I am him ✔

Chapter 80- Is it too late?

At the sound of the door slamming, Arthit immediately poked his head out from under the covers and glared at Kongpob.

Kongpob turned around with his backpack, and the first thing he did was to meet his gaze, which seemed to glow with fire.

"Oon, he slandered me!" Kongpob spoke with the utmost sincerity.

Arthit sneered and crooked his finger at him.

At this point, he had no reason to disobey, so he rushed over and climbed onto the bed and sat next to Arthit, looking at him blearily: "You must believe me, that boy looks so quiet, but his heart is so evil! He must be jealous ...... of ...... me ......"

Kongpob's voice trailed off as Arthit reached into the pocket of the shorts he was wearing.

And Arthit had pulled his own room card out of it, held it up in his hand, glanced up at the one still stuck in the slot by the door, and curled his mouth dangerously at him.

Kongpob was finally petrified by the dark look in his eyes.

"Oon, I can explain." He tried to argue.

Arthit nodded, "Yeah, explain, come on, tell me."

Kongpob froze, suddenly realising that he really didn't seem to have anything to say.

Even if he could explain that Wad had stolen the card, it still wouldn't clear him of his intention to get Arthit drunk last night.

This shows how sinister Wad's intentions are, and how difficult it is to argue with him.

Kongpob got down on his back and held Arthit's whole body in his arms under the covers, burying his face in his shoulder and muffled, "I know I was wrong, I should have said no when that man with a heart of gold offered to conspire with me ...... but the temptation was too much for me! It was too much for me! I couldn't care less about the thought of spending a whole night with you again."

There was that pouty, scandalous face again.

Arthit wanted to kick him away but couldn't do it through the blanket, so he had to verbally shock him, "You have two seconds to get off me, 1......"

Kongpob rolled sharply out of bed and stood with his head bowed, lips tightly pursed, like a child who had done something wrong.

He really knew all too well how to soften Arthit's heart, and Arthit really couldn't help but soften his attitude a little when he saw him like this.

"It's not fair to me that all you remember is the circumstances of doing it with that old

"Kongpob." He actually commiserated.

Arthit's newly calmed emotions were sufficiently stirred up again, "You sound like I'm cheating on you with someone else? Is it my fault that you can't remember about it! Wasn't the old Kongpob you?"

Kongpob saw him getting anxious and looked up at him with a wimpy and aggrieved look, "You said it yourself, I'm not him ......"

Arthit: "......"

So this kid was waiting for him here.

But that did stop him in his tracks for a moment.

After staring at him with a red face for half a day, Arthit finally found an effective way to hit him, "Yeah, he's much better at it than you are."

Kongpob: "????"

Once again, Arthit had won a stage victory and finally got up from the bed wrapped in his blanket and marched like a caterpillar towards the bathroom.