BLINDED BY LOVE

CAN I COME AGAIN?

Pon groaned as he fell onto the bed.

He had lit some incense in his room.

It was a very faint scent of osmanthus.

This fragrance was lingering and charming, as gentle as the eyes of lovers flowing with love, but it was gradually fading away, like a flower pressed between the pages of a book, slowly drying up, leaving only a faint lingering aroma.

Sailub lowered his head to look at the person in his arms.

After eight years, Pon was finally in his embrace again.

Sailub kissed Pon’s forehead, and his lips were trembling slightly.

Pon’s fingers gently tugged at Sailub’s shirt.

He gazed at Sailub with a faint look in his eyes.
He looked too pale and thin, wearing a deep blue silk robe. His wrists exposed from the cuffs were flawless.

He was beautiful, indeed, but in this dim and gloomy room, amidst the gorgeous and decadent fragrance, when he raised his head, his gaze was hazy, like a glamorous ghost emerging from the water.

He teasingly asked Sailub, “Have you had any lovers outside these years?”

Sailub shook his head.

He removed Pon’s hand from his shirt.

Pon clicked his tongue lightly.

“That’s terrible,” he seemed troubled, but there was a hint of frivolity in his voice, “If your skills have deteriorated, I might have to return you.”

Sailub didn’t argue.

He just pinched Pon’s chin and kissed him again.
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This tenderness lasted until nightfall.

Pon soon discovered that Sailub’s skills seemed to have not deteriorated at all.

After the initial awkwardness, he felt like a kite swaying in the rain, unable to land no matter what.

In the middle, Sailub held him and fed him some takeaway, easy-to-digest porridge.

But not long after, when he had regained some strength, he was picked up again.

By the end, Pon could hardly remember his own surname.

He originally wanted to drive Sailub away.

Their relationship wasn’t suitable for spending a night under the same roof.

But he was too tired. He fell into a dim slumber in Sailub’s arms, unable to lift his eyelids, only reluctantly held by Sailub.

Once he fell asleep, his cold and aloof demeanor softened a bit.

His eyes were closed tightly, long eyelashes covering them, with a hint of innocence from his youth.

Sailub gently pushed aside his damp hair.

After experiencing such an eventful day, he should have been the one with more physical exhaustion, but he couldn’t sleep at all.

Because Pon was asleep, he took the opportunity to survey the room.

He knew quite a few people in A City.

Through casual inquiries, he had heard a lot about Pon.

The proud young master of the Aiemkumchai family, commanding winds and rains, saying he was the apple of his family’s eye wouldn’t be an exaggeration.

In recent years, Way and Davika seemed to have become more indulgent towards him.

Pon’s design company initially operated at a loss, not considering profitability at all, just serving Pon’s creativity and ideas.