[First-year student] I am not him

Plame completely ignored his expulsion: "It's not you who cleans up now anyway."

Just as he was talking, Plame's phone vibrated suddenly.

When he picked it up and saw the name on it, his face suddenly changed.

Arthit didn't bother to get up, just looked down at him: "What's wrong?"

Plame cursed, and said in a low voice: "I made an appointment with Ward to play basketball today, and I completely forgot about it."

When the appointment was made yesterday, Arthit hadn't had a car accident yet, so it's only natural that he would forget about it.

Arthit rolled his eyes and muttered softly, "Show affection."

Plame, who was only in a hurry, didn't hear his voice: "You must know that I forgot to be angry again."

It is not so easy to warm up a big ice cube like Ward.

It was with great difficulty that he brought him to be more gregarious, but he didn't want to give up all his previous efforts.

Arthit shook his head helplessly, and raised his chin towards the door: "Okay, I know how much responsibility you have as a senior, go find him, I can do it myself."

Plame's conscience still struggled: "You... really can?"

Arthit nodded cautiously at him.

"Then I'll make a call with him for a while and I'll be back soon. Call me anytime you need something." Plame made a phone call gesture at him, and then hurriedly connected the phone while running outside, "Hey Ward, I... ...I'm rushing over, right now...so much nonsense, just wait!"

Plame's voice was muffled outside the door.

Arthit was the only one left in this empty apartment.

It was the first time he had time alone since the car hit him.

Finally being able to remove the heavy mask on his face, the smile that had been on Arthit's face was also put away inch by inch.

He let out a long breath and slowly closed his eyes.

The tingling pain in his ankle was still coming, as if it was constantly reminding him of the terrible memory of yesterday.

The moment the car hit him, he thought that he could not escape the same fate as Nuan Nuan after all.

And the only picture in his mind at that moment was Kongphop's face.

He knew that he was destined to die at this time, so he went to see him today, anyway, he also knew where Kongphop would be waiting.

This idea only existed in the moment when the electric fire flew through the sky, and the next moment, Arthit was knocked to the ground.

The viscera and six internal organs seemed to be churning together, and the pain made people's consciousness confused.

He had always thought that the sex scenes in car accidents on TV were too fake, and he could always hold back if he wanted to.

But it wasn't until the disaster happened to me that I realized that my vocal cords seemed to be out of my control.

If you had to endure even the groaning, it would probably be several times more painful.

With such pain, he thought he was really going to die.

And when all the words came to his lips, they turned into only one name.

"What did you say?" The driver who caused the accident put his ear to his mouth while waiting for the ambulance to take off, "Kong...who is it? Is it your family? What's his phone number, I'll inform him for you."

Arthit's consciousness suddenly came to life at that moment.

He hurriedly shook his head, took out the phone with difficulty and handed it to the other party: "Call Not, please."

In the final analysis, the car accident this time was not just the fault of the other party.

He has been in a trance recently, probably because he didn't pay attention for a moment just now, and walked out of the safe range by the side of the road.

But fortunately, even though he was in such pain when he was hit, there was nothing wrong with his internal organs.

The injuries that could be counted all over his body were nothing more than a few bruises on the back of the elbows, and the only thing that could be called serious was the sprain on his feet.

That's why he was able to escape from the hospital in such a short time after hearing Plame say that Kongphop might come.

At the moment of life and death, the only person he can think of is Kongphop.

In such a weak moment, if he saw his face again, Arthit was really afraid that he would want to lean on him no matter what.

So he can only hide.

knock knock --

There was a sudden knock on the door.

Arthit's thoughts were suddenly interrupted. He thought it was Plame who forgot to bring something and went back again. He hurriedly adjusted his mood before raising his voice: "My feet are like this, why are you knocking on the door! Didn't you bring the key? Get out of here." Come in!"

In order to cover up his distraction just now, Arthit casually took a manga by the bed and opened it.

But in fact, he didn't see what was painted on it.

And when he had finished disguising everything, the person outside the door had already walked in, and his footsteps slowly stopped at the head of the bed.

"Senior, it's me."

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Kongphop probably didn't rest well, and his voice was still a little hoarse from exhaustion.

But even with a hoarse voice, Arthit managed to freeze in place.

He clenched the comic book in his hand and slowly raised his head.

The figure of that person really appeared in front of his eyes.

It wasn't a dream, it wasn't a phantom, he just stood by the bed with a slight smile, as if they had never been apart.

Arthit's heart trembled for a while before finally realizing it.He put the book aside in a panic, and propped himself up a bit: "You... who let you in?"

Kongphop walked in slowly while speaking: "Senior's door is not locked, remember to lock it when you are alone at home."

