COLD RAIN

XTRA 2

The plan to go out was cancelled because Pon took out two dozens of red underwear from his bag.

"You can't buy them by yourself, it have to be given them by others."

There was no one else at home, Pon unwrapped the new underwear and spread it out on the bed, "It's the size you usually wear, it should fit right?"

Sailub stretched out his hand and took one, "I'll just try it on."

After speaking, he began to unbuckle his belt. Pon jumped up from the side of the bed and was about to slip out, but Sailub held him down, "What are you running for? What haven't you seen about me?"

Pon turned his head and closed his eyes, looking like a gentleman under an indecent assault, "Okay, I haven't seen many things."

Thinking about Pon always asking to turn off the lights when playing games, Sailub curled his lips in a smile, "Even if you haven't seen it, you've touched it, right?"

The two lived together for a total of four years, and Pon still couldn't adapt to Sailub's teasing.

In the past, this kind of situation happened infrequently, but now the frequency was getting higher and higher.

He felt that he would get sick if he continued like this.

As soon as he heard Sailub speak, his face would feel hot and strange.

"No, I haven't touched it all." Pon eyes flashed, "Don't talk nonsense."

Sailub pressed his hands hard, pulled him tighter, and pressed his chest to his back, "Then... isn't it a good time to touch it more?"

Pon refused, his face and ears flushed. He heard Sailub snort against his shoulder, dissatisfied: "Today is my birthday."

Pon couldn't stand Sailub's coquettishness the most.

A tall and big young man pouted in front of him and spoke in the tone of a child begging for candy.

He couldn't help but raise his hands and surrender immediately.

But it was still daytime and the sun was shining brightly in the sky outside the window.

It was too shocking for him to do it in broad daylight. Pon thought for a while and took a step back, "It's not dark yet, shall we do something else first?"

"Then you draw my portrait." Sailub immediately became energetic, "You haven't painted me for a long time."
...
On the day they received the certificate, the sky was clear. Sailub didn't wear sunglasses and a mask.

He drove his red sports car proudly and took Pon to the Civil Affairs Bureau.

The process went smoothly.

They filled out a form, stamped a seal and read an oath. They got a fresh and hot certificate in less than half an hour.

When he walked to the door, Sailub was more than satisfied, spread out the two little red books in his palm and looked at them: "That's it?"

Pon said, "If you don't think it's enough, you can get a divorce."

This joke was not funny at all.

Sailub shook his head like a rattle, put the marriage certificates in his pocket, took Pon's hand and walked out.

On the way back, they received a call from Benz.

He heard that they received their certificate today. Benz howled on the phone and then demanded to know who proposed the marriage.

It was Pon who answered the phone.

He turned on the hands-free but hesitated to say that it was Sailub.