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The water vapor on the bathtub is perfectly integrated with the aroma of essential oils, as if covering the whole bathroom with a layer of delicate and soothing gauze.

Coupled with that pleasant, shallow humming sound, this should be a moment for people to relax and enjoy, or even sink into it.

But Aimar's uncontrollable laughter disrupted the beauty of this moment, and made Raphael stop humming and opened his eyes.

"What are you laughing at?"

Of course it’s because of your current look, Aimar thought as he looked at the circles of plastic wrap wrapped around his head.

Of course, Raphael would not obediently cooperate with him to wrap around this thing. Aimar spent a lot of effort to make him obedient.

It was me who wanted to wrap the plastic wrap around him, and it was me who couldn't help laughing now, so Aimar could only deal with the aftermath: "I just thought of a poem."

Raphael raised his eyebrows: "Poetry?"

Even though Curly is going to college now, poetry is not in tune with him no matter how you look at it.

The Argentine team, the most artistic middle-aged man is in Madrid.

"Hmm, a poem by Lermontov."

"Which song?"

When Raphael asked, he was also searching his memory bank.

"It's the sail.

The blue sea is misty,

The lonely fan is shining white!

It is looking for something far away,

What did it leave in its hometown?

The howling sea wind turns the waves,

The mast is bowed and creaking...

Alas, it's not about finding happiness,

Nor is it Le Jiang who escapes from happiness!

Below is a clear blue wave,

The golden sun shines on it..."

Hearing him recite the poem briskly, Raphael was extremely suspicious. How could he think of it at this moment?More importantly, laugh out loud?

Aimar understood his eyes, and said with a smile: "Assuming that the bathtub is that sailboat, we have a sea of ​​mist and white sails."

At this point, Aimar grabs a ball of bubbles from his hair.

Although he fancied that the fan was a silly plastic wrap, but if he told the truth, he would have to coax him for a long time.

Looking at the dimple on his face, Raphael always felt that things were not so simple, and asked, "What else?"

"There are also clear blue waves, and of course golden sunlight."

When Aimar said this, he scratched his foam-wrapped blond hair instead, and praised his wit in his heart!

That's right, this thing is sunshine!

He just found a reasonable reason out of desperation. Who knew that Raphael, who was lying in the bathtub honestly and enjoying his massage, was more excited than him.

The guy turned over, looked at him with a funny bubble on his head and asked, "What did you just say? Say it again."

Aimar repeated in puzzlement: "Bibo and Yangguang, what's wrong?"

His confirmation made the guy on the other side even more excited. He pointed to his nose and said, "You just said that you are my sunshine, sing it to me!"

Raphael is right!

Aimar pointed to his hair and said, this is the golden sun, which is obviously tantamount to showing love to him, saying "you are my sunshine" to him!

So it is not too much for him to ask him to sing this song!

Aimar finally understood why he was so excited, and gave him a blank stare and said: "You are not only my sunshine, but also my sun, for the sake of my praise, you should be the one who sang!"

He actually wanted to complain!

Ever since he boasted that this guy sang as well as Veronica, he always showed it off in front of him!show!show!

There's nothing wrong with that, because he really likes it, but it's the problem that he always secretly tricks him into singing

Aimar's singing is not out of tune, nor is it unpleasant, but compared to someone, it is not much more pleasant.

There is only harm if there is a comparison, and Aimar has little interest in singing. He just wants to be a loyal listener, the kind who applauds at the first moment.

"How can I sing well? If I can sing well, I will have a new job after I retire."

Raphael blinked when he said this: "But those Italians always like to sing this in the bathroom, you know."

It's not the first time Aimar has heard him complain about the singers in the Inter Milan locker room, but he didn't expect their repertoire in the bathroom to be like this!

He couldn't help laughing and said, "Are you so brave to challenge?"

"Hmm, we are not allowed to complain yet." Raphael said here, as if suddenly aware of it, he leaned in front of him and stared at him and said, "Don't interrupt, sing quickly."

Aimar smiled and hid, but because his waist was being hugged by him, it was futile to hide, so he could only shirk and say, "I have only heard it, but I don't know how to sing."

Raphael raised his eyebrows: "I will, I will teach you."

Aimar patted him: "Do you want to wake up Juan? If you still want me to wash your hair, just lie down obediently."

