ball magic

After feeding one big and one small, Raphael took some time to prepare dog food for Bart.

Perhaps knowing that it was prepared for himself, Bart squatted obediently under the baby chair, salivating before the meal was served, which was obviously the best compliment to the master's cooking skills.

After the meal was ready, Raphael played with it for a while, and waited until its big meal reached the right temperature before giving the order to eat.

Bart was obviously hungry, and the speed at which he ate with big mouthfuls made Raphael only able to describe it as whirlwind.

It may only take 1 minute for Bart to wipe out the whole pot of food. After licking his mouth clean, he can't wait to give his master a saliva bath to express his love for him.

Raphael pressed its head and warned: "You eat too fast, remember to slow down next time, understand?"

He was only answered with an innocent "woof", which almost made him laugh.

But Wang is useless, he will still tell David to let this guy work harder at ordinary times, and help him get this broken problem.

When he returned to the living room, he realized that the living room was so big, but there was no room for him

At this moment, the big and the small were slumped in the big sofa in a sprawling posture, happily occupying all the space.

Sensing his gaze, although the older one gave him a smile, he didn't have the slightest intention of moving him.And the little one, even covered by a small blanket, couldn't stop his rising and falling belly, sleeping soundly.

Raphael glanced at the kid before asking softly, "Do you want to change places?"

"No," Aimar, who was about to fall asleep, murmured softly, "I just want to lie here and not go anywhere."

This made Rafael chuckle, and joked: "We flew for 16 hours, and you woke up once."

But the object of his ridicule didn't even bother to pay attention to him, letting himself close his eyes.

This made Raphael no longer hesitate, and directly carried Louis upstairs and put him in the small bed in the children's room.

This little light bulb should honestly sleep in its own room.

When he went downstairs quickly, Aimar opened his eyes, apparently not expecting him to come back.

Raphael saw that he didn't want to move, but he just wanted to squeeze into this small space with Aimar.

So he did it himself and moved Aimar in, successfully occupying most of the space on the sofa.

This "moving and moving" made Aimar's back tightly pressed against the sofa, and there was no gap between the two of them.

This sofa is so big and soft that Aimar can't wait to sink into it. Although the two of them squeeze a little, it's impossible to be so crowded, so it can only be someone's intention!

He couldn't help expressing his dissatisfaction with his feet, "You take up too much space."

Raphael didn't refute, just glanced at his chest, and then went down to look at Aimar's restless foot.

Aimar was a little embarrassed because the gaze was directed three ways down from his chest, but when Raphael turned his gaze back and looked at him mockingly, he finally realized it!

The bastard was laughing at how short and thin he was!

Aimar glared at him angrily, then turned to the sofa, he would not be happy if his boyfriend disliked his figure.

Especially now that Rafael has the ideal physique of every man.

But what about him?

After eating a healthy diet for almost 2 years, his height finally reached 172 cm with difficulty, but there has been no change since then.

But gaining muscle is no less difficult than increasing height. He still has small arms and legs, and he is always at a disadvantage in confrontation.

Such a figure is not dominant on the court, and it does not belong to the aesthetics of men off the court.

Raphael smiled silently. He didn't expect that he could accurately step on mines with just his eyes.

It is said that you should not guess what a girl is thinking, his Pabrito has always been an easy-to-understand boy.

This made him also turn sideways, embracing Aimar's waist that was obviously too thin for an adult male.

Before he could be pushed away, he planted a light kiss on the back of Aymar's ear, and another, and another.

The thin and dense kisses made Aimar shrink back his neck, but such a weak resistance that was almost nothing had no effect, so he could only use the lowest voice to tell him to "stop making trouble".

Raphael wouldn't listen, after all he didn't say "no".

So he went further and kissed his earlobe.

No, the word "kiss" should not be used, because he is licking lightly, as if enjoying a supreme delicacy, both cherishing and stingy.

Such a frivolous and provocative movement made Aimar feel that the blood in his heart was rushing in two directions. For a person who wants to enjoy a nap, this is too much...

He finally couldn't help turning around, and gently pushed the push and pull method's chest: "Stop making trouble, go to sleep quickly."

But he immediately regretted it!

Because this action made him and Raphael face to face, close enough to see the most difficult details in the iris of the other party, and to share the other party's breath, so that the breath is no longer private.

More importantly, he could see every subtle expression of Raphael, including the smug smile on the corner of his mouth.

And after that?

After nothing.

Aimar was so kissed by him that he could only resist with difficulty, and the hand holding his chest was also limp.

