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

Arthit, who was already drunk, didn't know that he had been sold out by kongphop. As soon as he got into the car, he tilted his head to him, and directly climbed his face with his hands, trying to open his drunken eyes, looking at staring at the person in front of him.

"Kaka—kaka, why have you grown so big, daddy can't hold you anymore." He said, his hand was still pulling hard on Kongphop's face.

Kongphop couldn't help laughing: "Look carefully, am I your kaka?"

When Arthit heard his words, he moved closer, almost touching him, and looked up and down his face.

The taxi driver in the front seat saw their actions from the rearview mirror, and couldn't help but cleared his throat, breaking the embarrassment: "Your friend drank too much."

Kongphop was afraid that Arthit would fall, so he put his arms around his waist and smiled at the taxi driver: "Yeah, I'm not in a good mood today."

The light in the carriage was dim, and his movements were in the driver's blind spot, so there was no need to be afraid of being seen by him.

"Who said I'm in a bad mood! I'm in a... good mood, good!" Arthit retorted unconvinced.

It's just that even the tone of the rebuttal was so naive that people couldn't help laughing.

Arthit was rarely so naive, and Kongphop liked it even more, and he didn't care about the driver in the front seat, so he comforted him like a child: "Yes, you are in a good mood. Then you see it? Am I kaka?"

Arthit hiccupped, and traced his slender fingers along his eyebrows and eyes carefully.

Even if he was drunk, this action was a little too ambiguous. The driver glanced at them from the rearview mirror, and his expression suddenly became a little more meaningful.

Arthit didn't seem to realize that there was someone else here at all, his long fingers slid across his curly eyelashes, and while continuing to meander downward, he said in a low voice: "Kaka's eyelashes...Kaka's eyes...Kaka's nose... ... kaka's mouth... kaka's chin... ka, kaka's throat, kaka has no Adam's apple, no!"

Arthit pressed hard on Kongphop's Adam's apple a few times, trying to push back that feature that kaka didn't have yet: "Go down...why not go down?"

Needless to say, it really hurts when he presses it.

Kongphop held his hand with a smile, and couldn't help but kissed him on the lips.

Arthit didn't know if he had tasted the sweetness, so he smacked his lips and moved towards his lips again.

Kongphop also drank a lot tonight, although he was not unconscious, he was somewhat drunk, otherwise he would not have impulsively stated the current relationship between him and Arthit to Mingkwan and the others so straightforwardly.

So, facing Arthit's sudden initiative, he seemed to have lost the reason to refuse, holding his face and deepening the kiss.

The driver in the front seat bears the humiliation, and refuses to look in the rearview mirror any more.

Fortunately, kongphop wasn't so drunk that he didn't care about the occasion. He kissed the person in his arms inside and out, and then forced himself to move his lips.

Arthit lost his usual restraint as soon as he got drunk, he was already out of breath, but as if he hadn't kissed enough, he continued to moan in his arms: "I still want to kiss..."

See no evil Mr. Driver can do it, but driving with people's ears plugged is a bit too much.

Kongphop covered Arthit's pursed mouth, coughed twice, and apologized to Mr. Driver: "I'm sorry."

The driver smirked at him: "Hehe...it's understandable, young people, hehe..."

However, judging from the way he suddenly stepped up the accelerator, this sentence should be a little insincere.

Thanks to the driver's skillful driving skills (?), the two arrived at the entrance of the hotel not long after.

Arthit, who had been quite obedient along the way, started to get awkward when he got off the car: "No, I can't get off the car! I haven't arrived home yet... kaka won't see me, I will, I will cry."

Kongphop could only coax patiently: "It's already this time, kaka is already asleep, didn't auntie send you a photo?"

"No...I want to go home..." Although he was still protesting, arthit didn't have much strength to struggle now, so he was helped out of the car by kongphop.

You must know that when he came out of the KTV, there were three or four people supporting him, and now only Kongphop is left alone, which is really overwhelming.

Without paying attention, Arthit slid down softly, a short distance from the hotel entrance, and he couldn't walk past it for a few minutes.

Kongphop's patience was finally worn out, and he simply hugged him up.

"I'm going home... to my son..."

Arthit still wanted to struggle, but kongphop yelled at him: "If you make trouble again, I will throw you down!"

Arthit really stopped.

He curled his lips, stretched out his arms and hugged Kongphop's neck tightly, his eyes quickly clouded with mist: "I, I'm obedient, don't leave me behind."

His head rubbed against Kongphop's chest, which made Kongphop's heart soften.

Kongphop sighed helplessly.

I don't know who they left behind.

Although he was very unbalanced, looking at such a pitiful senior, he had no choice but to compromise softly: "Okay, don't throw it away, never throw it away."

Arthit finally obediently buried his head in his chest, closed his eyes and fell asleep, and kongphop was finally able to carry him into the hotel gate.

I don't know how many times the front desk of this hotel has seen the two of them tossing about. I'm afraid they have already become accustomed to it. Naturally, there is nothing to be taboo about kongphop.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the hall, he saw an unexpected person on the sofa in the rest area.

"Mom?" He frowned and shouted, "Why are you here?"