Seeing that he persisted, Raphael could only let go of him "unhappily" and lay down again, but still pretended to be wronged and pressed in a low voice: "You are gentler to that brat than to me!"

Amal secretly rolled his eyes.

After he called him "Baby Rafa" once tonight, someone is going all out to get the same treatment as Baby Louis.

Seeing that this guy is still watching him, what else can Aimar do?

He hummed the country American song as he rubbed his partially lathered blond hair.

Raphael quickly sang along, making Aimar laugh.

After the guy finished singing, Aimar also used the shower to wash the foam off his hair.

Raphael's current hair length looks too un-Argentine.

That's not a problem though, wait until summer and it'll be back to all the fan-favorite lengths.

After washing his hair, Aimar let him take a shower.

When Raphael put on his bathrobe, he used a towel to absorb the excess moisture from his hair, carefully took off those ridiculous plastic wraps, and finally let him lie on his lap, moving Gently blow-dried his blond hair.

Raphael sighed with both enjoyment and satisfaction: "No wonder Louis loves you."

So it is absolutely right for him to have the cheek to demand the same rights as the kid!

Having said that, he still has to thank his teacher

Since he learned his tricks, he is still sharp in breaking through others on the court, and he is also invincible on the road of love.

Aimar put the hair dryer in the bathroom first, and then turned back to complain about him: "But your mouth is not as sweet as his."

Luis is the sweetest, cutest kid he has ever met!

Aimar can't help but want to give him what he has

It's best not to let his control freak uncle know about this feeling.

Raphael was about to ask him what kind of sweet talk he wanted to hear, when Aimar said coldly: "And Louis is also a good boy, and he didn't go home with a wound, which made his family worry!"

The belated criticism and education session is finally here...

Looking at the eyes and expression of the little curly hair, Raphael couldn't help but have a strange thought in his heart

Although Curly is seven or eight centimeters shorter than Ronnie, his reaction and aura after "making a mistake" are exactly the same...

He didn't know how to make curly hair forget about it, but he had a lot of experience in admitting mistakes in front of his sister, so he raised his hand and promised, "I will be more careful next time."

This was indeed an accident. He thought he could avoid it at the time, but in the end he made a cut.

Aimar knew it was an accident, and he didn't think what Rafael did was wrong, but it was hard not to care.

Seeing Rafael's promise now, he also controlled his mouth and kissed lightly on the bandage of his boyfriend.

Raphael hugged him with a smile, and deliberately imitated Louis' tone and said, "How did you want me to praise you just now? As he said, is Papa the cutest angel, or is Kupapa the most beautiful Bambi? "

The atmosphere was completely ruined by him!

Aimar glared at him, and Raphael smiled and kissed his dimples, and said coquettishly, "Remember what we said before the game?"

Aimar originally didn't want to bring up that damn game anymore, but now hearing him go back to the topic, he could only say angrily: "I said a lot before the game, but you didn't seem to listen."

Rafael took advantage of the trend, pressed on him, and said with anticipation: "It's related to the goal, remember?"

Of course Aimar remembered, before the game he said to this guy

If you do get in 5, I'll kiss you for 5 minutes.

This made him deliberately ask: "So did you enter 5?"

Guessing that he would not admit it, Raphael has his own method, "Although I didn't score 5, it's not my problem, it's because the game was interrupted. And I staged a hat-trick, it seems that I scored 3 For the sake of the ball, you should also kiss me for 3 minutes."

Speaking of this, he held up the mobile phone that he did not know when he took it out and said: "And Maradona and Carney kissed for more than 6 minutes, which has actually become a damn world record!"

Aimar didn't dare to believe it: "Do you want to compare with him?"

Raphael blinked: "Why not? I will definitely do this before I retire. I will kiss you to the whole world and let everyone know that I belong to you."

This is really... overbearing and sweet!

Even if Aimar knew, what he thought in his heart should be "let the world know that you belong to me".

But he just accepted this trick, curled up the corner of his mouth, and said generously: "I can consider cooperating with you at that time."

But the sweet guy he boasted actually looked at him at this moment and said: "We can lower our requirements, and we don't have to break this record... I think you will definitely lag behind."

Reason repeatedly warned Aimar, this is the aggressive method!Absolutely!

But Aimar chose to be fooled without hesitation, because this was already the n1 time someone laughed at his kissing skills!

