I heard that you also like pink frozen milk[Comprehensive]

Everything was like a dream, and he actually made this wrong decision.

The joy of being able to stay by Kongphop's side and the contempt for himself are intricately intertwined, making Arthit feel a mess in his heart.

Even if he achieved his goal, Kongphop's face didn't become kinder because of it.

His arms holding Arthit tightened a little more, as if he wanted to rub him into his body.

But Arthit couldn't see his expression clearly.

Kongphop pressed his face on his shoulder and didn't let go for a long time.

The two of them lay so quietly, but the atmosphere was strangely harmonious.

It was not until a long time later that Arthit broke the silence and said with a little embarrassment, "I... want to take a shower."

He really didn't want to bring up this ambiguous topic in front of kongphop, but because of a fever, under the doctor's advice, he covered the quilt with sweat and his body was sticky, so he couldn't just fall asleep like this.

Kongphop was finally willing to turn over on him, and asked with a frown, "The fever just went down, what should I do if the fever flares up again after washing?"

It really does sound like concern.

Arthit didn't know what was going on in his heart, he just muttered in a low voice and replied: "I will pay attention."

Both of them understood that the decision they made was against ethics, and they both dared not look each other in the eye.

Kongphop still looked reluctant, but he didn't stop him any more.

Arthit got up from the bed, walked slowly to the bathroom door, and then turned around to remind: "Can I borrow a change of clothes?"

Such a polite tone made Kongphop's lips tightly pressed again, but now he seems to be extra tolerant, without saying a word of the usual sarcasm, he got up and opened the closet, and gave him a set of clean clothes, by the way There is also a guilty ku.

"No new ones, just wear mine." After saying this, kongphop added in a low voice at the end, "It's not like I haven't worn them anyway."

Arthit's ears were a little red, he took the clothes and hurried into the bathroom.

It wasn't until he shut Kongphop's gaze out of the door that he finally breathed a sigh of relief quietly.

What he was holding was kongphop's clothes, a large t-shirt and a pair of shorts. The fabric was soft and comfortable. Although it was old, it was well washed.

kongphop doesn't like special pajamas, home clothes are similar styles.

Seeing that he still retains the same habits as before. Arthit felt a little comfort in his heart.

But besides the comfort, there is also some sadness.

It can also be seen from these details that kongphop is a very affectionate person.

If he hadn't insisted at that time, kongphop would definitely not have taken the initiative to separate from him.

But this kind of involuntary if, there is really nothing to think about.

He is in poor health now, and not long after, kongphop began knocking on the door to urge him, and he couldn't take a bath to his heart's content.

But at least the stickiness on my body has receded.

The underwear that Kongphop gave him was not new, even though it was washed clean, Arthit would inevitably feel a little uncomfortable wearing it.

Just like kongphop said, the two big men, their bodies were not much different back then, and they didn't know how many times they wore each other's clothes.

But those comfortable and comfortable days have passed for too long. Even if they are going to live together now, there is a sense of distance between them. Even if they have done things thousands of times before, they will feel strange now.

Such a discovery made Arthit feel a little down again.

Just after putting on his clothes, kongphop knocked on the door outside again.

Arthit hurriedly opened the door.

Kongphop's hand happened to stop in mid-air, when he saw him, the light in his eyes dimmed suddenly, and he was a little dazed.

Arthit looked down at himself, because of Kongphop's urging, he hurriedly put on his clothes without drying himself.

The remaining water stains on the body wet the white T-shirt, and one piece here and the other sticks transparently to the skin.

Especially the chest and lower abdomen, almost no different from not covering.

Seeing his protruding belly, Arthit felt ashamed.

He is no longer a child, of course he understands that kongphop's so-called asking him to stay can't just cover the quilt and chat.

But now he has already lost the good figure he had at the beginning. Because he once gave birth to a small life, it is difficult for his lower abdomen to return to the firm and stylish shape it used to be. In addition, he is busy with work and has no time to exercise. It seems that there is a difference of several years from the tall and handsome kongphop.

I'm afraid it's hard for kongphop to think about him anymore.

Even though he thought so, Arthit couldn't directly reach out to cover his stomach.

"I'm fine, you go in and wash." Saying that, Arthit hurriedly squeezed out beside Kongphop.

Kongphop froze the moment he touched him, pushed the door into the bathroom without saying a word, and slammed the door shut.

Aware of his avoidance, Arthit felt even more embarrassed.

He suddenly felt that since Kongphop overbearingly asked him to stay, since it was only for revenge, it was only natural that he would regret it.

Anyway, they used to love each other. At that age, they saw each other's best looks. It's normal for kongphop to not accept him now.

Despite thinking this way, Arthit still felt his heart constricted, and the pain made him curl up in the quilt.

Kongphop stayed in the bathroom for a long time before coming out.

Out of shame, arthit has been hiding under the quilt without even showing his head.

And kongphop didn't pay attention to him, and after turning off the light, he got into bed from the other side.

The two people, each with a quilt, occupy half of the big bed, as if there is a Milky Way between them.

The air was very quiet, so quiet that only the sound of their breathing could be heard.

The medicine that Arthit took clearly contained sleeping ingredients, but now he only felt a severe colic in his heart, and the pain almost covered up his physical discomfort and made him lose all drowsiness.

After hesitating for a long time, Arthit said dryly, "kongphop."

Kongphop responded.

It's really difficult for Arthit to say such self-aware words: "If...you regret it, I don't have to come in the future."

Kongphop turned his head abruptly.

"What did you say?"

Arthit was taken aback by his reaction, and explained subconsciously: "I mean, I know that now... I am different from before, my figure is out of shape, if you don't want to..."

He stopped abruptly in the middle of his words, because kongphop suddenly and viciously tore off his quilt and hugged him in his arms, and some part of kongphop was pressing against his thigh angrily.

"No matter how beastly I am, I can't do anything to you when you are so sick." Kongphop gritted his teeth next to his ear, "So don't bother making any excuses, I can't let you go."

Arthit blinked his eyes in bewilderment, but the sadness in his heart seemed to be unknowingly diluted.

After finishing speaking gloomily, kongphop suddenly frowned and rubbed against his head.

"Why didn't you even blow your hair?" Kongphop asked angrily.

Arthit was a little overwhelmed, and now he was in a daze.

In the situation just now, how could he think of drying his hair.

"With your current physical condition, you are looking for death if you sleep without drying your hair!" Kongphop sat up vigorously.

After a few seconds, he explained his impatience: "I don't want to spend all my time taking care of you!"

Arthit sat up and saw that he had already brought the hair dryer, so he reached out to pick it up as a matter of course.

Kongphop's movements paused, and he pushed him away in a rough voice: "Don't waste time, I have to get up early tomorrow for the infusion."

He plugged it in neatly, turned on the hair dryer, and helped Arthit dry his hair.

His movements were not gentle, and a few times even scratched Arthit's scalp.

But Arthit sat on the bed blankly, listening to the whistling wind in his ears, unexpectedly had an illusion... as if he had returned to his previous happiness.