TO SHOU WITH LOVE

56 - WINDWIN

As Ping turned around with a dark expression and walked away without saying a word, Sailub breathed out a sigh of relief, realizing that he had completely offended Ping this time.

Thanapon handed over the contract he had just signed, "You still have time to change your mind now."

"Hmm?" Sailub looked at him. "Why would I change my mind? The audition has already passed."

"Have you tried the Irish bagpipes?" Thanapon asked.

"Yeah," Sailub said, "They're quite suitable."

"So soon," Thanapon looked at him, his eyes carrying a hint of playfulness, "You weren't planning to switch to the Irish bagpipes from the beginning, were you?"

"How could that be so coincidental," Sailub smiled. After the "confession" this afternoon, being alone with Thanapon always felt a bit ambiguous to him.

He turned his face slightly towards the door, "Let's go, aren't you still going to sing?"

Walking towards the door with Sailub, Thanapon asked, "Why did you suddenly come over? Did Top call you?"

"Yeah, he was worried that you and Ping might clash, so he called me to come and take a look,"

Sailub recalled the scene when he entered, when Thanapon had grabbed Ping's collar, "Speaking of which, if I had arrived a moment later, would you have really attacked him?"

"Not necessarily," Thanapon reached out to close the second-floor security door, "He's the kind of person that if you really hit him, he'll turn around and bite you back, which would be troublesome."

"You're quite rational," Sailub was somewhat surprised. "Then why did you...?"

He stopped halfway through his sentence, actually wanting to mention Way, but feeling it inappropriate to mention his ex-boyfriend frequently in front of Thanapon.

Just as he was about to change his words to "Urban Collapse," Thanapon finished his sentence for him, "Why did I hit Way?"

Sailub remained silent.
"Because he deserved it," Thanapon said.

Sailub had no words.

He continued down a few more steps of stairs until they reached the corner of the staircase, then suddenly reached out and grabbed Thanapon's arm.

"What's wrong?" Thanapon stopped in his tracks, turning to look at him.

"Thanapon," Sailub said, "don't get into fights anymore."

There was only a dim motion-sensing light hanging on the wall at the corner of the stairs.

It was only now that Thanapon could see the fine layer of sweat on Sailub's forehead.

Their conversation with Ping had only lasted for a little over ten minutes, so how did Sailub rush over?

And how did he manage to convince the driver to bring the car over?

"You..." Thanapon paused, lowering his voice, "Are you very worried about me?"

"Hmm," Sailub looked at him and said, "Even if it's for my sake, don't get into fights anymore."

Suddenly, Thanapon remembered a few years ago when he had sent one of the debt collectors to the hospital.

His mother, who had never shed a tear before, couldn't stop crying when she found out that he might end up with a criminal record because of it.

Since then, he had learned to control the severity of his actions, and sometimes he even refrained from retaliating even if he got beaten up.

"Okay," he looked at Sailub, his voice sounding almost gentle, "I won't get into fights anymore."