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For Pique's appearance, he still can't get angry sometimes/most of the time.

Tapped the table with two fingers, glanced at the torn paper, and then raised his head to look at Pique, Ramos also smiled, with a malicious expression on his face, "I can do [this]."

He stood up abruptly across the table, clasped the other's head with his left hand following his gaze, then bent down and leaned closer to him. He was satisfied to see Pique's annoying smile froze for a moment, but he didn't stop, but simply pointed at him. The other party subconsciously pursed his lips and kissed him directly.

The whole movement is very coherent in one go, as if it has been practiced countless times.

This is really not.

Ramos' hand slid from the back of Pique's head to the side of his face, lightly pinching his jaw, forcing him to open his mouth, and the tip of his tongue immediately stuck in without hesitation.

For a moment, Pique let Ramos do whatever he wanted in his mouth without any response.He felt that there must be something wrong, but the matter was indeed provoked by himself, and it seemed wrong to stop it.

Ramos didn't care what he was thinking, he simply picked him up, straightened his waist and adjusted himself to a more comfortable position, his nimble tongue unscrupulously poked around in the unexpectedly hot and comfortable mouth.

He is already 31, rich, good-looking and good at work, so he is naturally rich in experience.

But who said that Pique is not.

If you compare them one by one, at least you should not lose. (Here only represents Pique's personal opinion)

The honorary president of Barcelona has two annoying things that the whole world knows-losing to Real Madrid and losing to Ramos.

It is obviously not his style to let Ramos take advantage of being in a daze all the time.

Pique rolled his eyes, clasped the back of the neck of the person in front of him with his free right hand and pressed it to his side, and his tongue was rudely countering the troublesome tongue in his mouth as if he had just woken up from a dream.

It can be said that the battle for victory and defeat has only begun now, and both of them have tried their best. I'm afraid they don't work so hard to flirt in Rio.But this kiss still didn't have even a lingering atmosphere. Instead, it seemed as if a battlefield had been opened up between the two of them, as if swords were on the verge of coming and going.

It is a very strange thing to compete for a victory or defeat in this. Evenly matched means that both losers, how can there be any winners.

Both of them refused to let go, pinching the back of each other's neck tightly, and the bound hand also pushed and shoved each other to fight for the right to use it.The tape was already weak after being exposed to water in the bathroom earlier.So when the two of them finally had to admit that they had reached their limits—they were gasping for breath and their tongues were sore. When they pushed and pulled apart, a long silver thread was pulled out between their lips and tongues before they were disconnected. When it fell off early, Ramos raised his right hand to wipe his mouth, only to find out.

They were staring at each other panting across the table, but Pique was taken aback when he saw it. He raised his left hand and looked at it, but he still couldn't turn around.

"We separated and you didn't change back, so this is useful."

Ramos made a serious analysis and conclusion, as if he had forgotten why he was not the one who kissed him in the first place.

"The kiss of true love?" Pique asked very puzzled, even though he didn't quite understand what it should be, but he thought it wouldn't be so rude.

"Dream you." Ramos smirked and said firmly, "It doesn't exist."

He took out his phone and glanced at the time. "It's 1:07, we have to keep our distance and see how long this lasts."

Pique nodded indistinctly, and sat back in his seat, unable to tell what it was like in his heart.

He knew that Ramos was serious about helping him solve the problem of becoming a cat, but at the same time, this person also ruthlessly rejected the possibility of completely lifting the curse for him.

— not that he was looking forward to the grotesque-sounding thing that Ramos is in love with him.

— Otherwise, what else could he expect?

If Ramos wasn't around, he'd still be a kitten who couldn't do anything.

This overly intense kiss simply wouldn't exist.

But if he hadn't been turned into a cat...

Maybe this kiss will never exist.

Ramos is actually far less calm than he looks.

At the beginning, the kiss would be like that, and it can be said that it was the product of the uncalmness of being provoked by the smile at Pique.

Not to mention, how the hell did he even think of sticking his tongue in there? ? ?

The most recent meeting between the two ended with Ramos sarcastically applauding Pique.

The last call between the two ended with Pique hanging up on Ramos' sincere "Do you want to include round-trip air tickets and board and lodging for the Champions League final tickets?"

Why did he kiss without any grievances?And looking back, I don't think it's awkward at all.

If he was honest enough, Ramos quickly glanced at Pique's bright red and moist lips, probably still a little bit unsatisfied.

