TO SHOU WITH LOVE

120 - A TREAT

The bedroom was dimly lit, and the bathroom door connected to it was embedded with frosted glass.

Through it, shadows could be seen as the person inside gradually took off their clothes, then bent down to lift their long, straight legs one by one, and put on the cheongsam from top to bottom.

Thanapon sat on the edge of the bed, fingers rolling and kneading a silk handkerchief from the box beside him – it was the handkerchief that Sailub had included when he ordered the cheongsam, smooth to the touch and slightly cool.

The silhouette on the frosted glass slightly lifted its chin, slender fingers moved in front of the neck, presumably fastening the button.

Then those hands moved from in front of the body to behind the head, gathering the hair halfway up and tying it into a half-ponytail, leaving some stray strands on the neck.

Then the figure approached the glass, and with a “click”, the door handle was pressed down, and the bathroom door was pushed open, with Sailub walking out from inside.

When Thanapon’s gaze fell on Sailub in the cheongsam, his fingers rolling the silk handkerchief paused.

Sailub didn’t immediately come over.

Leaning against the door frame, he had a slight smile on his face and asked, “Does it look good?”

Thanapon didn’t say anything, his gaze falling directly on Sailub’s body.

The wine-red sleeveless cheongsam, slightly matte, with a pattern of white cranes printed on it, accentuated his fair skin that was exposed.

In this dim light, Sailub’s originally gentle features became even more radiant.

This cheongsam brought out his inherent allure to the fullest, giving him a seductive charm.

However, Sailub was somewhat unsure if this cheongsam looked too strange on him.

During his days as a singer, he had tried many exaggerated and peculiar styles on stage, and the response from his fans had always been positive.

So, he didn’t have any psychological barriers to wearing a cheongsam.

It’s just that in recent years, he had been staying behind the scenes and dressing too normally.

Suddenly putting on this unconventional cheongsam, especially since Thanapon hadn’t given any reaction, made him somewhat uncertain.

“In the end, is it good-looking or not,” he leaned against the door and smiled again, “If it’s not good-looking, come over and help me take it off.”

“I can’t see very clearly,” Thanapon’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his voice barely discernible, “Come over here.”

Sailub smiled and walked towards him, the silk wrapping around his slender waist, and the movement revealing the sway of his legs through the soft fabric.

It was then that Thanapon noticed that the slit of the cheongsam was positioned quite high, almost reaching the waist, and the fair skin on the outside of the thighs was faintly visible.

He realized that Sailub might not be wearing anything underneath the cheongsam.

Thanapon’s hands supported the bed, the back of his hands showing clear knuckles, his upper body slightly leaning back, looking up at Sailub.

In fact, in the few steps approaching Thanapon, Sailub was also a bit embarrassed.

However, when he stood in front of Thanapon and saw the redness creeping up to his ears, this embarrassment disappeared, and he couldn’t help but feel a bit amused.