I am him [Comprehensive]

There was a sour taste in his words, and after he finished speaking, he flattened his mouth again and shed a stream of tears.

Arthit originally thought that he was extremely disgusted with him who pretended to be innocent, but seeing him like this, he felt pain again and again.

He turned his face away, not wanting to look at him again.

Seeing his evasion, Kongphop felt even more wronged.

His hands and feet climbed tighter on Arthit's body, and he whispered in his ear with a trembling voice: "Please don't hate me, please... Please... as long as you don't hate me."

This low-pitched tone seemed to have thrown away all self-esteem.

Arthit's heart ached violently, and only after he reminded him of the current situation of the two of them again, he looked at Kongphop angrily with his eyes.

The night was very dark, but such a close distance was enough for him to see Kongphop's face clearly.

After a few days, the redness and swelling that kongphop was hit by not on that day has subsided, and his face has become impeccable again.A good-looking person, even if he cries badly, still won't make people feel embarrassed, and may even make people feel soft.

But Arthit's heart was already riddled with holes, and he almost forgot what it felt like to be soft-hearted.

He closed his eyes, rejected Kongphop's pitiful expression for a thousand miles, and then lowered his voice and said, "It's a pity that I will disappoint you. The thing I regret most in my life is meeting you."

Even though he was already too drunk, Kongphop's heart still throbbed because of his words, so even the arms holding Arthit trembled.

Arthit reached out and pushed him away, getting up from the ground.

Seeing this, Kongphop also stumbled up, reached out and grabbed Arthit who was about to leave, and asked jealously, "Is it because of Not?"

Seeing that he started to make trouble for no reason again, Arthit didn't even bother to talk to him, just threw him away and continued walking.

But who knows that Kongphop is more difficult than usual when he is drunk. Even though he is about to lose his footing, he still stubbornly chases after him. He will not give up until he gets an answer: "What is your relationship with him? Do you like Him? Why does he send you back every day? "

These questions one after another finally fully aroused Arthit's anger, he turned around and punched Kongphop in the chest, making him stagger and almost fell to the ground.

"Can you be sober? This matter has nothing to do with others, can you not involve Not in it? I'm not like you, I hook up with friends casually! Besides, you left at the beginning, why don't you still Let me guard for you..."

"Ugh—" I don't know if it was because of his punch, Kongphop supported him, and threw up both of them, he couldn't hear what Arthit was saying because he was only concerned about the pain.

Arthit closed his eyes and pushed the man away.

Kongphop finally couldn't hold on this time, and slumped back to the ground limply.

He had just drank this wine not long ago, and hadn't eaten anything else. The taste wasn't too strong, but the discomfort was real. Sitting on the ground, he couldn't help but bent down and retched a couple of mouthfuls. I really don't have the energy to continue pestering Arthit any longer.

"Unreasonable!" Arthit cursed in a low voice, turned around and left.

But after walking not far, his pace gradually slowed down.

He knows Kongphop's drinking capacity. Even if he didn't drink much in the past, he would become lazy when he was a little drunk. He always takes good care of Arthit. When this happens, he becomes a professional cheater, like a koala Hanging on Arthit, everything needs to be served.

If you throw him here, I'm afraid he really doesn't have the ability to find his way home.

It's just that this kind of thing doesn't seem to be what he should care about. For a person like him, even if he dies in the wilderness, he is just getting what he wants.

Arthit gritted his teeth, and walked a little further, but couldn't help clenching his fists tighter and tighter.

Finally couldn't help it, cursed in a low voice, turned around hastily, and walked back towards him.

Seeing him coming back, Kongphop said aggrievedly, "I thought, hiccup, I thought you were going to leave me."

This person really knows how to pick other people's embarrassing questions.

Arthit gave him a hard look, and said ferociously: "I'm afraid that if you stay like this, it will become the news of the whole school tomorrow and affect me!"

The entrance of the building where Kongphop lives is a bit far from here, but his building is close at hand.

What's more, someone bumped into them just now.

Arthit didn't know whether to explain this excuse to him, or to defend against the dissuading voice in his heart.

Both of them were now being spat out by Kongphop, and when Kongphop fell, it was more like a puddle of mud, and Arthit took a lot of effort to finally help him up.

Kongphop unceremoniously paralyzed his whole body on him, refusing to exert any strength, Arthit dragged such a big living person, and it was difficult for him to move.

And Kongphop only knew that Arthit was hugging him at the moment, and he was going to lie down from time to time, holding his face to confirm who the person in front of him was.

After seeing it clearly, he smiled silly for a while, and tilted his head on his shoulder again.

Arthit had no choice but to bear with this kind of mentally retarded behavior.

He dragged Kongphop home with support and hugs, almost exhausting all his strength.

Arthit threw the man on the ground unceremoniously, and asked out of breath, "Where's the key? Take it out."

Kongphop, who was thrown down, felt aggrieved immediately, struggling to get up from the ground, and wanted to lean on him again.

Arthit held him down: "I ask you where the key is!"

Kongphop frowned and thought for a long time, then muttered, "The key...the key is in my hand."

Arthit looked at his hand, which was, as expected, empty.

He sighed angrily, fumbled in his jacket pocket, but it was still empty, and put his hand into his trouser pocket again.

Kongphop let out a low laugh, and pressed his hand: "Itch..."

Originally Arthit was just looking for the key without distraction, but when Kongphop pressed it like this, their posture seemed to become ambiguous all at once.

