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

The words of "not" were like a depth bomb, blowing his brain into a buzzing sound.

Arthit stared blankly into Not's eyes, and suddenly, a familiar feeling of nausea hit him again.

He didn't care to talk much, so he signaled not to stop, and vomited into the trash can on the side of the road.

Arthit hasn't eaten anything all day, and he can hardly vomit anything except the sour water that rises.

But this makes people more uncomfortable.

Not caressed his back, lowered his head anxiously and asked, "Arthit, are you okay?"

It's embarrassing to let your friends see your "morning sickness" no matter what.

But maybe it's because he lost his composure a lot in front of Not, the current Arthit can't care about these anymore.

He shook his head, took the water and paper towels from Not, and packed everything up before he finally found his voice: "Did my parents ask you to tell me that?"

Not took a deep breath, and replied in a low voice: "I think so too."

Nuan Dad Nuan Mom's entrustment was just an opportunity for him to open his mouth.

Arthit turned pale again when he heard his answer.

Parents have rarely forced him to do anything since he was a child, and respected his opinions in everything.

But Arthit knew that, in fact, they had never wanted him to have this child.

It is against natural law for a man to have a child. In the next few months, I don't know what kind of danger is waiting.

They were worried about him, and naturally they didn't want him to take risks.

But they never brought up the subject with him.

Or maybe it's because no one has mentioned it, Arthit has been deliberately ignoring that possible choice for the past few months.

Take the child... off?

He subconsciously caressed his swollen belly, and an unprecedented panic rose in his already calm heart.

Arthit is not a fool, of course he understands that the choice not mentioned is the right one for him.

He is a big man, and it is dangerous to conceive and have a child. What's more, this matter can't be done as long as he hides behind others for a few months.

It would be fine if the child could be born safely, but if the child is left alone in this world, he owes his parents, and I am afraid it will take several lifetimes to pay off.

Ever since he knew that he was pregnant, he had been afraid, panicked, and even disgusted...but he never thought of not wanting this child.

The words not made him have to face this problem.

"Arthit..." Not wanted to say something again.

Arthit raised his hand and stopped his next words: "I want to walk alone, you go back first, I will take a taxi home later."

"But..." Not looked down at his stomach, "Can you do it alone?"

Arthit patted his loose coat and forced himself to smile at him: "It's okay, I'm just getting fat now, not to mention it's so dark, no one will notice this."

Not but still full of hesitation.

"What you said just now, I want to think about it alone." Arthit whispered.

Not finally compromised, and sighed to him: "Then call me anytime you need anything."

Arthit hurriedly nodded in response, and Not then drove away under his watch.

Since knowing she was pregnant, this was the first time Arthit walked alone on the street.The street lights flickered in the night, and the passers-by were in a hurry, but none of them had anything to do with him.

People say that the world is vast, but arthit has never felt how small he is before.

It wasn't until he separated from kongphop that he finally understood what it was like to walk alone in this vast world.

It seems that if you are not careful, you will be swallowed by loneliness.

But suddenly, his body was endowed with another quietly growing life.

This may also be his last relationship with kongphop.

Thinking of this, Arthit's heart couldn't help but constrict.

The word "finally" is really full of struggle and helplessness like lingering on one's last breath.

When he was so close to kongphop, he never thought that this word would be used for them one day.

It's a pity that the world is impermanent, until the moment of death, fantasies about a lifetime are just fantasies after all.

Could it be that he really wants to sever the last connection between them with his own hands? Arthit closed his dry eyes, feeling helpless in his heart.

For a moment, he really wanted kongphop to be by his side at this moment.

If kongphop is here, I don’t know whether he will happily let him keep the child, or he will avoid him like a snake.

Thinking of the latter possibility, Arthit actually felt a deep sense of grievance in his heart.

Strange to say, he can pretend to be strong in front of everyone, but even if he only thinks of Kongphop, even if this person is no longer by his side, his fragility still strikes in an instant.

Just thinking of him makes me feel wronged.

I was so wronged that I wanted to cry on his shoulder.

But now he no longer has the qualifications.

Arthit opened his eyes and looked at the row of bright lights in the distance.

It turned out that it was so close to the bridge.

He once asked kongphop there if he would still like him after knowing all his shortcomings.

He still clearly remembered the bright smile when kongphop answered.

Kongphop did not break his promise, he was the one who broke his promise.

Compared to kongphop who was dumped for no reason, he seems not even qualified to feel sorry for himself.

Arthit walked up to the bridge, looking at the undulating lights reflected on the river, couldn't help but muttered: "Kong... what should I do?"

"When we have a child, let's call it kaka, okay?"

"Although our genes can no longer be combined, we can still combine our names by cheating."

Kongphop's smiling face seemed to appear on the empty river in the distance, his words still ringing in his ears.

"kaka..." Arthit didn't know why, but when he was hesitating to remove the baby in his belly, he remembered this name again.

As if possessed by a demon, he kept groping the name while touching his belly: "kaka...kaka..."

This is his and kongphop's child, their kaka.

How could he be willing to kill it with his own hands?

Suddenly, as if the child in the stomach wanted to respond to him, it actually moved slightly by his hand.

Arthit froze in disbelief.

The little guy in his belly turned over quietly again, the movement was so slight, but so distinct.

This is the first time arthit has felt its presence so strongly.

Its impatient action seemed to be silently condemning a certain thought that Arthit had moved.

"How could you want to throw me away? Dad." Arthit seemed to hear it say that.

Arthit's nose became sour, and tears fell out of his eyes in an instant.

However, the morning sickness didn't bypass him because of this, and before he had time to adjust his emotions, arthit couldn't help but stroked the railing again, bowed his head and retched for a while.

He didn't even have saliva in his stomach, so he could only retch.

Arthit slid along the railing wearily and sat on the ground little by little.

A familiar car stopped beside him, not getting out of that car, and ran to his side anxiously: "Arthit, how are you? Are you okay?"

Along the way, he was actually quietly following Arthit.

Arthit shook his head, raised his face, and looked at his friend with a concerned face.

For the first time in a long time, he showed such a down-to-earth smile.

"Not, I have decided to give birth to it."

"It has already been named, kaka."

Kaka, Dad never thought of taking you away, not for a moment.

Because you came into this world because of two people who love each other so much.