[Annual] Rainbow of Rebirth

Walking around the hallway and standing quietly in front of Krist's bed, holding frozen milk and a bowl of porridge in his hand, his gaze is filled with the starlight and affection that belong to Kongphop.

Krist has never felt that his world is so quiet, he really wants time to freeze here, looking at him like this, seeing that it is Kongphop's p'sing now, the satisfaction in his heart is overflowing.

[Kit, can't we be together? ] This sentence flashed in Krist's mind again, remembering the hurt look on p'sing's face when he said this, just like the tenderness of the person in front of him, he bit his lower lip and warned himself not to cry, he is now Arthit , Arthit won't cry like an idiot now just because kobgphop suddenly appeared in front of him.

Seeing the man's red eyes, Kongphop seemed a little surprised and flustered. Arthit has never shown such a look in front of him, such a look that yearns for comfort and inspires people's desire to protect.

So Kongphop really panicked, mistaking the man's red eye sockets as the sequelae of excessive exercise, sighed lightly, and forgot to explain why he appeared in his room instead of Plame.

"Is it hard?" Kongphop put the frozen milk and porridge on the table behind him, his expression couldn't hide his concern, "My legs should hurt a lot, it rained yesterday, did you have a fever?"

Krist looked at him straight, he didn't know how funny his current expression might look to Kongphop, grievance, remorse, complaint, pain, all kinds of emotions piled up on Krist's face, no pride that Arthit should have at all Jiao look.But he just couldn't control it, if he wanted to put on Arthit's arrogant face when he saw p'sing just to prevent this person from finding out that the senior he liked was no longer the original person, then he really couldn't do it.

Kongphop seems to think that watching him like a wounded little beast acting like a baby is very suitable for him, but because the little beast's raised legs look really painful, he doesn't show it. Instead of looking happy, he asked quietly and gently: "If you're really uncomfortable, eat something first."

Krist turned her face away to prevent Kongphop from seeing her expression, and muttered, "I don't want you to care."

Krist felt that he had to pretend to be more arrogant and didn't want to easily drive away this person who had finally met, which was so contradictory.

"P'Arthit hurts like this, how could I not care," Kongphop set up a small table on his small bed, and said softly, "Be careful with your legs."

Krist pouted, wanted to be coquettish, wanted to hold p'sing and not let go, but at the moment he couldn't do anything, because he knew that if he blindly revealed his identity, it would only cause panic and would not do any good.

A bowl of hot porridge and a large glass of frozen milk were placed in front of her, but Krist couldn't help herself from staring at his hands, watching the man's slender mobile phone caressingly put the bowl of porridge and frozen milk He laid it out and handed him the spoon.

"Uh, thank you, let's go." Krist said, looking at Kongphop with the expression that if you dare to go, I will cripple your legs.

Kongphop was amused by his expression. He lowered his head and showed a nice smile, then quickly restrained his expression, tilted his head and chuckled and raised his eyebrows.

"But p'Arthit doesn't seem to want me to go." Kongphop pulled aside the stool beside the desk and sat down, watching with great interest that Krist gave him a look with red ears pretending to be menacing, then obediently drank the porridge, and From time to time, a small look would sneak a look at him.

"I didn't, huh."

Today's p'Arthit is really different, but I can't tell where it is, it's just that the image of the ferocious coach who was well disguised before seems to be... a lot softer.

Kongphop looked at the man frowning and sucking the pink frozen milk, feeling a little puzzled. Krist really doesn't like to drink this kind of thing. Too sweet juice is really a test for him. I don't like to eat sweet things, but Arthit likes to drink pink frozen milk so much.

The baby feels bitter, but the baby doesn't say anything.The baby just pretended to suck a few sips of frozen milk quietly, as long as he was not noticed.

Kongphop looked around, looked at the rubbish thrown into the trash can by Krist in a hurry, the wet water stains on the washstand in the toilet, the balcony door that was not closed, and the corner of the flowered shirt that was exposed in the closet after he hurriedly took the clothes, the corner of his mouth was raised. A little wolf dog smile.

