The years I played football at Real Madrid

Because my head was heavy and there was a warm Cyril in my arms, I quickly fell asleep.

When I woke up, I was still a little dazed, hugging the blanket that had been warmed by sleeping, I didn't know what was going on for a while.I was sleeping on the sofa in the living room and heard some noise from the kitchen.

Oh, I remembered, Cyril came to my house.

I don't know why, but I'm still a little unhappy.Because I think the best way to wake up is to hug Cyril, and Cyril will fall asleep obediently, instead of sneaking out of my arms when I fall asleep, turning around, running Go to the kitchen and do something.I'm not very happy, I feel that he is a little bit casual with my things, and doesn't obey my feelings.

I wanted to just throw him out, out of sight, out of mind.

The golden retriever is more obedient. When he saw me getting up, he just looked up at me and lay down to sleep again.

When I walked into the kitchen, Cyril was cooking soup, the heat was rising, his brows and eyes were soft, and he smiled at me. "Wake up, are you feeling better?"

There was a hostility in my heart, and I said, "What are you doing?"

My lips were very dry, I licked my mouth, but Cyril mistakenly thought that I was hungry, smiled slyly, and served me a night of soup. "I'm making small fish soup. That's what my family calls this soup. It tastes good. I watched my mother make it when I was a child. This is the first time I make it myself. I don't know how it tastes, but it's definitely okay. , I am quite talented in cooking. Why don't you try it first?"

I coughed, "Who allowed you to touch my things?"

Cyril felt that I was here to find fault, and immediately smiled obediently, "I want you to have something to eat when you wake up..."

"Who are you to think what happened to me?"

Cyril couldn't hang on his face, "Isn't this caring about you?"

"Do I need your attention?" I asked him coldly.

Cyril said angrily, "You, you are clearly trying to tear down bridges and hang people~ Ruthless! When you held me in your arms in the afternoon, you didn't talk like this. You hugged me, rubbed against me, and stretched out your hands. Touch me under my clothes, why, it doesn't matter after I've slept? Your heart doesn't feel guilty at all?"

I held his soup and prepared to put it aside, so as not to overturn the soup and scald myself when I fight with him later.Cyril was as frightened as anything, just holding the soup bowl and refused to let go, I glanced at him with a sneer, he flinched, but let go.

"Okay, now I'm awake too, and you came to visit and visited, so you can go."

Cyril refused, and said: "I haven't had dinner yet, you promised me that I can eat dinner before leaving. I have worked so hard to make a dinner, and I can't even drink a mouthful of soup and be kicked out." go out?"

I nodded and brought him the soup.

Cyril was holding the soup bowl, the hot air hit his face, he blew on it, and looked at me carefully. "You still look very bad, do you want me to call your doctor? You always get sick at this time of year, and you haven't had a thorough examination? I..."

"Shut up, eat well, or get out now."

Cyril swallowed the soup, "I want to eat something else. Tonight I made mashed potatoes and some fruit salad."

I couldn't bear him anymore, and as soon as I took the soup bowl away, I pushed him hard, and Cyril was hit on the countertop, maybe there was a hard object on the tailbone, and he let out a groan in pain, I approached him, with my body close to my body. To prevent him from fighting back, I grabbed both of his hands and put my back hard behind him, "I don't understand you..."

I paused and stared wide-eyed.

Cyril blinked.

I seem to understand why every time I beat him up hard, it didn't take long for him to catch up again, as if he hadn't been humiliated at all, or another reason, he enjoyed being beaten ...

I think my expression must be a little hard to explain at once, and Cyril obviously guessed it, his cheeks flushed, and he said quickly: "It's not what you think, I'm fine, I don't have any special hobbies."

I looked down at the tent poked on my lower abdomen, he was so ashamed and angry that he wanted to commit suicide.

"Like to be humiliated, like to be beaten? Do you get intense pleasure when being abused?" I asked him, "I can't tell you, you are tall and big, and although your face is not as handsome as mine, you are still human. Why do you like this one? Have you ever gone to a nightclub to find a young lady with a whip?"

"I don't like Miss Sister, but I like you."

I frowned, "I'm not good at that."

Cyril yelled, "I'm not that kind either! You! Don't think about it!"

This is a little more difficult.I looked at his face and thought about it seriously. Would it be too late to train someone else now?Shouldn't it be too late?If I knew it earlier, I should have listened to David and changed it earlier.It's a pity, after getting along for a long time, I still have some feelings.

I squeezed his hand and sighed, "You..."

Cyril spread his legs apart, clamped my leg, and pushed me with that part. "After I like you, I haven't looked for anyone else, and you are so close to me, what can I do? I can only raise the flag to salute you."

I looked at him coldly, "It seems that you don't want to use this thing anymore."

Cyril shrank back a little, his butt almost sat on the counter. "You clearly know that I like you."

