HATE YOU, LOVE YOU

EMBARRASSED

Pon turned around abruptly, knocking his knees to the corner of the cabinet as if he was facing an enemy.

A sharp pain struck him, and his expression was distorted because of the pain.

Sailub was wearing a white bathrobe provided by the hotel and was wiping his hair with a towel.

Hearing the impact, he went to Pon and asked, "How are you doing?"

Pon turned his back to Sailub, holding the oil in one hand, and making actions with the other to prevent Sailub from coming over, "You...don't move."

Sailub:?

"Just now, it seems that the collision was not light." Sailub said, "Shall I help my brother take a look?"

Pon stood up slowly and slipped a little oil into his pocket.

"No, it's just a bump, you think everyone is as squeamish as you." Pon pretended to be calm and changed the subject, "By the way, how are your legs?"

Sailub said, "I don't feel the pain at all, I should be cured."

"That's good."

Pon took the clothes and walked into the bathroom.

As soon as the door closed, his expression changed suddenly and he bit his fist in pain.

The flesh that hit the corner of the table was already red, and he took a long time to knead it.

He took out a small oil from his pocket, only feeling that he had a hot potato.

Did he just have a brain cramp?

He wants to hide the most common things in hotels and guesthouses!

When he was caught, he  put things in his trouser pockets. Isn't it better to say "I just take a look" directly and openly!.

It's not that Pon has never stayed in a hotel with other boys before.

Not to mention Benz. Last year's New Year's Day, he also stayed with Boss  Chaikamon for one night.

At that time, he hadn't noticed that there were such things in the hotel at all.

Fuck, both Benz and Michael have nothing better to discuss about the great sword, which made him do such a brain-dead thing.

Now, he can only hide things on his body first, and then put it back when Sailub doesn't pay attention.

Fortunately, his pants have pockets.

Pon scratched his hair irritably, what is this all about.

After Pon came out of the shower, Sailub sat on the tatami and waited for him, holding a bottle of something in his hand.

"Brother, come here."

Pon glanced at the cabinet and sat down opposite Sailub, "What's in your hand?'

"oil."

Pon was taken aback, with a difficult tone, "What kind of oil?"

"Safflower oil." Sailub raised the bottle to Pon, "borrow it from the owner of the hotel."

Pon breathed a sigh of relief, "Oh..."

"Brother's leg, let me take a look.
"I said no-"

Sailub ignored him, holding Pon's ankle in one hand, holding it up, and placing it on his lap.

Pon's cheeks became hot immediately, and he struggled and said, "What's so special about you—"

"Don't move." Sailub added a little bit of strength to his hand, not to make Pon feel pain, but it also made him unable to break free for a while.