FIRST CLASS SEDUCTION

TEMPORARY MASK

Sailub didn’t know what expression to make facing this gift.

Honestly, this portrait Pon had given him was beautiful, it was an oil painting.

It depicted a lush green summer scene with a half-opened window, and Sailub leaning against it, holding a guitar.

Every stroke was meticulously detailed—the scenery outside the window, the red roses on the balcony, and the handsome youth by the window, they all looked very lifelike.

It seemed as though time had frozen in that moment and was captured within the painting.

Sailub was able to recognize that Pon had painted this himself at first glance.

Others might not know, but he always knew that Pon had been skilled at drawing since he was a kid.

Pon’s grandfather was a painter, and it was just that Pon became so busy with studies in his third year of junior high that he gradually stopped drawing.

Unexpectedly, now he had picked up the brush again, he hadn’t lost his touch at all.

However, Sailub gently offered some advice to Pon, “If you painted a portrait of yourself, I’d be even happier. If I hang this by my bedside, for those who know, it’s a gift from my boyfriend, but those who don’t, they’ll definitely think I’m narcissistic.”

Pon laughed and lightly kicked Sailub, saying, “You ask for a lot! It’s already good enough that I’m painting for you, do you know how long I’ve worked on this? Two months!”

After all, he still had to go to school, and he only had time to paint a few strokes during the weekends when he went home.

“But this wasn’t meant to be a Valentine’s Day gift,” Pon told Sailub, his gaze wandering around, feeling a bit shy. “Back then, when you confessed to me, I was so troubled, I didn’t want to see you, but I couldn’t stop thinking about you. So since I had nothing to do, I ended up drawing your portrait. It took so long, and it just happened to be ready for Valentine’s Day, so I decided to give it to you.”

After saying this, he felt he was a bit dumb.

Back then, even though he was so troubled by the confession, he still managed to find the heart to draw Sailub’s portrait.

If that didn’t mean he likes him, then what did?

It was just him who couldn’t see the obvious.

Sailub also realized what Pon didn’t say out loud, and the smile on his lips deepened.

He leaned closer and kissed Pon, saying, “It’s beautiful, and I love it.”

Pon pushed him away, “Just saying ‘thank you’ would have been enough; no need to throw yourself into my arms.”

But despite his words, neither of them wanted to return to their dorms just yet.

They stood in the dim corridor, gazing at each other with eyes filled with tenderness.

—

Twenty minutes later, Sailub put the gift he had received in his dorm.

Then, he picked up a bag of snacks, and together with Pon, they pushed open the door to the rooftop.

The rooftop was a place where south building students liked to hang out when they had nothing to do, but strangely, perhaps because there weren’t a lot of people, they rarely bumped into anyone there.

Since last month, a set of small tables and chairs appeared on the rooftop of this building, and it’s unclear who placed them there.

In one corner, someone also kept a few potted plants, and now that it was winter, only the dark green leaves remained.