BLINDED BY LOVE

PROVOCATION

He said he would confess, but Pon procrastinated for two weeks without figuring out what he should do.

Should he forcefully push Sailub onto the bed and say, “I like you,” or should he arrange a romantic confession under the maple trees, reciting love letters like in a romantic drama?

But he had never written a love letter, nor had he received one.

These days, confessing was either done face to face or through messages on a phone.

Even if there were letters hidden in desk drawers, they no longer contained the heartfelt emotions of young girls; most likely, they were invitations to concerts or amusement parks, with an air that brooked no refusal.

Pon thought he might as well learn from these girls and confront Sailub with an imposing manner, wearing an expression that brooked no negotiation.

It would be best to catch Sailub off guard and push him onto the bed, seizing the opportunity to make his move decisively.

But unfortunately, Sailub seemed stronger than him.

If he were cornered, he would only look innocent, but Sailub could probably turn the tables and give him a beating.

This made Pon sigh deeply. English words on the test paper floated before his eyes, one after another, without him remembering a single one.

Sailub was also sitting beside him, reading a picture book.

Hearing Pon’s sigh, he turned his head.

That day happened to be their day off. Pon insisted on staying in Sailub’s room to study, claiming that it was brighter and warmer, and he could focus better being by Sailub’s side.

Complete nonsense.

But Sailub didn’t mind too much. He didn’t point out Pon’s nonsense but allowed him to lie on his single bed.

However, after Pon came to his room, he observed him coldly. It seemed that he hadn’t done many questions on the test paper and was lost in thought from time to time.

“What’s wrong with you?” After thinking for a moment, he asked, “Why are you sighing?”

Recently, Pon seemed to have something on his mind, often lost in thought and looking at him with a pensive gaze.

Pon raised his head and looked at Sailub pensively.

He thought to himself, ‘Why am I sighing?’

If you’d just let me push you down obediently, I wouldn’t sigh.

But of course, he couldn’t say that.

He casually flipped through the English reading material in his hand, using it as an excuse.

“It’s nothing. This reading material is incomprehensible. I can’t understand a word.”

That was complete nonsense. He was very fluent in English, he could have a clear conversation about football with a little foreigner when he was twelve years old.

He just randomly picked up an IELTS test paper to see if he had regressed.

Sailub believed him, though.

He stood up from the sofa and walked over to Pon.

He also sat on the bed, causing the mattress to sink slightly.

He supported himself beside Pon with one hand and took the pen from the test paper with the other.

From the posture alone, Pon was completely enveloped in his arms.