Soon after returning home, Pon really had a fever.
The heat was menacing, engulfing almost all of his consciousness.
In a daze, the only thing he could recognize was the tall figure in front of him, walking into the dark night.
Out of habit and instinct, he wanted to chase and touch him, but the remaining sense of reason forced him to stop.
He could only stand still and watch the figure go further and further away.
It was afternoon when he opened his eyes again. Benz was sitting by the bed, cross-stitching.
Seeing that Pon was awake, he hurriedly helped him to sit up and delivered the prepared warm water to his mouth, “You have been talking in your sleep for as long as I have been sitting here. Are you thirsty? Quickly drink more.”
Pon was startled, forgetting about drinking water, he asked hastily, “What did I say?”
Benz smiled slyly, “You said everything, who you like and who you hate, I heard it all.”
Seeing that he was teasing him, Pon breathed a sigh of relief and thought that he probably didn’t say anything shocking in his sleep.
After drinking water, he felt a lot more comfortable. Pon thought about the unfinished paintings and immediately devoted himself to work.
Benz helped him put a small table on the bed and asked while plugging in the notebook “Brother, did you come back alone today?”
It was almost dawn when Pon got home. He didn’t disturb Sammy and Benz who were sleeping.
He opened the door and went back to his room.
Benz felt strange when he woke up early in the morning and found him lying in his bed.
“En,” Pon lowered his head to fiddle with the tablet, “alone.”
Benz pointed to the supermarket shopping bag that was placed next to the backpack, “Then who bought that?”
Pon said without looking at it, “Me.”
“Tsk tsk tsk.” Benz finally found a loophole and stretched out his hand to take out a handful of candies and chocolates from the shopping bag, “You bought these too? Bought so much just to climb a little hill…”
Pon was taken aback for a moment, then casually came up with a reason, “There was almost none at home, so I bought more along the way.”
On the other side, Benz was still rambling about his guesses and suspicions.
Pon looked at the pile of colorful packages and fell into his thoughts.
When he was in the convenience store, it seemed that he did see the man wandering around the candy counter for a long time.
He didn’t pay attention to it before, but now he realized that he actually bought so much.
Different flavors of gummy candies, toffees, fruit candies, lollipops, chocolate beans of different shapes, chocolate bars and individually packaged cream pastries.
The man didn’t like sweets. He used to ignore these things without even a glance.
Now he would spend his time carefully selecting them. Pon was surprised and couldn’t help but feel a little confused.
In the past, he felt so disgusted. He sneered at him for being childish and he was annoyed that he made the house smell sweet and greasy.
Why could he find it tolerable now?
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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...