"Did p'Arthit tidy up the room just now?"

"Yeah." Krist raised his head from the porridge bowl, looked at Kongphop, and spoke in a small milky voice, with a slightly coquettish taste, "Alai?"

Kongphop smiled brightly: "I went to the balcony to help the senior put the clothes in."

As soon as Kongphop entered the balcony, Krist almost knocked over his porridge bowl.If it weren't for the pain in his feet and the fever, he would have rolled on the bed.

What should I do?Do I have to confess to Kongphop directly?Or obediently pretend to be Arthit and wait for the day when he confesses to himself by surprise

Wouldn't it be a few months before I can be with p'sing? Although I have been silent for five years in another world and did not choose to be with Singto, but now the situation is different, and Krist's mood is also very different.He and Singto had missed five years, a world's distance, and here, he really, really didn't want to wait that long.

But Kongphop doesn't like him that much now, and he's not the Singto that I always like, feel guilty about, and miss.Even if Kongphop was created by Singto, even if they have exactly the same face and body, even if they are the same person in another world, what about here?

Can they really still be called the same person?

Krist sucked the frozen milk resentfully, feeling very complicated.

Krist's eyes followed Kongphop, watching him take the clothes he hastily put on the balcony and start to iron them virtuously, he couldn't hold back the smile on the corner of his mouth, dimples loomed.

p'sing is really tender and handsome at this time, and he is so gentle when he lowers his head to iron his clothes.

Kongphop felt the eager eyes staring at him, so he raised his head to look at Krist, and happened to see this person sucking frozen milk while staring at him in a daze, the dimples on his cheeks betrayed the fact that the master was in a good mood.

Kongphop wished he could sit here and iron this man's clothes for the rest of his life, as long as he could see his cute and soft appearance.

"What is p'Arthit thinking?" Kongphop deliberately teased this person, with an intoxicating smile on his lips.

Krist smiled and turned her small eyes away: "I think you said you wanted to arrest me and go back to be Mrs. Yazhai, but you turned out to be so virtuous. Who is the wife?"

Kongphop's eyes were bright, and he seemed very satisfied with his answer, showing his iconic big white teeth: "Does p'Arthit want me to be Mrs. Yazhai?" Kongphop deliberately raised his head in thought, and smiled even brighter. "It sounds good too!"

Krist pretended to be fierce: "Kongphop! Believe it or not, I will punish you to do squats here!"

Kongphop smiled happily, his eyes were crooked, and he couldn't bear to miss Krist's shy expression at this moment.

"p'Arthit is injured but unexpectedly cute," Kongphop put the ironed clothes in the closet, came back to clean up the table, and saw that the person's frozen milk was missing a little bit after sucking for a long time, and asked suspiciously, "Today Is the frozen milk not tasty? p'Arthit doesn't even drink much."

"Oh...just..." Krist gave a sloppy look.

A pair of big hands suddenly attached to his forehead, Kongphop was only one step away from him in the sunlight leaking in from the window, the warm big hands seemed a little cool under his hot forehead, which made Krist feel so comfortable that he wanted to cry.

If it was normal, I would have hugged p'sing's waist and acted like a baby, and p'sing would hug me tightly while stroking my head and patting myself on the back, just like coaxing a baby, but It is especially useful for Krist.

P'sing's arms are so comfortable, and he hums an out-of-key tune to himself, but he never cared so much about it.But now, just touching his forehead to test the temperature, makes Krist feel like a lifetime away.

Under the backlight, Kongphop's face was not very clear, but he could clearly see Arthit's expression looking at him, so sad... a pair of beautiful eyes, as if telling something, but Kongphop couldn't understand.

"I still have a fever," Kongphop said worriedly, "I didn't even ask p'Arthit if he wanted any medicine before meals." He picked up a few tablets of medicine by the bedside and studied them.

Krist felt guilty and forgot about it again