Believe… believe in what?
He believed everything he said before, but what happened?
What was waiting for him was broken promises and deceit over and over again.
Thrown back to his previous life without warning, Pon pulled up his legs, leaned back and did not respond as if he hadn’t heard it.
Sailub saw his obvious intention to avoid him and turned away, a little frustrated.
But only a moment later he moved back to Pon as he noticed something he hadn’t seen before.
“Did you hurt your legs?” Sailub leaned forward and touched Pon’s knees exposed outside the blanket.
The fabric of his pants was soaked with crimson.
“There’s blood everywhere. Why didn’t you tell me?”
Pon really didn’t notice. When he changed his clothes just now, he just wanted to hurry it up and didn’t have time to look down to check why it hurt. Only now did he know that his skin was broken.
“It’s nothing.” Pon’s voice was faint. He bent his legs to avoid Sailub’s outstretched hand and leaned to the side again.
Based on his understanding of Sailub, since he had been repeatedly rejected like that, he would definitely not try again.
Who knew that this guy would continue to lean forward, his posture changing from sitting to squatting.
He lifted Pon’s pants with both hands, rolled them up and asked, “Do you have medicine?”
He really did.
When he went out, sammy stuffed a bottle of Yunnan Baiyao powder into his bag.
Sailub picked it up and looked at the instructions on the tube, unscrewed the lid and sprinkled it on Pon’s wounds.
He was impatient and moved quickly.
Before Pon could react, he had lifted his pants and placed on the medicine.
The medicine made the wounds hurt. Pon gasped in pain and his body shivered.
Sailub asked nervously, “Does it hurt?”
Before Pon could answer, he lowered his head to blow on the wounds, his warm breath spraying down on bare skin, causing Pon to shrink again.
“Still hurts?” Sailub was not good at this kind of thing.
He panicked seeing Pon’s reaction, “It hurts a bit when this medicine is just applied.”
Pon was silent.
The distance between them was too short, he was afraid that he would give himself away if he spoke and he even regretted calling the man to hide from the rain in the tent.
There was no response but Sailub was not angry. He took out a handkerchief from Pon’s bag, folded it into a strip and pressed it to Pon’s wound, then wrapped it around Pon’s knee, tied it and said, “If you don’t bandage it, it’ll get infected. If it still hurts, just… pinch me.”
After listening to the second half of the sentence, Pon raised his eyes, puzzled and saw Sailub’s focused expression.
Meeting his clear gaze reduced his nervousness a little, making him think of a similar scene in his past.
It happened not long after they started living together, Sailub was at home after filming.
As the wife in the family, Pon took on the task of arranging everyday food and living, and bought many things to show off his skills to make a nutritious meal.
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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...
