TO SHOU WITH LOVE

16 - PHYSICAL REACTION

Sailub was already so drunk that he had lost all awareness of walking, relying entirely on Thanapon to drag him forward.

After a few steps, Thanapon stopped and felt the need to change the approach.

Dragging Sailub like this was not only slow but also laborious.

Moving towards Atsadang Bar, both of them would probably be exhausted.

Another issue was that Thanapon had to exert force to lift Sailub's body upward, reducing the friction between Sailub's feet and the ground, making it faster.

However, in doing so, Sailub leaned against him, his hair itching Thanapon's neck, and the moist breath on his neck felt a bit strange.

Thanapon straightened up, supporting Sailub, then bent down, his arms hooking around Sailub's legs.

When he stood up again, he effortlessly lifted Sailub.

This made things much easier. Thanapon quickened his pace.

Sailub wasn't too heavy - he wasn't short, standing just over 1.8 meters, but his shoulders were slightly narrow, and he had a slim waist and legs, with not much flesh on his whole body.

On the way, a drunk passerby whistled at Thanapon, probably mistaking him for someone picking up a drunk person. Thanapon ignored him.

"Nice waist," the drunk guy got more enthusiastic, pointing at Sailub and giving a thumbs up, "good catch."

When Sailub left home, he casually threw on a loose T-shirt.

When Thanapon lifted him from the ground just now, the T-shirt got pushed up a bit, and now the upper body was leaning down, the fabric hanging due to gravity, revealing a narrow and tight waist.

Thanapon had been focused on moving forward and hadn't noticed this detail.

Now hearing the drunk guy's comments, he gave him a cold glance, reaching up to pull down the hanging fabric on Sailub's body, covering that part of his waist.

Carrying Sailub was much more energy-efficient than dragging him.

Thanapon pushed open the bar's door, locked it, and carried him upstairs in one go.

Tania had changed from sitting cross-legged on the pool table to lying on it, still playing King of Glory on Thanapon's phone.

Hearing Thanapon 's footsteps, she sat up, glanced at Thanapon as he approached, and said with some disdain, "Where did you pick up this drunk?"

"Just focus on your game," Thanapon continued walking.

"Where are you going to let him sleep?" Tania asked again, "The sofa?"

Thanapon didn't say anything. When he walked to the sofa, his steps paused.

The sofa wasn't very long. Usually, Tania had plenty of room lying on it comfortably, but if Sailub were placed on it, his legs would have to curl up, which would probably feel quite cramped.

"The pool table works too," Tania said, playing her game. "Anyway, wherever he sleeps, just don't take up my space."

Before she finished her sentence, Thanapon had already carried Sailub into his own room.

Placing Sailub on the bed, Thanapon stood straight and looked at him.

Aren't you quite popular? Thanapon thought. Now you're being looked down upon by a little demon.

Even big stars have their off days.

Sailub felt like the world was spinning, his brain lacking oxygen, feeling nauseous and wanting to vomit.