your teammate

should.

Pique backed away in frustration, and found that the other party's eyes were closed tightly, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he didn't look at anyone at all, so he had to comfort himself that Ramos' reaction was completely normal.

"I'll clean it up for you, and I need to check it. You have to cooperate. If there is pain, you must tell me."

Pique fetched hot water and twisted the towel, walked to the end of the bed, bent down and began to wipe from the soles of Ramos' feet little by little.Originally, the only thing that could be seen on the kitten was the dirty and messy fur. Now, on the player's usual clean-shaven legs, those injuries were showing hideously.The scratching of a few small stones will not do the same to the muscle-covered body of the athlete. As Peak is worried, the damage is reflected in proportion to the damage to the kitten's weak body, which is more serious than it should be.

When he pinched the bruise on his ankle, he felt visibly trembling, and quickly turned his head to look at Ramos' face, who bit his lip to hold back the pain.

As if aware of his gaze, Ramos opened his eyes and shook his head at him.

"Did you hurt your ankle?" Pique let go of his fingers, just holding it there.

"No", Ramos tried to turn his ankle, frowned, but heaved a sigh of relief, "Skin trauma, it's just pain." Seeing that Pique didn't believe it, he added, "Really, I won't take it." This is a joke, you continue."

Pique wiped Ramos's body meticulously and checked it again. The water was changed a few times, and there were dirt and blood.Fortunately, despite a lot of injuries, his torso was well protected by himself, and he didn't hurt his muscles or bones. He just looked creepy and really hurt. After the inspection, Pique disinfected and cleaned all the damaged wounds After reading it again, after one lap, a tough guy like Ramos, his eyes were red, and his lips were almost bitten.

Pique really wants to say that you are in pain and yell out, don't do this, I won't laugh at you.

I couldn't open my mouth.

He couldn't stand it, if Ramos looked at him with that kind of indifferent look, and said, "Who are you? I will care if you laugh at me or not?"

I'm even more worried that this person won't even tell the truth if it hurts or hurts if he gets angry.

He wrapped Ramos in a blanket, sat at the end of the bed, raised his calf to his lap and slowly rubbed the bruise, staying uncharacteristically silent.

On the way back he had said countless times, "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry."

But Ramos didn't say a word other than answering him just now whether it hurts or not.

After a long time, when he thought Ramos had fallen asleep, a light voice came from the bedside, "Don't do it, you should rest too, it's not your fault."

How is this not my fault.

The curse was directed at me in the first place.

I figured out what happened tonight.

You were lost by me.

Pique stopped what he was doing, but couldn't stop looking at those glaring scars over and over again, and couldn't stop replaying in his mind when he found Ramos and watched the kitten curl up there and almost forgot how to breathe.

He sighed for a long time, whether it was the anger and rivalry that you didn't say and I didn't say it earlier, or the fluke mentality that you hoped to delay the matter for a few days before it could be resolved, all of them disappeared.

Those who thought they could not bear it turned out to be able to, and those who thought they could wait turned out to be unable.

Some things are more important than others after all.

Pique returned to the bed and looked down at the person who obviously knew he was there but didn't want to open his eyes to look at him. Can I just take one?"

……

……

Feeling the person beside the bed leave, Ramos suddenly opened his eyes, "You... what?"

Pique has invested in the wardrobe, and among several white jerseys that also made him uncomfortable and never considered the possibility of wearing them, he chose the one with the most relaxed fit.Hearing the question, he showed a little relaxed smile, turned around, and raised his clothes to signal, "Can this one be used?...you know...I mean, this clothes probably won't be used anymore .”

"What???" Ramos looked almost blankly at the Catalan who said that he could understand every word but couldn't understand the meaning.

Pique looked embarrassed, "I don't think you want to wash it and keep it. So it's better that it has no special meaning."

"Oh, the commemorative ones are not here." Ramos replied in a daze. Seeing that Pique frowned almost bitterly, but he took off his shirt very quickly and randomly printed the back of the shirt. Putting the No. 4 Real Madrid jersey on his body, he finally realized what the opponent was going to do.

"Gerald?! You don't need to do this!"

"No, I should have finished it yesterday." Pique's face showed real remorse, "You won't suffer these injuries."

He couldn't even imagine, let alone what would happen to the kitten outside, where he couldn't see it, under unlucky circumstances.