I really didn't know before, I thought he was just joking, but today, it seems that this kid is a little serious.I remembered the bits and pieces before, he held dark green glasses to please me, he was drunk and cheated and asked me to take him to the beach, every time he made excuses to run to my room to sleep, and the one he picked up was always The little shells I hang around my neck.

I have a feeling that the vegetables I have worked so hard to raise have been eaten by a pig, and that pig is still me.

"Cyril." I called to him, "here, you look at my face, look at it carefully, watch it for 5 minutes... no, 10 minutes. Time now."

I'm still a little bit more confident about my looks.

Sure enough, Cyril looked at me obediently, he looked at me without blinking, and then blushed when he looked at me.Forget it, he simply sat on the counter, clamping my legs, his feet still dangling. "I don't think you're ugly, it's pretty good. Single eyelids are very masculine. Short eyebrows are cute. How did you break your nose? Did you fight with someone? Your skin is dark and healthy. You have one big eye and one You only have small eyes, what's the matter? And although your eyes are a bit small, they are very bright, and there seem to be little stars in them. Hey, your eyes are black, and there are very few people with such a black color."

I laughed, baring my teeth on purpose to show him.

"The teeth are crooked, and they are still a little yellow and black. Didn't you brush your teeth well? I really convinced you. Remember to brush your teeth in the future. Electric toothbrushes are better. May I buy you one?"

Cyril also said, "I know you save, but you still live your life. James, I thought about it. If we are together, all my money will be deposited with you, and you will use it when you usually use it." Mine, don't be too frugal, I can make a lot of money and take care of you well. You don't have to be reluctant to buy yourself a toothbrush. "

...failed.

Cyril looked at me quietly for a while, and my heart beat twice uncontrollably.

Cyril whispered, "Your lips are thick and sexy."

Fuck, my handpicked heir is really blind.

I had to reluctantly admit this fact, "Cyril, I think your aesthetics is a bit abnormal, well, it should be terminally ill. I will find you a good doctor."

Cyril looked into my eyes, "Isn't that good? You're ugly and I'm blind, we're just a good couple."

"It's impossible for us...you used to date girls, but this time it's just a brain twitch and you like the feeling of being controlled by me and conquered by me, but it's all fake, and you'll know after a while I regret it. This road is not easy, especially in football, if someone finds out, it is basically a death sentence." I said seriously, "Don't like me. Don't like any man. "

Cyril said: "It doesn't matter to me. I will study law after I stop playing football. After I finish my studies, I will become a lawyer and completely fade out of this circle. I can stay with you after you retire and don't go anywhere. We can form A family, maybe one day they can adopt a child back, like a real home."

He wants to give me a home.

But he is too young.

I said, "But I don't want to be involved with you."

Cyril looked at me, biting his lip, a little hurt in his eyes.

"I don't like you. It's not that kind of liking." I said, "I just want to leave Real Madrid with an excellent first card, which is the only thing that can be returned to the club in addition to the championship in recent years. But after I retire, I really don't want to have a little bit of intimacy with you. I will become a coach, who knows? Maybe the Brazilian league, maybe Real Madrid, but at that time, I just hope you are one of my generals, It's not... the soft bastard who is lying under me and being fucked. Understand?"

"But...but..." Cyril's eyes were red, and he retorted stubbornly, "Think about it, I can give you a good morning kiss in the morning, help you win the game during the day, cook for you in the evening, and even give you a kiss at night. Don’t you think it’s a good deal to help you solve your physiological needs and combine four effects into one.”

"I don't like you." I repeated.

He must have felt embarrassed, his back was tensed, and my feet were loosened.

I looked at him, "I don't understand your thoughts very well. Is it wrong to stay in Real Madrid, earn the world's highest salary, and be loved and admired by everyone? Follow me, what can you have? You like to be oppressed by a man Exploding your chrysanthemum..."

Cyril interrupted me, "Ten minutes."

"Yeah." I answered.

"I watched you for 10 minutes without moving my eyes." Cyril said, "I like you, not because I'm blind, I'm too young to worship the strong, or because I like to be abused as you just said. I I like you because I think you are nice... Actually, I don’t know what it feels like, anyway, I just recognize you. When I watch you play football, I want to kiss you, and when I see you laugh, I want to sleep with you ...I have also seriously thought about the chrysanthemum issue you mentioned. I think it doesn't matter if you blow it up. Others can't. Of course, if you are willing to let me, I can also make you feel comfortable It's cool to the heavens."

He smiled, his face was full of bright sunshine.

I slapped him backhand, "...what do you mean by making me feel good?"

Cyril put the tip of his tongue against his mouth, "That's what you think."

"It doesn't matter if you don't like me, no one likes me anyway. Everyone doesn't like me, and I'm used to it." Cyril said with a smile, "I like you as long as I do."

He smiled at me, then kissed the corner of my mouth, "Stay with me? I'll be nice to you."