, only the warm purple remained: "But I will try my best to avoid such an ending, I can work hard, I don't want to be separated from you. I also want to tell you that I am in my heart countless times Crying thank you, and I want to tell you how much I love you."

When he saw it on TV for the first time, his face was expressionless, there was melancholy between his brows, and there was always a deep pool hidden in his deep eyes. Even scoring a goal could not make him smile. Under the dim light, it was delicate and soft, and even the curved arc of the eyelashes seemed to contain a smile.

He was the only figure reflected in his dreamy and charming purple eyes, tenderly like a melodious evening bell ringing at dusk in a small town echoing with songs.

"That little boy curled up in the basement always dreamed of the day he'd be free of it all."

"Then he can run briskly across the huge grassland with flocks of sheep like clouds; step on the soft stream, follow a few small fish into the deep forest; lie in the warm polar snow and look up at the fascinating Aurora; sitting on the back of a camel and leaving footprints in the vast desert; standing on the Great Wall overlooking the rolling hills and the immortal marks left by humans..." The Portuguese looked into his shining eyes: "Now?"

"Now those dreams haven't changed."

Scorpius hooked the corner of his lips: "I just added a sentence at the end."

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