Ngto heard his strangeness: "But even if you want to do this, the person you like doesn't necessarily think so, right? If he doesn't want to go with you, what are you going to do?"
"The person in the photo should change from him to me." Singto smiled, "Let the person I like know that this beautiful scenery, this person, has been waiting for him in the same place... no." I don't know It wasn't Krist's illusion, he felt that Singto's heat was getting closer to him, "The original place seems too far away."
Yes, very far. Just don't know what the distance is at this moment
"Kit," Krist heard Singto's voice, "may I finish what I just wanted to say?"
Krist didn't say anything, so it was taken as acquiescence.
"I have never apologized for one thing. I said that I don't want to make you cry again. There may be some problems with the expression of this sentence. And I clearly said that, but every time you cry, it is because of me." Singto's voice echoed in this confined space, low and pleasant, "I'm sorry."
Krist shook his head, but found that Singto couldn't even see his small movements.
"Compared to your smile that doesn't come from the heart, I actually want to see you express all your emotions." Singto continued, "When you want to cry, cry unrestrainedly, I will hug you and borrow my chest Here you are; laugh when you want to laugh, and I'm happy when I see you happy. But I don't want to see you trying to smile for me when you're clearly sad—the reason is just that I want to see it. Actually, you don't need to be so cautious."
Be careful. Finally, she found a word that could accurately describe her feelings after interacting with Singto, but Krist never thought that this word came out of Singto's mouth. That's what he was afraid of every day. Afraid that everything in front of him is just a dream, afraid that Singto never loved him, afraid that no matter how tightly he grasped, that person would look so calm that he didn't care.
But finally, the person he likes the most told him, you don't need to be so careful. Your past, your occasional weakness, he will catch them all. You can show anything because you are you.
The person he likes the most expresses his love for him in a thousand ways. He suddenly realized, isn't this the scene he's longed for for a long time
"Kit," the man's words didn't end, "can I... get closer to you?"
Then why is that person so cautious? Is it because you like him? It's because I like him.
"What if... I say no?"
"But I still want to be closer to you."
See, there was no choice, because the man had seen him through. That person saw through all his love, all anxiety, all fear, all confusion. The man who always thinks rationally reached out and grabbed him in the same way as before, and told him firmly—look, I'm still the same, I don't look like I've changed in any way. It is the original me you fell in love with, and now I am deeply in love with you. So, you don't need any changes either.
Very close, really close this time, so close that Krist could feel the man's breath.
Close, not just the distance between them.
I don't know who touched whom first. The two lips pressed together tightly, exchanging each other's temperature in the bottom of the darkness. Gradually, I don't know who is not satisfied with a simple touch. I want to go deeper, I want more, I just want to make the person in front of me completely my own. Krist hugged Singto's neck, and Singto turned around and pressed Krist's back against the wall. There was a heavy breathing sound, a faint panting sound, and the feeling of Singto's hand on Krist's waist.
so funny. Before Singto said so much, Krist still couldn't help but doubt, but now just exchanging saliva, Krist felt that she understood many, many emotions of Singto. Desire, haste, restlessness, longing.
Also, love.
This time, it was finally undeniable that the person hugging him was deeply in love with him. Krist sucked on Singto's lips and couldn't help but hug him tighter.
He really failed, everyone said he was brave, but only he knew that when he met Singto, he was like meeting his own nemesis, he was extremely timid. After finally mustering up a little courage to break the status quo, I still have to confirm one fact time and time again.
like him. Like him, like him, like him. I like him until he likes me a little bit, so I can't bear to let go. He is still...
With a "click", the door was pushed open. Krist was startled, and subconsciously reached out to push Singto away. Singto raised his eyebrows, followed Krist's wishes and let go, but nimbly pulled Krist behind him to block it.
New who opened the door poked a head in. He looked around, and there was an incomprehensible smile on his face: "In short, the door has been opened, you two hurry up." After speaking, he disappeared in an amorous manner.
Krist really felt like he was on fire. He has always had fun, but it doesn't mean he likes to expose his emotional life to others. He lowered his head and wiped his mouth with his arm, breaking away from Singto's hand.
"Kit..."
"Senior Singto." Pretending not to hear Singto's injury, Krist turned his head to avoid Singto's gaze, "Give me a moment, please?" Before Singto could respond, he ran sideways out of the warehouse.
He didn't know what his expression was now—but it must be out of his control.
In fact, he just didn't want to tell Singto that he was angry with himself.
As expected, he fell in love with Singto's self.
But when his coach is assists, some things can't be avoided.
When Krist got into Singto's car the next day, she couldn't help but think so.
He said that there were not enough seats suddenly, and there were even vacant seats when he came. But even if the orientation activities are over, the instructor is still the instructor, Krist can't refute it, and can't tell if it's New's dictatorship or Singto's request, so he can only obediently obey the instructions.
But he can still be an ostrich. Krist closed his eyes and fell asleep as soon as he got in the car, so Singto beside him drove the car without saying a word. Such silence somehow reassured Krist.
"Kit." Singto said the first sentence when it was almost at the finish line, "Should I take you back to the dormitory directly?"
"...No." Krist was taken aback before answering, "Just put me in school."
"What happened after that?"
"Oh, we have an appointment to go to Brother God's bar..." Krist shut his mouth. Why do you have to answer so honestly? I really want to bite my tongue off.
Sure enough, Singto tightened his steering wheel, but what he said was beyond Krist's expectation: "Can I say that I don't want you to go?"
Before Kris could respond, the phone rang suddenly. He took it out and saw that it was Arthit's mother. Unable to figure out the aunt's intentions, Krist answered the phone suspiciously: "Hello, auntie?... Well, I'm fine.... On the way back, I'll be there soon.... Um... Ah, I know, but... Um... Don't worry, brother Kongphop is a very good person, I assure you.... I have not been bribed. Actually, I have not seen it a few times... No, I can't explain it clearly when you say that, I just saw You know he's a good person after a few times, very good, you believe me....Eh? No, brother must want to tell you about such an important thing....Ah? It's not far... Oh... That's good I'll come right over." Putting down the phone, he sighed and rubbed his temples with a headache.
Singto pursed his lips, and Krist always felt a smile hidden in the tight lip line: "Go to Teacher Arthit's house, right? I'll take you there."
Krist opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't refuse.
Singto's car slowly parked downstairs in Arthit's apartment. Krist got out of the car, clasped his hands together to thank Singto, turned around and wanted to go upstairs.
"Kit." Singto stopped him from behind. Looking back, Krist only saw Singto's shallow but genuine smile from the car window, "Pay attention to your body."
Krist doesn't know how he answered it, he doesn't even remember if he answered it or not. When he came to his senses, he was already standing at the door of the elevator.
He slowly took out his phone and clicked on the line interface. The only sticky top has disappeared, but there is always a red dot that has not disappeared in the column of new friends. He hooked the corner of his mouth and clicked in.
He still remembers how he rolled around on the bed with his mobile phone in his arms at the very beginning, just to wait for this red dot to appear. Perhaps because he wanted to cherish the state of mind at that moment, no matter how sad or sad he was, he didn't have the heart to click on that rejection.
He stared at it silently for a while, and then laughed lowly for some reason.
The elevator door slowly opened. He tapped the phone screen lightly and put the phone back into his pocket.