Aimar hooked his neck and kissed him on the mouth to make him shut up!

Raphael smiled and pressed the OK button on the phone, then threw it aside.

I don't know how many minutes later, when Aimar's hand on Rafa's shoulder was pushed away, his boyfriend reluctantly kissed the corner of his mouth, turned over, and picked up the phone again .

Aimar's chest heaved and heaved, panting heavily.

But he admitted that his competitive spirit was aroused. Just as he was guessing the time, he saw his boyfriend press the keyboard a few times and then threw the phone on the bedside table!

This made him look over with dissatisfaction, but Raphael pretended to regret: "Baby, you have to work harder."

Knowing that he was playing tricks, Aimar would rather adjust the rhythm of breathing, suppress the restlessness of the body, and was too lazy to talk to him.

Unexpectedly, this clingy guy coaxed him by kissing the corner of his mouth again: "Do you want to practice again? More practice can always improve."

This made Aimar unbearable and said: "You better not let me know who your first kiss is!"

How many times have they practiced before Raphael can have this kind of kissing skills!

What responded to him was Raphael's raised eyebrows and a smug smile.

Only then did Aimar realize that he had said something wrong, and he acted as if he was very concerned and jealous, which made him simply turn around and turn off the desk lamp.

He is sleepy and tired, going to sleep!

But the guys around him are still bothering him, and he can't ignore it!

because he said

"Want to know who it is?"

This sentence successfully opened Aimar's eyes in the dark.

He knew that he was Raphael's...fantasy object, but at that time Raphael should have arrived in Valencia.

If he really had a kissing partner, it should be during the Valencia period...

Aimar knew that he should brake and should not ask about that period of the past, after all, Rafael was not his boyfriend at that time.

But he is obviously also a typical Scorpio, with innate jealousy and suspicion.

Before the shackles of reason, those negative emotions hidden in the depths have driven him to ask that sentence

"A girl from Valencia?"

Maybe, still a boy...

This jealous sentence made Rafael put away his smile, and emphasized as if he had guessed his brain waves: "There are no Valencia girls, let alone boys, otherwise the media would have exposed it. If there were, Also you."

Children in Argentina usually lose their first kiss in kindergarten. For a cute boy like Aimar, there must be a bunch of little girls who want to give him their first kiss, and they will be attacked by surprise.

But he has been an outlier since he was a child, and he refuses to get close to any little girl.

Even though he had a dewy marriage in his previous life, he never liked the exchange of saliva.

Aimar originally regretted saying the wrong thing, but Rafael's movements made him unable to look away.

Now that he heard the answer, Aimar was a little bit happy, but he couldn't help retorting: "If there is no, then there is no, but what does it have to do with me?"

"Why not? I didn't like kissing before." Raphael rubbed the corner of his mouth gently: "But you always make me want to kiss you, and I can't stop."

This made Aimar's ears a little hot, and he avoided his eyes before muttering: "So you want to say that you are talented?"

"Maybe?" Raphael said casually, "Genetics should also be an answer that you can accept."

Thinking of heredity, Aimar thought of Raphael's parents, but he was speechless for a while.

Now he can accept that Raphael is taller than him, runs faster than him, is stronger than him now, and has better kissing skills than him...

After all, he and Andrea are siblings, but his younger brother is 6 centimeters taller than him!

He was still feeling the wonder of heredity in his heart, so he heard Raphael's instigation: "Do you want to practice again?"

The author has something to say: Aimar's response was to shrink into the quilt, trying to avoid this clingy guy like this, but Rafael blocked him and had to practice with him again.

Before he could catch his breath, he heard Raphael say: "Bobby knows that you have advanced to the next round of the group stage, let me convey his congratulations to you."

Aimar nodded, although he wanted to praise old Robson as a good man, but now that he couldn't breathe, he could only thank the old handsome in his heart.

Who would have expected to hear his boyfriend muttering in the next second: "The old man deliberately told me not to give me more training, it is getting more and more unscrupulous..." ③эㄚQχδ.CΟM

Raphael didn't want to be wrong at first, after all, the image of the old man in his heart has always been glorious and majestic.

It wasn't until he saw Mourinho turned into a shock bird that he realized that this might be some kind of hint.

Aimar: "..."

He never wanted to see Robson again.