BLINDED BY LOVE

RETURNING A FAVOUR

Back in the rented apartment, after Pon sent Sailub into the bedroom, he was originally planning to turn around and leave.

He had already taken Sailub to the clinic, fulfilling his duty as a friend, but when he saw Sailub sitting on the sofa, his shoulders bandaged, his face pale but with a slight blush on his cheeks, he hesitated again.

He bent down, his hand brushing against Sailub’s forehead.

Sailub furrowed his brows, the lines of his jaw tensing, subconsciously leaning back, clearly showing a defensive posture.

Pon was displeased.

He glared at Sailub irritably. “What are you retreating for? I’m just checking if you have a fever.”

He pursed his lips, still a bit annoyed, muttering, “Who would willingly touch you.”

He could tell that Sailub was a prickly character.
But even though he said that, he couldn’t really ignore him.

With a sullen face, he rummaged through the medicine bag nearby for a thermometer and medication.

The doctor had just advised him to check if Sailub had a fever due to infection in the wound.

He had to take his temperature to know how high the fever was.

Sailub looked at Pon’s slightly angry profile and also realized that he had overreacted.

His body slowly relaxed.
“Sorry,” he said softly, “I didn’t mean anything else, just not used to being too close to people.”

He wasn’t rejecting Pon, it was just a reflexive resistance to sudden closeness.

Pon snorted, reluctantly accepting it, not happy to really confront Sailub.

He studied the instructions for the medication, then bent down again and took out the late-night snack from the microwave.

It was the takeout he had ordered earlier. After heating it up, he took two small bowls from Sailub’s place, one white and one blue, and divided the pork congee with preserved egg into these two bowls.

He placed one of the bowls in front of Sailub, along with two plates of shrimp dumplings and rice noodle rolls.

“You make do with this,” he said to Sailub, “This was originally my late-night snack. I checked, your medicine isn’t suitable on an empty stomach, so just eat something for now and take the medicine later.”

As he spoke, he sat down at the small table beside Sailub, picked up the chopsticks provided with the takeout, broke them in half, and yawned.

After all the trouble, he was really tired and hungry now.

But Sailub didn’t move. He looked at the green bowl in front of him, thoughtful.

Misunderstanding Sailub’s intention due to his gaze, Pon raised an eyebrow. “What’s wrong? Can’t I use your table to eat my late-night snack?”

If it was really like that, he would flip the table.
He had been working hard until midnight.

If Sailub couldn’t even tolerate this, then he truly had a heart of stone.

Pon gritted his teeth, his expression becoming increasingly unfriendly.
But Sailub shook his head.

“I didn’t mean that.”

He looked at Pon calmly.

Although they were only a year apart, they didn’t look like it. Pon wasn’t tall, with a fair and soft face, always sunny.