Chapter 59
Kaka's impression of Cristiano in his previous life was always the Cristiano who was active on the court.
When he scored a goal, he was unbridled and proud. Even if he lost the game, Cristiano was mature and steady. He would shake hands with his opponents and hug his teammates to comfort them. He took on the role of the soul leader of a team very well.
After his second marriage, they hadn't been in touch for a long time. He couldn't take the initiative to contact Chris because it was he who chose to cut the kite's string, and his initiative would make everything fall through, so he could only focus on Cristiano's games.
He saw that Cristiano had new teammates, and his teammates hugged him, kissed him, and loved him, which made him wishful thinking that Cristiano's life was colorful enough.
Even when he later saw news that Cristiano had consulted a psychologist - when he saw the news, a string in his heart suddenly broke, and he went to ask Mendes in horror, and Mendes asked him in return, why didn't he ask Cristiano himself?
Mendes had opposed their relationship, but later acquiesced and sheltered it. When he chose to leave, Mendes' reaction was even stronger than Cristiano's - it seemed as if Cristiano had foreseen all this.
He sent a text message for the first time after they broke up, asking about Chris's situation. The other party replied him quickly, telling him that everything was fine, that the news was fabricated, and that they were just friends in real life and had a meal together.
They resumed frequent contact, or rather, he began to respond to Cristiano. He believed the answers about Cristiano, because ninety-nine out of a hundred pieces of news about the other party were false, and the way Chris responded to him and his state were the same as before, and he was completely deceived.
No, Kaka heard a voice in his heart refuting him. He was willing to believe the other party's lies because he didn't dare to explore the truth. He avoided the truth. He knew Cristiano even better than himself. How could he not know the truth?
It’s not that Cristiano’s disguise was so sophisticated, it’s that he successfully deceived himself.
Kaka closed his arms little by little, the warmth and softness in his hands were so real, he slowly loosened their lips, his gaze fell on Cristiano's tightly closed eyes, his lover's crying made the skin around his eyelids red, his tightly closed eyelashes were wet, and there was a faint glow of water in the upturned arc.
He couldn't help but lower his head to kiss those eyes, kissing away the wetness there.
He swore he had never thought he would see a side of Cristiano like this—alone, abandoned, lost, stuck in the same place.
If he had known earlier... would he have let this happen again?
The only thing Kaka was 100% certain of was the realisation that, without a miracle comeback, Cristiano would be forever trapped on the day he left.
He was so frightened that his hands and feet were cold, and he wished he could press Cristiano into his bones and blood so that he could take Chris with him forever and transcend the constraints of time and space forever.
Cristiano raised his hand and hugged his lover back. He opened his eyes and whispered comfortingly, as if he was talking to himself, or to his lover: "Fine, fine, fine..."
Kaka knelt on the soft air cushion, holding Cristiano in his arms, lowered his head into Cristiano's shoulder, and let out a muffled sob.
The two of them were like swans entwined with their necks.
It was unknown how long it had been before the two slowly loosened their embrace. Their eyes intertwined, like two lotus roots that were constantly being pulled. Kaka held Chris's face and gave him a careful yet precious kiss.
Cristiano's cheeks were slightly puffed up by his lover's hands. He blinked, curled up the corners of his mouth and said with a smile: "You bit my lip."
Hearing this, Kaka's eyes fell on Cristiano's broken lower lip. He lowered his head and licked it, but Cristiano dodged it because he was ticklish.
"Does it hurt? It seems to have stopped bleeding." Kaka stretched out his thumb and gently rubbed the place where the red mark was left. He applied a little force with his thumb and pressed the rosy and soft area until it turned slightly white.
He let go of his hand, and the color of his lips quickly returned to red, becoming even more colorful.
Kaka rubbed his lips against hers and kissed her twice more.
Cristiano smiled quietly and tilted his head slightly to cooperate. He liked the feeling of kissing, and he liked the feeling Kaka gave him even more, which made him know clearly that he was loved.
"It's not about bleeding." He answered, looking into Kaka's eyes which were also wet and obviously from crying, "It's about being seen. What will they think?"
Kaka paused, he was a little nervous, and his first reaction was: "I confessed everything to Aunt Dolores and Uncle Dennis."
"No, no, this is not a good idea. It's too sudden." Cristiano was shocked.
He still remembered that after he told Dolores unilaterally, it took his dear mother several months to digest and accept it. Later, Kaka's second marriage successfully made his mother furious, and she was so annoyed by his obsession that she didn't want to say anything more.
