BLINDED BY LOVE

SANA'S GIFT

The next day, Pon was awakened by his phone ringing.

He groggily reached out from under the covers, grabbed the phone, and took a while to press the answer button and put it to his ear.

It was his secretary reminding him that he had a meeting in the afternoon and also a private gathering with a certain editor.

It took him a moment to remember that that day was supposed to be the first day back to work at their company.

He struggled to open his eyelids and finally looked at the screen of his phone.

10:30.

Pon: “…”

In theory, he should have been at the company by this time too.

He struggled to sit up from under the covers.

The deep blue silk sheets slipped off him, revealing his round and fair shoulders, with deep and shallow bite marks on them.

His pajamas were messy, with two buttons on the right side wrongly fastened.

“I know, I’ll go in the afternoon,” Pon’s voice was hoarse. “Did you book a table at Haidilao for me today, like I asked you to?”

“It’s already booked. A private room at 7 o’clock tonight.”

“Good."

After hanging up the phone, Pon slipped on his slippers and walked into the living room.

As expected, Sailub was there, working on his laptop with a cup of coffee beside him.

Pon sat down opposite him and grabbed a small piece of toast from Sailub’s plate, biting into it directly without manners.

He asked, muffled, “Why didn’t you wake me up? It’s your fault I’m late for work.”

Sailub had been in the living room for over two hours.

He transferred some files to the opposite side and looked up at Pon. “I did call you twice. The first time, you told me to scram, and the second time, you reached out and hit me.”

He silently extended his right hand, showing Pon, “You said you’d bite me if I kept bothering you.”

Pon: “…”

Although he had no recollection, it did sound like something he would do.

But he wasn’t particularly nervous about work this morning.

It was just that it was the first day back to work of the year, so he wanted to set a good example by going in early.

After finishing the toast, he continued to argue unreasonably, “But you also kept me up late last night.”

Sailub chuckled softly, not arguing, “That’s true.”

He watched Pon start to peel nuts again and eyed his coffee.

He closed his laptop, reopened the coffee machine, and made another cup.

But when he brought it back, Pon had already picked up his cup and taken several sips.

There was a bit of fresh cream on his lips, which he licked off, glancing at Sailub.

He raised his eyebrows smugly, his pink tongue poking out to clean up the cream.

Sailub stared at him for a few moments, then slowly leaned down, lips close to Pon’s, but not kissing him.

Their gazes locked, and Pon’s eyelashes fluttered, stirring up a small storm like butterfly wings.