He didn’t sleep well all night again.
Pon tossed and turned heavily, waking up the man lying next to him several times.
At dawn, Aonn put his arm across Pon and murmured vaguely without opening his eyes, “What’s the matter? The guy was so handsome that you can’t sleep?”
It was Sailub.
A few hours ago, on the deserted road, there were only three people.
Aonn, who threatened to call the police, turned around and saw Sailub’s face.
The police were not called and the shame of being caught and restrained was forgotten as he said, “D*mn, do all thieves look like this nowadays?”
He didn’t pay attention to the entertainment industry, he just thought that the man was good-looking.
With the artist’s appreciation of everything beautiful, he bluntly flipped out his WeChat QR code and begged to be added as a friend, painstakingly advising Sailub to stop stealing chickens and dogs and saying he could introduce him to a studio as a model.
This interruption prevented the other two men from speaking.
Pon didn’t know what to say. He retreated far enough to feel safe and lowered his eyes in silence.
When he heard Aonn ask about the man’s height and measurements, a manifestation of his occupational disease, he raised his hand and pulled his arm, “It’s late, let’s go back.”
When they left, Aonn still turned his head from time to time to look, “Tsk, his figure is great, he can walk on the catwalk… Why is he still standing there, as if he is looking at you… Wait a minute, Pon, do you know him?”
Pon nodded, then quickly shook his head, “I don’t know.”
At dawn, Aonn got up and stretched his lazy waist.
The first thing he did after he regained his senses was to confirm with Pon, “You really don’t know that handsome guy last night?"
Pon felt that if he continued to ask, he would be “beaten into submission”, so he took a step back and said, “I’ve met him a few times, but I don’t know him well.”
“I knew it!” Aonn finally managed to pry out the truth, how could he let him go so easily, “What is the relationship between you two, quickly tell me.”
Pon regretted it as soon as he admitted it. He thought it would be better to bite the bullet and deny it to the end.
While boiling water to avoid Aonn’s questioning, he was forced to answer, “I don’t know him well. I saw him at the painting exhibition… He mistook me for someone else.”
Aonn held his head to think and concluded after a while, “It turns out that he is not a thief.”
Pon was amused, “Have you ever seen a thief dressed like that?”
Aonn thought about it for a while, felt that it made sense and suddenly realized with a slap on his forehead, “I see, he was there to chase you.”
Pon, “…”
“Think about it, isn’t it one of the most ancient ways to strike up a conversation — saying that you look like someone he knows?”
Aonn analized it carefully, “You said that he has been pestering you recently, isn’t he just courting you?”
Pon was stunned. The first thing that came to mind was Sailub’s overwhelmed face in the dim street lights last night.
If he had no memories of the previous life, Pon might have believed it stupidly.
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FanfictionIn the past, Sailub Hemmawich thought that Thanapon Aiemkumchai was an unsightly speck of dust in the air, a useless appendage, and he just wanted to lift his sleeves and brush him away. It was only later that he found out that he was the ashes left...
