BLINDED BY LOVE

UNEXPECTED HELP

Sailub hadn’t expected to have such a miserable day.

In addition to working as a barista at Morning Ten, his other part-time job was as an apprentice bartender at an acquaintance’s bar.

The customers at this bar were not all law-abiding citizens, it was a mixed crowd.

He called himself an apprentice, but the boss knew him and knew his skills, so he had him keep an eye on things with the other bartenders and try to prevent any trouble from escalating.

Unfortunately, trouble arose today, and he couldn’t afford to offend either side.

As the situation escalated, he and the security guards stepped forward to intervene.

In a moment of carelessness, he was scratched on the back by a broken bottle.

It was a long wound, running down his shoulder, and he had already been to the hospital to have it treated.

He was used to pain long ago, and with numerous injuries, he didn’t pay much attention to them.

Just now, he wanted to rinse off the blood on his arm, but perhaps due to excessive blood loss, he felt dizzy when he stood up, and his feet slipped, causing him to fall heavily onto the stainless steel tray protruding from the wall.

The bottles and jars on top all fell down, his head hit the wall, and the wound that had just been stitched up split open again, blood gushing out and staining the blue tiles red.

He hadn’t missed the sound of Pon’s voice outside the door, chattering like a little sparrow.

But he had fallen too hard just now and hadn’t recovered yet.

His head was buzzing, and everything was pitch black in front of him.

He couldn’t respond at all.

In this haze, he heard the bathroom door being cautiously pushed open.

After a brief inhale, someone approached him.

He raised his head slightly.

After the dizziness and pain subsided, the black mist in front of him gradually dissipated, and the light gradually entered his eyes.

In a mist of steam, he saw Pon’s face, as white and smooth as jade, with strands of chestnut hair sticking to his face.

His eyes were dark, urgently looking at him.

The bathroom light fell on Pon’s head, making it a bit dazzling, but also giving him a halo, like the only bright spot in the blur.

Pon was almost dumbfounded.

He didn’t care about the trivial grievances with Sailub anymore.

He hurried forward and supported Sailub.

But as soon as he did, he let out a hiss.

Sailub looked slender and elegant, but when he pressed down, Pon felt the breadth of his frame, heavy and pressing, almost causing him to lose his balance.

“What happened to you?” Pon said incoherently. “Did you fall while showering like this? Should I call the ambulance for you?”

Sailub looked down at Pon.

The wound on his back was still bleeding, and a stabbing pain came in waves.

He actually didn’t intend to ask for Pon’s help.

This delicate kid was already good enough if he didn’t get scared.

His wound looked fierce, but it wasn’t life-threatening.