His mother didn't seem to hear what he said, she just stood up from the sofa and looked at the person in his arms: "You...you and Nuannuan..."

The last time I deliberately hid it from my mother was because Arthit had always been very nervous.

But for kongphop, since he has decided to get back together with arthit, he naturally never thought of hiding it from his family.

It's just that the aftermath of the breakup was too great, which caused a big change in his temperament, and his family members were also quite critical of Arthit, especially his two older sisters, who probably hated the culprit who hurt his younger brother.

If it were two elder sisters who came here today, Kongphop might really have to deal with it, but he seems to have never seen the antipathy towards Arthit in his mother.

"We are together again." Kongphop directly omitted most of the explanation, and said a result that had not yet been realized.

boom--

The thermos that my mother was carrying in her hand fell to the ground for some reason, but fortunately, the thermos was tightened tightly and the body of the pot was strong. Although the movement was a bit loud, it did not break.

But that sound startled Arthit in Kongphop's arms.

He poked his head out and looked at the person who was talking to kongphop.

Kongphop also had to put him on the sofa beside him, and walked over to pick up the thermos: "Mom, what's wrong with you?"

Arthit blinked, as if he couldn't believe who he saw.

Mama Kong smiled at Kongphop: "I think you've been staying in a hotel for so many days, so you must not eat well, so I made some soup and brought it to you, but I didn't think I could get it right for a while."

Kongphop frowned, "Why don't you call ahead and let me pick it up by myself."

"I called, and your phone has been turned off."

Only then did kongphop remember that he had been away for a day, and before going to the hot pot restaurant, he had secretly video-chatted with kaka for a while, and used up the last bit of electricity.

Looking at his mother with a haggard face, he couldn't help feeling distressed: "How long have you been waiting here?"

"It's not too long..." Mama Kong turned her eyes to Arthit, "Have you...lived together all this time?"

Arthit shook his head in a panic, trying to stand up from the sofa with his arms propped up: "No, I, I'm leaving soon."

But now he has basically lost the ability to stand up by himself, he finally got up from the sofa, and slid to the ground precariously.

Kongphop hurriedly put the soup on the table, went over to hug him, and settled down on the sofa again.

Arthit stuck out his tongue, but still remembered to lower his voice: "Let go of me, I have to go..."

Kongphop frowned tightly, and whispered a threat in his ear: "If you make trouble again, I will kiss you in front of my mother."

This threat really worked, Arthit stopped struggling immediately, and his expression became even more flustered.

When he was drunk, he couldn't hide it, and his fear was written all over his face.

Kongphop sighed, turned his head and said to his mother: "Mom, wait for me, I will take him up, and then come down to take you back."

His mother has never liked staying in hotels, and it's not too late now, and it won't take much time to send her back to her cousin's house.

Mama Kong nodded, and sat back on the sofa again, but her face was full of sadness.

Arthit still wanted to struggle, but was stared honestly by kongphop's stern eyes, and obediently followed him into the elevator.

When kongphop left, he didn’t forget to put the thermos on. When he returned to the room, he put him on the bed. The first thing he did was pour out a bowl of soup and put it on the bedside table: “I don’t have time to feed you. Now, since you're a little more awake, drink some soup yourself, and take a shower when I come back."

Arthit leaned pitifully on the head of the bed, raised his head and said, "I want to go home."

"No!" Kongphop flatly refused.

The drunk Arthit was like a child who hadn't grown up yet, when he heard him being so fierce, his eyes turned red again, he mumbled and hugged the quilt, but he couldn't say anything to refute.

Kongphop rubbed his head helplessly: "Hey, drink some soup, and when I come back, don't think about it."

Arthit's consciousness was not sober. After hearing him say this, despite being wronged, he obediently lay down on the side of the bed, picked up the spoon and tried hard to scoop the soup into his mouth, but unexpectedly, he shook his hand and spilled it. Mostly.

In his state, it seems a bit too difficult for him to drink by himself.

Kongphop sighed, and couldn't bear to keep his mother waiting, so he could only hastily feed him a few mouthfuls, then stripped off his clothes, and stuffed him under the quilt: "Sleep first, I'll be back soon."

Arthit didn't even have the strength to resist, and closed his eyes obediently, but his brows were still furrowed.

Kongphop reached out and smoothed his frowning brows, before finally turning around and leaving.

Mama Kong might have been waiting impatiently, she didn't know when she had already left the sofa, and was pacing back and forth in the hall, seeing him coming out of the elevator, she immediately greeted him.

"Is Nuan Nuan okay?"

Kongphop put his arms around her shoulders: "It's okay, I just drank too much. Let's go, I'll take you back."

Kong Ma followed his pace and walked out of the hall with him. She hesitated for a while, but she couldn't help but said, "You guys... what's going on now? I think Nuannuan doesn't seem like she wants to Make up with you."

Kongphop pursed his lower lip, stopped suddenly, and turned to look at his mother: "Mom, did Nuannuan break up with me back then, did it have anything to do with you?"

Kong's mother froze for a moment, and quickly showed a smiling face: "Kong, what are you talking about?"

Kongphop took a deep breath, and didn't know whether he was asking his mother, or talking to himself: "Why does he seem to be afraid of seeing you?"