Chapter 29: 𝓣𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱 𝓢𝓮𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓤𝓼 𝓑𝓸𝓽𝓱(Part 1)

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𝓗𝓮𝔂  𝓰𝓾𝔂𝓼..

𝓘  𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽  𝓰𝓸𝓽  𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴  𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶  𝓶𝔂  𝓪𝓫𝓷𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓵 𝓱𝓲𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓼 . . 𝓘  𝓪𝓶  𝓼𝓸  𝓼𝓸𝓻𝓻𝔂  𝓯𝓸𝓻  𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼  𝓭𝓮𝓵𝓪𝔂𝓼  .  𝓘  𝓱𝓪𝓭  𝓫 𝓮𝓮𝓷  𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰  𝓪  𝓵𝓸𝓽  𝓸𝓯  𝓶𝔂  𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓼  𝓸𝓷𝓮  𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓽  𝔂𝓮𝓪𝓻  𝓪𝓷𝓭  𝓲𝓽  𝔀𝓪𝓼  𝓼𝓸  𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 . . 𝓘'𝓿𝓮  𝓰𝓸𝓽  𝓼𝓸  𝓶𝓪𝓷𝔂  𝓽𝓸  𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓴  𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽  𝓫𝓾𝓽  𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓼  𝓘  𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴  𝓲𝓽  𝓲𝓼  𝓫𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻  𝓽𝓸  𝓴𝓮𝓮𝓹  𝓶𝔂  𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓶𝓼  𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝔂𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 .. 𝓟𝓵𝓾𝓼 , 𝓶𝔂  𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓻𝔂 , 𝓜𝓪𝓵𝓪𝔂𝓼𝓲𝓪  𝓱𝓪𝓭  𝓭𝓮𝓬𝓵𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓭  𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻  𝓵𝓸𝓬𝓴𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷  𝓭𝓾𝓮  𝓽𝓸  𝓽𝓱𝓮  𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰  𝓬𝓸𝓿𝓲𝓭'𝓼  𝓬𝓪𝓼𝓮𝓼  𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷  𝓭𝓪𝔂𝓼 ..𝓘𝓽  𝔀𝓪𝓼  𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓯𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰  𝓪𝓷𝓭  𝓘  𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂  𝓱𝓸𝓹𝓮  𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓸𝓷𝓮  𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭  𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮  𝓰𝓸𝓸𝓭  𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮  𝓸𝓯  𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓿𝓮𝓼  𝓪𝓷𝓭  𝓼𝓽𝓪𝔂  𝓪𝓽  𝓱𝓸𝓶𝓮  𝓲𝓯  𝔂𝓸𝓾  𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮  𝓷𝓸  𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭𝓼  𝓽𝓸  𝓰𝓸  𝓸𝓾𝓽𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮 . . 𝓘  𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂  𝓱𝓸𝓹𝓮  𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽  𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼  𝔂𝓮𝓪𝓻  𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭  𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰  𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓽𝔂  𝓪𝓷𝓭  𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼  𝓽𝓸  𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓸𝓷𝓮  𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱  𝓬𝓸𝓿𝓲𝓭  𝓫𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓭  𝓪𝔀𝓪𝔂  𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶  𝓸𝓾𝓻  𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓶𝓾𝓷𝓲𝓽𝔂..

𝓐𝓷𝔂𝔀𝓪𝔂 . . 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼  𝓫𝓸𝓸𝓴  𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵  𝓼𝓸𝓸𝓷  𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱  𝓽𝓱𝓮  𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 . . 𝓼𝓸  𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮  𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓮  𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽  𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼  𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰  𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼  𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽  𝓯𝓵𝓸𝓹 . . 𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴  𝔂𝓸𝓾  𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓼 . .❤️

No one's POV

Two love birds were peacefully sleeping on the white cloud.

Yes.
That is the definition for Tharn and Type.
Both are sleeping in eachother's  embrace.

Tharn was woken up by the alarm as he was no longer sleepy..He looked at the table clock,showing that it is 8:30 a.m . He was too lazy to get up since Type was still sleeping on his left shoulder,hugging his arm.

He looked closely at Type,who was still in his deep slumber. He can't help but to smile as he adore his lover so much. He was so overwhelmed that he cupped his rough hand on Type's smooth cheek. It feels as smooth as the smoothest silk he got from China.

Tharn: ‘Just how can someone like you be so beautiful and handsome at the same time?I was so lucky that I got you first..And of course, your nuisances..'

A kiss landed on Type's forehead. The warmness of Tharn's lips felt by Type,that he flinched a little,but his eyes are both closed still.

He continued to play in his dream, escaping reality.

Tharn: ‘Such a sleepy head,you are*chuckled*'

Tharn gets up from the bed,laying Type's head on the soft feather pillow slowly,hoping he won't wake his dearest one.

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