When they broke up, Kongphop had already returned the keys, and of course it is impossible to have them now.

"I bought some food and brought it to you." Kongphop raised the bag in his hand.

But Arthit didn't bother to see what he bought.

He closed his eyes, turned his head away and muttered under his breath, "Damn Plame didn't lock the door."

Kongphop looked down at his legs propped high on the pillow: "Is senior better?"

Arthit propped his hands on the bed again, trying to retract the injured leg in a panic, but was hindered by a sharp pain.

He could only pretend to raise his chin nonchalantly: "I'm fine, thank you."

Kongphop nodded, but his eyes were still looking at his wound: "Well, then I can rest assured."

Kongphop's eyes seemed to be electrified, which made Arthit feel uncomfortable.

He turned his eyes away and protested softly: "It's none of your business."

It's just that his protest didn't sound like he had the slightest momentum.

The person who has been going around in his mind from the moment of life and death is now standing in front of him.

Even though his rationality told Arthit not to pay attention to him, there was still a corner of his heart that was soft in a mess.

Kongphop obviously didn't pay attention to his protest either.

He leaned over suddenly and lightly pressed on Arthit's ankle.

Even with such a slight force, Arthit couldn't help but cry out in pain: "Ouch!"

"It's just a sprain." Kongphop nodded in satisfaction, then raised his eyes to look at him again, "Do you want some porridge?"

Judging by his attitude, it seems that he has completely forgotten the words that Arthit has emphasized countless times that the two should be strangers.

"I don't want to eat!" Arthit turned his head aside angrily, "Go back."

Kongphop smiled: "You have an injury on your foot now, and it seems that you can't get up and chase me away, so just obediently wait for the porridge."

In my impression, Kongphop has shown many sides in front of him.

Forbearing, gentle, affectionate, brilliant... But this is the first time Arthit has seen such a brazen look.

He couldn't help being a little dazed.

Did Kongphop take the wrong medicine today?

Kongphop has also lived with him for a long time, and he knows every corner of this apartment clearly. When Arthit reacts again, he has carefully set up the small table on the bed for him, and he ran away again. Take out a bowl in front of the cabinet to serve porridge.

Arthit looked at his back, and suddenly couldn't say a word that he had prepared to drive him out.

Sure enough, he couldn't see Kongphop at such a vulnerable time.

Because there seemed to be a thought whispering in my heart all the time, later, later, just look at it a few more times.

And amidst this constant delay, Kongphop had brought the porridge to him and set it up in front of him, and he swaggered and sat on the chair in front of his desk.

That position has always been Kongphop's favorite, he used to sit there, quietly looking at Arthit who was sleeping soundly on the bed.

From this angle, no matter the sunlight or the moonlight shining in, it will make Arthit's sleeping face look more peaceful.

It's just that Arthit never knew he had this hobby.

Because he often looks at it, he can't help but climb onto the bed and hug him in his arms.

What's more, if Arthit woke up and saw his focused eyes, he might just think that Kongphop was looking at someone else through him.

Of course Arthit didn't know what was going on in Kongphop's mind.

Just looking at his uninhabited appearance was enough to make Arthit realize how much he had compromised.

He quickly came back to his senses, only to realize that there was still a glass of pink panna cotta with dripping water in front of him.

It looked really... alluring.

But he still challenged the person sitting on the chair: "Who asked you to buy this for me?"

Kongphop's eyes are still just smiling: "No matter what you like in the future, I will bring it to you, okay?"

Arthit's heart skipped a beat.

Afraid of being seen, he hastily rolled his eyes at the person at the desk, lowered his head and ate a few mouthfuls of porridge slowly.

I have to say that Kongphop knows his taste very well. He bought the porridge from his favorite shop. He even asked the boss to crack an extra egg in it, and it was full and dense.

Little by little, it seems that a new entrance can be opened in Arthit's already soft heart.

Arthit's eye sockets couldn't help but feel a little moist.

He forced his face to be cold, and said to Kongphop: "You go first, the food has already been delivered, why are you still here. Thank you for today's porridge, but don't come here again in the future."

Judging from his tone, it really has nothing to do with the word "thank you".

Kongphop, however, seemed to have no sense of his determination to keep others away.

He stood up from his seat, looked at Arthit seriously and said, "I will come not only today, but also every day in the future. I know the senior won't believe me, so I will prove it to you. From now on, I will come Take good care of you and never let you get hurt again."

When he said the first few sentences, Arthit could still pretend to be disdainful, but when he heard the last sentence, the expression on his face seemed to be out of his control for an instant.

