COLD RAIN

CHAPTER 55

Pon groped for the mobile phone in Sailub’s pocket, but after a few attempts, he couldn’t unlock it.

Blood coated the screen, quickly coagulating and drying up, and his fingers could not wipe it.

Pon’s mind was a mess, he was breathing in shuddering gasps. He finally pressed the emergency call, but after it connected, he was so nervous that he couldn’t describe the situation clearly.

Sailub raised his hand to hold his wrist and moved the mobile phone to his ear, “A refrigerator truck, license plate number 7903, departed from near No. 98 Alexander Road. There is also a victim knocked out in the alley… Another victim and I are heading towards Doi Chiang Dai Mountain. You can locate this mobile phone to check the location, but the temperature here is too low, it might automatically turn off, please do it as soon as possible.”

After saying this, Sailub suddenly let go of his hand and laid down on Pon.

Pon leaned back against the car wall, put one hand around Sailub’s waist and pushed his shoulder with his other hand, “Wake up, don’t sleep, no, you can’t sleep.”

He forgot where he saw it, the more dangerous the situation, the more one had to stay awake. Once you fall asleep, you may never wake up again.

Pon swallowed dryly, dropped the mobile phone and shook Sailub’s hand hanging on his side.

He inserted his fingers between Sailub’s, clasped the back of his hand tightly and tried to pass his body warmth to him.

Sailub’s mouth pressed against his collarbone constantly exhaled heat.

Sailub’s body temperature was high, he wouldn’t be cold in winter wearing a single coat. But now even his palms were cold, the rise and fall of his chest almost imperceptible.

Pon was frightened.

He let go of his other hand to untie the scarf around his neck.

Halfway through untying it, his hand with their fingers clasped was lowered gently. Sailub tightened his fingers, pulled his hand back and slowly supported his head buried against his shoulder.

In the dark, Pon didn’t know if Sailub had his eyes open, he only knew that he must have been looking at him.

“I’m awake.” Sailub pretended to be relaxed, “If you don’t let me sleep, I won’t sleep.”

He wanted to take off his coat and put it on Pon, but Pon held down his hand to stop him.

The knife was inserted very deep, close to the heart. Pon did not allow him to move, and he did not dare to move.

Fortunately, Sailub didn’t have the strength at this moment and couldn’t defeat Pon.

He could only let Pon carefully wrap the untied half of the scarf around his neck. The two of them had their foreheads pressed together, leaning on each other to keep warm.

Sitting so close, no matter how faint the sound was, it was impossible not to hear it.

Sailub murmured ceaselessly, “PonPon’s hands are so soft” and ‘PonPon’s body smells so good’.

Pon couldn’t listen to it and said in embarrassment: “I, I’ll ignore you if you talk about me again.”

Sailub actually smiled, his warm breath spraying on the tip of Pon’s nose and then spreading to both cheeks, “You’re finally willing to talk to me.”

Pon was afraid that he would physically exhaust himself talking all the time and would pass out, so he occasionally responded, indicating that he was listening.