He knew his mother was soft-hearted, and if he gave Dolores a little more time, she would accept it and they would restore their original relationship, but he just couldn't give her more time.
"Don't ruin Christmas again." Cristiano said: "We will tell them little by little and let them accept it slowly. Ms. Dolores is very easy to talk to."
Kaka nodded: "Okay, I'll listen to you. I promise you that this time, no matter what happens, I will always be here."
Cristiano stood up, stretched out his hand to pull Kaka up, his red eyes sparkling with a smile: "I know this very well."
[The system detects that the stability of the souls of the two hosts has increased, meeting the conditions for unlocking the gestation of life seeds (spiritual environment)]
Cristiano was stunned for a moment. He hadn't heard the system sound for a long time, so he almost didn't react.
"Does that mean we can have children?!" Cristiano gasped in surprise and almost jumped up while holding Kaka.
Kaka looked at his lover who looked like a complete boy and opened his mouth. He almost wanted to say that Cristiano himself was a child, but he braked in time. Although in many aspects, there was not much difference between the 37-year-old Cristiano and the 19-year-old Cristiano.
[The system detects that the host has not yet fully unlocked the conditions for the gestation of life seeds. The conditions are currently not met: gestation environment (biology), gestation stability (technology accounts for 43% of the current progress)]
Cristiano was poured with a bucket of cold water. He blinked slightly in confusion: "What?"
[The conditions for gestation will be gradually unlocked as the soul stability of the two hosts steadily increases. The progress of the technology proportion will be converted by the data variables of the two hosts. The right of interpretation belongs to the system.]
[The lower the stability, the higher the possibility of failure in the gestation of life seeds. Please pay attention to this.]
Cristiano touched the tip of his nose and said, "Okay, you scared me, so wait a little longer."
"What do you mean the right of interpretation belongs to the system...isn't this a bit too unreliable?" he muttered softly.
The system started to play dead and stopped making any sound.
Kaka laughed and hugged Cristiano's waist: "Cris, you are still a child, I mean, the way you look now. If a child appeared so early, the media would eat you alive."
"Do you think I care about them?" Cristiano snorted, and raised his chin arrogantly. "Let them report whatever they want. I just play my football well. If I can score 60 goals a season, they will just want to kiss my feet."
Kaka was amused. He couldn't refute Cristiano's words because this was the environment of English football.
Cristiano didn't dwell on what he couldn't get. He pulled Kaka upstairs and said, "We have to ice our eyes, otherwise they will definitely suspect something."
Kaka was obediently led by Cristiano. Seeing his lover walking lightly and looking around like a clever deer, his heart softened again.
He bent his knuckles and gently rubbed Cristiano's palm. Chris turned his head and glanced at his lover with a little doubt, then raised his finger to signal him to be quieter.
The two of them successfully avoided the four parents in the living room and came to the bedroom area on the third floor.
"It would be nice if there were some ice." Cristiano splashed cold water on his face and looked better, at least Kaka looked much better, but maybe it was because he cried too much, and there were obviously still very obvious marks left.
Kaka heard this and said, "I'll ask Digan to go downstairs and get some. He's very smart and knows how to set up a cover."
Cristiano believed it.
Kaka quickly knocked on Digan's door, and soon, his brother came out of his room happily: "Oh Kaka! You're back! So early! Look! The room Cristiano prepared for me! It couldn't be better! I love him so much!"
Kaka subconsciously glanced at Di Gang's room. It was like Di Gang's own room a few years later - he once took Cristiano to their home. When Simeone and others went out to travel, Cristiano was curious about his family and childhood, so they went there once - Kaka didn't expect Cristiano to remember it so clearly.
He felt a soft pain in his heart, but his smile became more obvious. He said: "Cristiano has always been considerate. He is like this to his beloved family members."
Digan blushed and was about to run out: "I want to hug him tightly! I have to tell him that he is also my dearest brother..."
"No, Digan." Kaka grabbed his brother's collar by the back of his neck and said, "What you need to do now is to help us get some ice. Remember, don't let others know that we need it."
Digan was stunned for a moment: "What do you want ice for?"
Cristiano popped his head out of the bedroom at this time. He waved at Digan and smiled shyly, pointing to his eyes: "I have to take care of this."
Digan looked over subconsciously and gasped in shock at Cristiano's red eyes and cheeks. He even noticed Cristiano's broken lips. He couldn't help but cover his mouth and whispered: "Oh my God, Kaka! What did you do to him?!"
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