your teammate

Under the quilt, he reached out his hand very naturally, touched Ramos' waist and eyes, and squeezed it.

Damn this guy is cheap and good-looking.

Ramos was dumbfounded.

The next sentence the other party said immediately made him speechless even more.

Pique marvelously spoke in a solemn and natural way——

"Sergi, believe it or not, I love you and will definitely lift the curse for you."

Damn, is there anyone who can contact the context and tell him why there is a sudden confession here? ? ?

Ramos' heart was beating like a drum, and his face was still the stunned expression before, but everything was messed up inside.

He looked at Pique, his mind might be full of thoughts or it might be empty and he couldn't start.

"I originally..." Pique bit his lips in embarrassment to explain, "I can't accept wearing your jersey, and you still put me... Forget it, I won't talk about that. Anyway, I thought, now Hugh During the competition, you can delay to see if there is any other way, anyway, it can help you transform back into a human being anyway, it doesn’t matter, I didn’t expect you to be misunderstood, and I have never had a chance to make it clear.”

Of course you didn't expect it, there are still things you don't know.

Seeing that Ramos didn't say a word, Pique couldn't help speeding up his speech, "Really, I didn't come here to laugh at you about this, and I didn't intend to threaten you with helping you become human. The team is going to report and it hasn’t been resolved, so I have to do what the curse requires. Now I know that I shouldn’t procrastinate. It’s my fault that you get hurt. I admit it, but can you stop thinking of me like that .”

"What?" Ramos didn't expect the conversation to be thrown to his side suddenly.

"You have always suspected that I am here to amuse you because you like me?" Pique looked at Ramos' face, which was obviously being said, and felt sad, "I don't know why you think so, including the national team. That night, you thought that no matter who the object was, I would do that, so you reacted that way." At the end of the sentence, this is no longer a question.

Ramos didn't nod, but he didn't deny it either.

Pique waited for a while, and waited for a while, and waited for a long time.

And what he was looking forward to was obviously not the kind of person who would make excuses for himself, even if he only thought about it once, it was a fact that cannot be denied.All Ramos did was watch Pique's face being unable to maintain the pretended relaxed expression little by little, and finally turned into a wry smile.

He thought that at this time, there was still a part of himself who was still hesitating between doubting the contradiction between Pique and the curse, maybe he was really a jerk.

"Okay," it turned out that Pique broke the calm and forced the atmosphere to relax, "No matter what you thought before, everything will be proved after the curse is lifted. Now take a good rest, we need to recover our strength and put the remaining Finish the next six times as soon as possible."

Ramos' expression stiffened instantly when he heard the words, which made Pique laugh unceremoniously. He shook his shoulders and took him into his arms. Keeping the distance between breathing and touching, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Ramos looked at this silly face close at hand, and couldn't think of any reason not to believe him.

The next two days, or a day and a half, passed without any sense of reality.

They did it literally six times.

That is Pique six times, Ramos does not know how many times.

After all, prostate orgasms are always easier to come by.

Ramos was tossed enough, and Pique was not easy.

But don't forget that the weird request also stipulated different postures. Considering that Ramos' condition is not very good, and the physical work is done by Pique, it is not easy to find a suitable posture.In the last few times, I had to turn to the almighty network for help.

You may not believe it when you say it, but this tm can actually be a brain job.

At the end of the last time, both of them spread out on the bed and didn't want to move.

"I want to eat melon." Ramos yelled out of breath.

"what?"

"I haven't eaten fruit for a week."

"Why." Pique still couldn't keep up with the rhythm.

"Because cats don't eat fruit."

"Hey, if you have to eat it, it should be okay, right?"

"Chris said the sugar content is too high, so don't let it go."

Oh, that's the root cause.

Pique smiled unkindly.

After laughing, he got up, and half hugged another person who was so limp, "Then you cooperate and wash it for you quickly, then I will go buy melons, tell me everything else I want to eat, and bring them back. "

Ramos let the Catalan put his hands under his armpit to lift himself up. Seeing that this sweaty man like himself was focused on him, he cleaned himself up wholeheartedly, and wiped away the bruise with all his strength. After the wound faded away, he put on his clothes and dried his hair carefully. He suddenly felt that his previous doubts and speculations were indeed too stupid and too bastard.

