BLINDED BY LOVE

HORROR STORY

After supper, Sailub dropped Pon off at home, and the two went their separate ways.

Sailub went to work the night shift, while Pon went back upstairs.

However, when they were riding the motorcycle back, Pon felt a bit cold, so Sailub gave him his jacket.

Now Pon was awkwardly trying to take it off.

Sailub was a size larger than Pon, and the difference in their sizes wasn’t so obvious usually, but when his jacket was put on Pon, it looked like Pon was wearing adult’s clothes.

Sailub couldn’t help but chuckle.

Pon raised his head vigilantly. “What are you laughing at?”

Just now, the girl at the vermicelli soup shop had laughed kindly at him when he was getting dressed.

Sailub shrugged. “Nothing.”

Pon pursed his lips.

Although he suspected that Sailub was laughing at him, he had no evidence.

He handed the jacket back to Sailub, who took it and smelled a faint scent, a mixture of lemon and pear with a hint of woodiness.

He squinted and asked Pon, “Did you spray perfume on yourself?”

Pon responded with a puzzled expression, then belatedly touched his head, “Oh, yes, I did. Jennie sprayed her new perfume on me when we finished work.”

He felt a bit embarrassed, “I thought it had already dissipated, but I didn’t expect it to stick to your clothes. If you dislike the scent, you can give it back to me, and I’ll change into another shirt for you.”

He reached out his hand towards Sailub.

“No need, I’m not that delicate,” Sailub avoided him, put on his coat, and said, “I’m leaving.”

With a sigh, the motorcycle quickly drove away.

Pon looked at the empty road, pursed his lips, kicked a nearby small stone, and then slowly went upstairs.
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Sailub’s workplace wasn’t far away.

On a street three kilometers away, inside the innermost bar named “il sole” in Italian, meaning “the sun.”

When Sailub first started working here, he heard his colleagues complaining that the bar only operated at night, and it was so dim inside that you couldn’t see any sunlight, so the name was just compensating for what was lacking.

He arrived at the location, changed into his work clothes, a white long-sleeved shirt and a gray vest, combed his hair back, making him look several years older than usual.

But whether it was his psychological effect, he always felt the faint, soft fragrance from Pon just now, as if it still lingered on him.

Although the bar was noisy and various smells were intertwined, he seemed to still smell it.

He walked up to the bar counter, rolled up his sleeves, and fortunately, the scars were not exposed.

He casually thought that the scent didn’t quite match Jennie, it was too refreshing and chilly, but it seemed just right with Pon.

After Pon went upstairs, he studied for two hours as usual, then squatted in his seat, snacking while watching a movie.

He had a hard day, so indulging himself now was well-deserved.

Beside him, his phone’s video was still on, and on the other end was his childhood friend, Garfield.

The two chatted casually, boosting each other’s courage.