COLD RAIN

CHAPTER 6

Sailub also failed to get through to Pon's phone, so he went back to S City overnight.

There was still no one at home. The cup that he used when he came back last time was still at the head of the bed as he had left it, half-full of cold water.

He opened the address book again, flipped through it up and down two or three times but couldn't find a number that could be dialed.

He didn't know where else Pon could go.

However, this situation was not unfamiliar.

Sailub remembered another one, although he'd almost forgotten the cause.

Anyway, it was nothing more than standing him up and not keeping promises.

In short, it just made the little fool unhappy.

The little fool ran away from home in a bad mood. He didn't go to the capital to find his brother and he didn't go to other houses in S City. His phone was turned off and no one knew where he went.

Sailub was attacked from both sides by the old b*stard and his brother-in-law far away in the capital.

He was overwhelmed and asked his friends to check and monitor.

After getting the news, he drove to a department store in the city center in the middle of the night.

Sure enough, the little fool was squatting on the steps, pitifully shrunk into a ball, holding his Doraemon in his arms.

Later Sailub asked him what he was doing there, but pretty Pon turned away and refused to speak.

He didn't have the patience to ask again and just put it behind him as a childish tantrum.

In any case, how can one guess what's going on in a fool's mind, God knows what he is thinking about.

Of course, you couldn't let him get used to it.

Sailub could foresee that if he went out to find him again now, the little fool would dare to do it again next time.

That's where the word "emboldened" comes from.

So he took a bath with peace of mind and prepared to sleep.

Early tomorrow morning, the little fool would turn on his phone and receive a call from his brother-in-law.

He would hear that he was at home and he would definitely be back by himself.

Lying in bed and touching the smirking Doraemon, Sailub pinched its big face and kneaded it flat and then round again, venting his emotions.

When he felt comfortable, he let it go. He threw it on Pon's pillow, turned over, pulled up the quilt and fell asleep.

Sailub had a dream.

It was a spring dream.

The picture in the dream was blurred; it was vaguely discernable that there was a man lying on the bed in front of him.

The man was slender, with just enough flesh on his bones, his skin bathed in a luminous white light against the dark sheets.

He couldn't help but stretch out his hand to touch. It was delicate and silky under his touch, and a soft, quiet hum reached his ears.

With the body trembling under his palms, his mind exploded and he thought of nothing else.

He lifted up the man's legs and leaned over.

After waking up, Sailub panted and pushed away the quilt.

His face became extremely unsightly the moment he saw the mess under him.