So he spoke suddenly when the hair dryer was turned off and the room was quiet.

It's as natural as saying thank you.

"Gerald, I love you."

Pique stared blankly at the speaker's expression, and took about five seconds to confirm that it was not a joke, then smiled involuntarily, and responded with a kiss without the slightest bit of sex on his lips.

"Of course, I love you too."

Yes, that's all.

They are mortal enemies, and they are also teammates, but no matter what their identities, they have always had a tacit understanding that needs no words. When they face each other frankly, all misunderstandings can end here, and there is no need to explain more.

Your nemesis/teammate has turned into a cat and just needs a loving hug from you.

NormalEND

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Pique went to buy melons with an extremely long shopping list, filled with all kinds of food that Ramos wanted to eat, and then he had to go back to the hotel to bring his luggage, after all, it’s hard to go out in Ramos’ clothes It's a bit tight, and it costs money to open the room.

Ramos was alone on the sofa, switching channels boredly, thinking that after more than 2 hours, it was almost time to buy something for the return trip.

Not saying how much he can't live without Pique, it's just, you know - he really likes it, Melo.

It happened without warning.

Pique had just stopped the car, closed the door and opened the trunk, which was full of what Ramos wanted to eat, and he thought Ramos would like it.

Ramos is humming on the sofa, looking forward to his melon, by the way, (just by the way!), looking forward to his boyfriend who probably just officially took office.

Then they both felt as if there was a loud alarm clock in their heads, a piercing ring that didn't really exist.

That probably means,

There are 60 seconds until Ramos turns into a cat.

Ramos put away the limbs that had been spread out wildly, wrapped himself in the blanket, and couldn't help but roll back to the various requests made by Pique in every skin-to-skin contact between the two. , all realized by themselves.It wasn't his unexpected cooperation that Pique thought, but that he couldn't refuse at all.

Pique said that waiting for the curse to be lifted will prove everything.

However, it does not.

He didn't even want to think about what that meant.

Anyway, he won't be able to eat melon again soon.

So he probably doesn't need the person who promised to buy melons.

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Peake had already left a pile of things in the garage and rushed into the house without a second's delay. It was still because the house was too big, and there were only ten seconds left when he rushed to the living room in a hurry.

The person wrapped in the blanket stared at him with wide round eyes, as if he was a little surprised by the timing of someone's appearance. There was no expectation in his eyes, but there was an inexplicable sense of relief.

"Don't come here." Ramos stopped the Catalan who had hurriedly stepped to the sofa and was only one step away from him.

"Sese, you believe me! There must be something wrong here!" Pique looked helplessly at the person who was lying on the sofa and refused to gesture. They were so close, but Ramos' expression pinned him in place and did not dare to approach.

During the tens of seconds of rushing here, his mind didn't stop for a moment. He was absolutely sure that he wouldn't be unable to distinguish his feelings, but he didn't dare to guess what Ramos would think.

He remembered how he silently gave up resistance that night, and how he felt when he woke up that morning and found himself alone.Ramos had so many speculations and doubts about him. He had just let go of his guard and said he loved him, and then he turned around and left him, and immediately turned back into a cat. What would he think, what could he think?

Pique felt exhausted. He saw how much disappointment he had on Ramos' face, and he felt double the frustration in his heart, one for Ramos and one for himself.

What I am most afraid of is that the other party will refuse, but it is me who can prove everything when the curse is lifted.

What can he do, beat himself up.

For the third time, Pique watched Ramos turn into a cat in front of his eyes.

The kitten was buried in the blanket he had rolled up and couldn't get out. A small group wriggled and made a faint meowing sound from under the blanket. Pique was immersed in his own thoughts, and it took him a long time to realize that it was asking for help. Hurry up and dig the kitten out of it.

Ramos Meow, who managed to poke his head out of his clothes, stared angrily at the giant idiot squatting on the side of the sofa and rolled his eyes several times, (not this time I turned it in my heart, but let us ignore the technical problem of whether cats can roll their eyes), God knows this person has a dignified and sad expression