BLINDED BY LOVE

HOUSE PASSWORD

Pon’s words were cold and hard, like someone wandering through a flower garden, casually giving away a cheap promise.

His face had lost its roundness compared to his youth, becoming sharper.

His features had matured, his eyelashes long and thick, the corners of his eyes slightly upturned.

His face seemed to be covered in a layer of frost, cold and almost ruthless.

But after saying this, he didn’t mention leaving again.

He just stared at Sailub for a moment, then suddenly picked up his chopsticks and started eating the remaining half-bowl of tomato noodles.

Sailub was taken aback and wanted to stop him, “The noodles are cold, let me make you another bowl.”

But Pon blocked his hand, “Mind your own business, I like eating them cold.”

He finished the noodles in a few bites, tomato sauce smearing his lips.

He seemed to be angry at someone, still looking weary, like a tired bird under the eaves.

Sailub went to tidy up the kitchen quickly.

When he came out, he saw Pon curled up in his chair, looking a bit sleepy, staring at him with bleary eyes.

He subconsciously reached out to Pon, intending to carry him to the bedroom.

But as his hand reached out, Sailub realized his impudence.

This wasn’t eight years ago.

Pon wasn’t as fond of being pampered anymore.

Yet before he could retract his hand, someone grabbed it.

Pon pursed his lips, hooked Sailub’s elbow, and draped his arm over his shoulder.

That night, since their reunion, was the first time they shared a bed.

Pon remained silent, closing his eyes as if asleep.

Sailub didn’t disturb him, just stared at him for a long time.

Seeing Pon lying quietly, seemingly asleep, he got up to turn off the bedside lamp.

In the instant the light went out.

The room turned dim, with only faint outlines of furniture visible.

He hesitated for a moment, then leaned down and lightly kissed Pon’s forehead.

In the darkness, Pon’s eyelashes fluttered.

As Sailub lay down in bed and gradually fell asleep, emitting light and even breaths, Pon opened his eyes in the darkness.

He gently raised his hand to touch his own forehead.
It felt burning hot.
…..
The next morning, Pon, still having work to do, didn’t linger in Mae Hong Son Loop.

He and Sailub took an early flight back to C City together.

On the plane, Pon wore oversized sunglasses, hiding his slightly swollen eyes.

When the flight attendant came to serve meals, Pon didn’t touch anything, only picking at some fruit.

Drinking orange juice, he said to Sailub, “Your cooking is better.”

Sailub also had little appetite, only eating some shrimp and pasta.

He looked at Pon and said softly, “I’ll cook for you later.”

Pon’s lips curled slightly.

He didn’t say yes or no, just remarked, “You’re quite dedicated to this bed warmer role, even more considerate than a nanny.”