When his breath calmed down, Raphael pinched his nose.

Just when he was about to film, he heard his boyfriend say cheekily: "Obviously, I worked hard.

These words are a bit endless, but Aimar admits that he is the hardest genius he has ever seen, and he has never been stingy in praising this, so he praised: "In terms of hard work, you never need to be humble. , no one can compete with you for the first place." ③эㄚQχδ.CΟM

The results of it?

He praised him so seriously that he buried his head in his neck and laughed like a fool.

He swore that if his fans saw this picture, they would definitely be shocked!

He didn't know where his words hit Rafa's point of laughter, but he laughed so happily, so exaggeratedly, that he wanted to beat him to death.

When Raphael finally held back his smile, Aimar no longer wanted to talk to him!

"It can't be my fault," Rafael argued innocently, "but I'm glad you gave me such a high opinion."

Aimar looked up at the gorgeous crystal chandelier, he didn't want to hear his nonsense anymore.

Raphael laughed again, turned his face with his hands, made sure his honey-colored eyes were looking at him, and then smiled: "Honey, your kissing skills have improved, it's not my fault ?"

Aimar: "..."

He should have pushed this guy down!

"I'll go to bed immediately." Raphael was still very sensible.

It's fun for a while, and it's always fun for a while, but if he is kicked down or thrown upstairs, it's not what he wants.

So he didn't give Aimar a chance to attack, he quickly kissed the corner of his mouth, and buried his head on the side of his neck.

Seeing that he was honest, Aimar snorted and was about to close his eyes when a grunt came from the side of his neck

"Louis is humming, he must have learned from you."

"..."

I'm still too kind, that's Aymar's voice, because he still hasn't pushed this guy down.

However, Raphael still stopped, and even in just a few seconds, his breathing became evenly long.

This made Aimar laugh uncontrollably, who is the god of sleep?

But he also knew that Raphael must be extremely tired.

They played a high-level game, rushed to the airport without any rest after the game, and stayed for more than 4 hours, followed by another 16-hour flight.

He slept soundly all the way on the plane and barely woke up, which obviously also means that Rafael shouldered the burden of raising the children alone, and took care of Louis very well.

But this was one of those rare times when Rafa was asleep and he was awake, and it would be too much of a shame not to do something about it.

He waited patiently for a few minutes to ensure that Raphael was completely asleep before calling out in a low voice, "Bart!"

Yes, he had seen this good boy a long time ago. When Rafa tried to squeeze him into meatloaf, the big dog was squatting on the sofa and watching them.

His voice was extremely quiet, but it was enough to make Bart, who was curled up under their sofa, squat up vigilantly, looking at him curiously with dark eyes.

Aimar and Bart spent a few days together in London. At the beginning, Bart was very aloof. Later, although he would not show his belly to him, he became friends.

After meeting today, this smart and reliable companion circled around him, reacquainted with his breath, and now they are familiar again.

Back in London, he'd always seen Byron ordering Bart to do this and that, so Aimar knew it could help a little.

So he pointed to the coffee table not far away, and begged the retired military dog, "Bart, good boy, help me get that."

Bart looked along his fingers, then looked back indifferently, still squatting handsomely, showing no intention of helping at all.

After Aimar asked for the second time, it actually licked its paw slowly.

This also made Aimar realize that this little guy was dispelling his illusions in such a way

We're not that familiar yet, don't try to give me orders.

Well, Aymar thought, we're not that familiar yet.

But he didn't give up, but winked at the cute dog, "Bart, help me get that, I'll play Frisbee with you this afternoon with Rafa and Louis."

Rafa, Louis, Frisbee...

It hadn't seen its owner for a while, and it missed him so much that it almost washed his face with saliva, let alone playing Frisbee with him?

So how could this handsome dog be able to sit still, it immediately got up, its tail wagged uncontrollably, and even the rabbit ears were more upright and energetic than before.

It walked to the coffee table this time, stood still in the direction pointed by Aimar and looked at him again.

"Yes, it's the black one, please bring it here for me." Aimar pointed to his camera bag and said.

During the winter break last year, Rafael sparked his interest in photography, making photography his second hobby after making small cakes.

This time Bart did the job perfectly!

Aimar took the camera and obediently delivered a series of flattery.

Corporal Bart, who had already retired, regained his reserve, flicked his tail slowly, and lay down on the original place, but his ears were still catching the small movements made by Aimar.

After a while, these little movements turned into clicks.

Click, click.