He also sat down and pushed the phone in front of Pique, "Are you going to be responsible for this?"

It was a miserable screen that had been scratched by the kitten before.

"..." Pique actually felt that the revenge at that time was naive and didn't want to admit it, but somehow he remembered the tone of Ramos hurriedly squatting down and asking if he was injured, and he remembered that he was in the room before, Ramos swooped over with that nervous look.

Has this person ever cared so much about himself?

no.It's never like that, even when he's on the pitch.

So (where's the logic?) His tone was a bit rushed, "It's none of my business."

"Is there a second cat here? Your ability to open your eyes and tell lies is always an eye-opener." Ramos admired falsely.

"Then why don't you settle accounts with the cat." Pique also returned a smirk, which can be said to be a rascal.

"The cat is much cuter than you." Ramos shrugged and spread his hands. "And anyway, it's pure white."

This is no longer a hint, Ming is annoying.

Pique pouted, looking suffocated.

This matter has been complained about last night.

It didn't make sense, he should be mad at Ramos, not at himself for being white.

"Pfft," Ramos laughed abruptly, "Forget it, don't talk about comparing yourself with cats, your pouting is not as cute as Chris."

[A certain three-year-old in the distance who is not comforted by you when my baby is unhappy: I will not take this as a compliment! 】

Pique's face became more depressed.

It's actually kinda cute.

Ramos glanced at the slightly raised lips on the opposite side again, and silently corrected it in his heart.

It's all done by me to add a layer of water color to the red color!

I can't stop thinking about it.

foot slide a cat

The two of them stayed in the house for the whole afternoon and didn't go anywhere.Since it is necessary to figure out the aging problem, it is inevitable to change and change, so there is no need to go to the gym to join in the fun.

There is no need to consider more in-depth contact. The most urgent thing is to ensure playing time for the game. Is there any [excessive things] to do before the game?impossible.

When they skipped this subject tacitly, the two of them felt somewhat relieved.

What is gratifying is that the effect of that kiss was very impressive. About an hour later, the two who were listening to music and swiping their tweets suddenly looked up: "I think the time is coming."

"Wait and see if it's right."

It's a very humane curse, with a warning time before turning back into a cat.

After counting exactly 60 seconds, Ramos, who watched Pique turn into a kitten, couldn't help but roll his eyes and "boast" that stupid curser.

The superfluous things are considered in every detail.

Can you use your brain for normal things?

Like cursing the top card next door?

Oh, forget it, maybe at that time, here will also contribute a top card of its own, and it will be a big loss.

Ramos's bigger and bigger brain holes stopped when Piccolo jumped onto the table and walked over angrily.

——Don't ask him how he saw the puffiness, it's too easy to judge Pique's mood, especially now that he doesn't have that big beard on his face.

But it's hairy. 【shut up】

There are many reasons for Pique's displeasure: To confirm the time limit, he has to endure turning into a cat, and then he has to change back naked after a while.

Why is Ramos so polite when he looks at the cat?

He decided to let the other party know that even as a cat, he is very threatening!

Not only can he scratch the phone screen with his little paws!

He can still kiss!

Piccolo didn't stop under Ramos' surprised gaze, but accelerated and rushed straight in front of the person, accumulating strength on his hind legs on the edge of the table, and was about to jump towards the person's face.

Don't underestimate the cat's ability to bounce.

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But don't underestimate how smooth a table top can be.

Like many miserable meow movie compilations.

Pique's foot slipped.

Fortunately, his master (?) is not a jerk holding a camera and laughing beside him, but a good meat pad who will answer the second time and the third time.

Ramos only had time to resign himself to a wry smile, reached out to pick up a kitten that had fallen down, and lifted it up as fast as possible—anyway, the mat is ready, at least not to let people fall in too embarrassing places.

Pique lived up to expectations and threw himself on Ramos naked again, and the judges might be tired of looking at it.

The difference is that this time there is a sofa seat underneath, so it is a soft landing except for the bone and diaphragm.

That's right, even Pique's lips landed on Ramos's lips perfectly, making a soft landing.

Plan pass.

Is it gratifying, congratulations, congratulations, congratulations.

What did Ramos say earlier?

Oh, there is more to come.

It's reasonable to ask for something in return for the sake of making another meat pad, right?

What's more, this is an unmistakable throw in the arms