The muscles all over his body were a little stiff, as if he had been burned by a fire, and he pulled his hand back: "What are you doing! Take out the key quickly."

Kongphop was dissatisfied with his body temperature and left, hugged him again, and rubbed against him one after another.

Arthit rolled his eyes, knowing that he couldn't be obedient and obedient now, so he could only stretch out his hand again, and hastily pressed the pockets of his trousers on both sides outside.

It's a pity that there was nothing in the trouser pocket.

Arthit looked at him in disbelief: "Why don't you bring your keys when you go out?"

Kongphop didn't know what he was asking, it was enough for him to be able to hold people so tightly, no matter what Arthit said, he just looked up and smiled at him.

Arthit was distracted by his laughter, and could only turn his head away in disgust.

Just now, he was planning to throw the person into the door and it would be over, but now, the door couldn't be opened at all.

I don't know if he really didn't bring it, or he was so drunk that he didn't know where to throw the key.

He stood at the door and hesitated for a long time, finally sighed, turned around with the help of the person, and began to move towards his residence with difficulty.

It wasn't until even he was about to pass out from exhaustion that he finally transported this cerebral palsy-like existence back home.

As soon as he entered the door, Arthit unceremoniously threw him to the ground.

Then he took off his vomited t-shirt and threw it into the washing machine.

The small place in the entrance really couldn't fit a big man, Kongphop was thrown down by him, and his head slammed on the wall, making him hiss in pain.

Because of the pain, he was paralyzed on Arthit's body all the way, and he finally regained consciousness a little bit. When he saw Arthit undressing, he also reached out to pick up his hem.

But now his limbs are still uncoordinated. He has no strength after half of his clothes are taken off, and they are wrapped around his body in a mess.

"Arthit..." he called softly.

Arthit turned his head and saw him like this, so he could only walk over helplessly, helped him take off his shirt, and threw them into the washing machine together.

Anyway, everyone had already brought them home, so he didn't want to be hypocritical anymore, he hesitated for a while, and kicked the person on the ground again: "Take off your pants."

Kongphop was obedient, and immediately reached out to untie his pants chain.

It's a pity that he doesn't listen to his hands at all now, and he couldn't take off his pants smoothly after fiddling for a long time.

It's just different from when he was packing up the cans, now Arthit was standing beside him, he couldn't take it off and he didn't feel impatient, he just raised his head, staring at his wet eyes, looking at Arthit pitifully like a puppy.

Arthit closed his eyes helplessly.

He felt like his head had been flooded from the moment he decided to send him home.

Otherwise, this big trouble will not be brought back.

He sighed and could only continue to hypnotize himself.

After all, this is his territory, and he would be disgusted to put a dirty guy in his room.

Arthit took a deep breath, squatted down, his hand stayed in mid-air for a long time, and still reached his zipper.

The two have been officially together for more than a year, and the number of times they have been intimate is also countless.

Although the Arthits have a bit of a temper, they don't deliberately suppress their desires. When the love is strong, they have done a lot of things to take the initiative to strip each other's clothes.

But today is not what it used to be. Now this person is someone else's boyfriend.

But we're all men, so it's no big deal just to help undress.

Arthit gritted his teeth, helped him take off his pants, and put them into the washing machine together.

Unexpectedly, this gentleman got worse and wanted to drill into the bathroom while wearing underwear.

"Bathing... sticky..."

Arthit originally wanted to just throw him on the floor to sleep overnight, but Kongphop acted like a coquettish child, steadfastly refusing to let go without taking a bath.

Arthit felt that he probably really owed him in his previous life.

Arthit showered the man hastily as much as possible without looking sideways, and stuffed him into the bed.

After taking a shower, I saw Kongphop huddled under the blanket, looking at him eagerly, and suddenly felt uncomfortable all over.

Why did things suddenly develop into such a weird situation?

Before tonight, he never thought that he would bring this person home one day.

There was only one bed in the room, and of course he was not willing to give it up, so he lay down on it unceremoniously after drying his hair.

The quilt was wrapped around Kongphop's body, he stretched out his hand and pulled it over, covering himself.

But a certain person has no hair on his body, for the sake of his eyes, it seems that he can't just leave him alone.

Arthit sat up angrily, wanting to go to the closet to get another blanket out.

Unexpectedly, when he saw that he was about to get out of bed, Kongphop climbed up again with long arms and legs, and pressed him back on the bed: "Don't go..."

Now he is different from when he was outside, he didn't wear any clothes on his body, and Arthit only had a soft and thin home clothes on his body. Once they were put together, Kongpohp's hot body temperature immediately spread to him.

"Kongphop! What are you doing? Get down!" Arthit struggled angrily.

As he struggled, Kongphop's misty eyes became darker and darker, and by the time Arthit realized it, something clinging to his thigh had become unbearably hard.

Arthit froze for a moment, raised his leg, and kicked him off the bed.

Kongphop grunted and looked at him on the bed with aggrieved eyes.

Arthit threw his own quilt on him, and glared at him viciously: "Sleep underneath!"

Kongphop opened his mouth, but he didn't dare to resist, so he just sat on the ground hugging the quilt.

Arthit took the blanket out and lay down with his back to Kongphop, ignoring him.

But with this guy around, how could he possibly be able to sleep.

But Kongphop, the drunk, was really tired. Not long after, Arthit heard his breathing gradually stabilized, turned his head to look, and saw that guy had already fallen asleep curled up on the ground with the quilt in his arms.

Arthit breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head, looked at his peaceful sleeping face, for some reason, suddenly felt a severe pain in his heart.