Let's, Fall In Love Again [ SandRay ]

Chapter-7

The two had dinner at Ray’s favourite private restaurant.

This restaurant implemented a membership system and had to be booked in advance. The courtyard was filled with lush spring flowers and the lights on the fountain were hazy and charming. Ray sat by the window and stared at the small fruits on the trees outside the window while feeling that something always seemed odd.

He liked this restaurant a lot.

But why did Sand, who had just returned to Thailand, know what he liked and was even catering to his preferences?

He picked up a fried mushroom and stared suspiciously at Sand’s face as if glaring a hole through him.

“How did you find this store?” Ray asked. “I thought you weren’t familiar with Bangkok.”

Sand calmly replied, “Ren Tawanin recommended it to me so I also signed up for their membership programme.”

Ray still felt that something wasn’t adding up.

From the moment Sand appeared opposite his house, he suspected that Sand had been planning this for a long time. He had done everything deliberately.

However, he had no proof and could only continue to eat in frustration.

Fortunately, today’s dishes were to his liking. The restaurant had just revamped and launched the spring menu and their dessert at the end of the meal gratified him both physically and mentally.

The dessert was just average for Sand but his eyes were filled with tenderness as he gazed at Ray.

Back in high school, he often went to buy Ray pastries. Chestnut cake, glutinous rice cakes, and strawberry puff pastries and after bringing them back, he had to cover Ray during their evening study and keep a lookout for any teachers that might appear by the window.

The students in the classroom were either doing their work, peeking at their mobile phones or passing around small notes.

Only he was solving math problems while peeking sideways at Ray, who was hiding behind a book and stealing mouthfuls of cake. It was like a small hamster stuffing his pouch with food. There were some cake crumbs on his lips that were rolled into his mouth with a lick of his tongue.

So innocent and ignorant, but also full of pure temptation.

It directly resulted in Sand, who was eighteen years old, being full of yellow waste.

His mathematical equations weren’t solved and Ray’s name appeared on the paper instead.

This was his sweetheart.

Sand stared at Ray on the opposite side, sighed slightly in his heart and adjusted his posture. His eyes were even a little melancholic.

He still didn’t know how long it would take before he could hold Ray in his arms again.

Maybe his eyes were too aggressive but Ray raised his head from the cake, the spoon still resting on his lips and asked, “What’s wrong, is there something on my face?”