Ramos shook his head and denied it more firmly than before, "It was just an accident, not your fault."

Although he scolded Pique [-] times not long ago as an idiot, it was precisely because he knew that the other party could not be blamed for it.

Pique frowned, not knowing whether Ramos' refusal was still the reason he hadn't understood from the beginning to the end, or the complete disappointment after escaping from the quarrel tonight (the possibility of the latter made him particularly disturbed), but he had already made up his mind Determined not to be entangled with Ramos anymore, anyway, the conditions for lifting the curse never said that they must be pleasing to each other.

He didn't refute Ramos's words, just nodded, "Okay, if you say no, then I'll take it as you forgive me-do you have condoms and lubricants? Nightstand?" He bent down to pull the drawer.

"Gerard Pique! Am I speaking human language? Is it human language!" Ramos sat up angrily, rubbed all kinds of bruises and hurt his face several times, "I said you You don’t need to do this! Besides, it doesn’t mean that you can be useful just by wearing a jersey!” The latter sentence contained a lot of secret thoughts of his self-conscious embarrassment, and he was not very powerful.

"Oh, you're worried about this, I didn't say it? Then make it up now, I love you, isn't it enough?" Pique was puzzled by the arrogance of the other party who had weakened in the middle of the sentence, turned his head and glanced, I don’t understand Ramos’ expression as if he was choking on a raw hard-boiled egg, so he turned back and looked through the drawer, “—huh? Peppermint flavor? Do you have this kind of habit? I can’t stand this very much...but you like it It's not impossible."

"Damn you!" Ramos was almost in a broken mood, but he didn't really jump out of bed this time - after all, he was still in pain - and he didn't wear anything.

"Do you think it's just what you say!"

Pique was even more confused, so, "Of course I mean it."

Ramos took a breath, feeling that his heartbeat might have stopped for a few seconds, and then began to overload, "You mean it?"

Pique was heartbroken and wanted to pull his hair. "Then it's useless for me to say anything now. I can prove it after the curse is lifted. If you don't try, how will you know? You have to give me a chance to prove it."

People with tachycardia and cerebral congestion are a little bit involved, and they are obviously shaken.

Pique continued his efforts, "What do you have to lose? You haven't done it for a week. I will help you."

"I'm still hurt!"

"It's a skin injury, I will pay attention... be gentle."

Ramos stared wide-eyed, looking at Pique who was as gentle as the legendary 24-filial boyfriend when he said this, he just felt creepy. Is this really the Pique he knew?Gerard Pique, who is not annoying to die 24 hours a day in Barcelona?But he still couldn't stop his heartbeat from getting louder and louder, as if there were 1 knots in his mind, and he couldn't think of a single rebuttal.

Finally he struggled to make a token objection.

"No peppermint."

confess a cat

When Ramos woke up, the first thing he saw was Pique lying on his side, looking over with his head propped on one hand, with that tender and creepy 24 filial boyfriend expression on his face, probably already looking like this / Watched X for a while.

To be reasonable, they didn't know how many times they quarreled the day before, and it turned into this kind of greasy and crooked relationship after sleeping?

Should he also respond to the expression of a fool in love according to the situation?

Oh no, kill him.

Ramos had a terrible headache, his expression was distorted, and he pushed that face away with one hand, "Why don't you get up and look at me so disgustingly." He made up his mind that if this person tried to say something like "because you look good", If the words achieve the purpose of disgusting the captain of the mortal enemy, kick him down immediately.

Pique didn't give Ramos this chance, he said a very serious reason, "Actually, it's only 5 o'clock now, just now I sensed that you were going to turn into a cat, I kissed you, I don't know if it will work, just wait and see meeting."

That wasn't enough to explain what Ramos was most concerned about (that smirk still on someone's face when they answered a question), but he decided to skip it, eyes closed, turned on his back, the quilt pulled up, "Sleep. "

The momentary movement involved the whole body, all kinds of external injuries, internal injuries, and sore muscles reacted together, and the whole body froze with a hiss.

"Fuck." Aggrieved (← Pique's imagination) cursed in the bed

"Sergi..." Pique couldn't laugh or cry, how old is this person?He stretched out his hand and pulled down the quilt covering his mouth and nose, "Slow down your movements."

"Who is to blame?" A certain person turned back abruptly for another sentence, grinning his teeth in pain again.

"Yes yes yes, blame me for moving too much." Pique chuckled,