Arthit clenched the spoon in his hand and kept stirring in the bowl, but completely forgot to put it in his mouth.

A heart was beating wildly.

He wanted to throw Kongphop out the door as coldly as he always did, wanted to keep telling him that he wouldn't believe it no matter what.

But at this rare and warm moment, all the sarcastic words that he had been familiar with for a long time seemed to be stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say a word.

Just... just let go of today.

For the sake of his narrow escape yesterday, let him greedily possess the warmth of this day.

Starting tomorrow, he will never let Kongphop in again.

for sure.

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"Has Senior Arthit been reading comics lately?" Kongphop asked casually as he approached his bookshelf.

But his words just asked about Arthit's pain point.

During this period of time, he didn't even have any interest in reading comics, and he didn't even clean them up. There might have been a layer of dust on the bookshelf.

In addition, he just made a show with a comic book, and now he was even more guilty, and hurriedly called people to stop: "Don't touch it! Come here, mind your own business!"

He spoke in a hurry, and there were a few unexpected milk voices.

Arthit closed his eyes in annoyance.

Kongphop has always had a soft spot for his voice.

Whenever he gets passionate, he must be forced to escape a few syllables, otherwise it will never be finished.

When the two were still together, this kind of memory seemed to be quite sentimental, but now, it is inevitable to make people feel awkward.

Arthit couldn't help pinching himself secretly.

When he looked up again, Kongphop had already walked up to him.

Arthit felt even more embarrassed: "Why are you so close!"

Kongphop's face was full of innocence: "Didn't you ask me to come here?"

He didn't mention the sound, but the smile on his face was enough to make one fidget.

Arthit could only pretend not to notice, but the blush on his face had already revealed his cards: "Stay away from me!"

The current Kongphop is well versed in the principle of haste makes waste, and he didn’t make more progress, but obediently retreated to the side, turned his head and looked at the balcony: "The clothes that the seniors dry, I will help you put them in!"

"Hey!" Arthit wanted to stop him, but Kongphop didn't give him a chance, turned around and got into the balcony.

Thinking of his underwear still hanging on the hanger, Arthit couldn't help reaching out and pressing his throbbing temple.

In fact, when we were together in the past, most of the housework was done by Kongphop.

After lingering in the middle of the night, he was probably too tired. When he woke up the next day, Kongphop had already washed the soiled sheets and clothes and hung them out to dry.

He should have gotten used to these things by now.

But the relationship between the two is different now, after all, Kongphop holds such a private item in his hands, Arthit feels that something is not right no matter how he thinks about it.

Before he could finish his thoughts, Kongphop had already swaggered in with a clothes basket.

Sure enough, the top item was his underwear.

This guy doesn't shy away from it.

Without even saying hello, Kongphop took out the iron from under the table with ease, carefully ironed the clothes one by one, and opened the wardrobe again.

Since Kongphop left, the other half of the closet has been empty.

Arthit seemed to punish himself, every time he hung clothes inside, he deliberately avoided the side that belonged to Kongphop.

So every time I see it, it hurts my heart.

But now, even this little secret thought was spread in front of Kongphop, and he felt a little ashamed.

Kongphop's movements really slowed down.

He looked at the closet quietly for a long time before he hung up the clothes in his hand one by one.

This time, the half was not left out.

Arthit watched his movements, his eyes stinging again for a moment.

It seems that the corner of my heart that I have been guarding has been destroyed so casually by Kongphop, and he has no position to refute.

Obviously... it shouldn't be kept.

It is he who is self-indulgent.

"Actually, we are about the same size now, and you are getting thinner and thinner." Kongphop said with his back turned to him.

Arthit froze for a moment, not understanding what he meant by this sentence.

Kongphop turned his head and smiled slightly: "Before feeding back the meat from your body, there is no need to deliberately separate the clothes, we can wear them together."

"Crazy! Who wants to mix with you!" Arthit gave him a hard look.

However, the aching heart that seemed to be being squeezed by someone suddenly relaxed uncontrollably.

Kongphop didn't care, and continued to hang up the clothes with a smile. He even folded the pair of underwear along the corners, and opened the drawer under the wardrobe to put them in.

Kongphop's living habits are much better than his, and all the little things like socks and underwear have to be folded upright. In terms of this feature, he doesn't look like a man at all.

And since he left, Arthit can't help but keep his habit.

People say that when two people get along for a long time, they will always become more and more alike.

And under this subtle influence, he became more and more similar to Kongphop's habits.

Especially after the separation, these trivial habits seem to have become his way of quietly remembering that period of the past.

Without Kongphop, it is impossible for anyone to find out.

But now that Kongphop is here, everything becomes invisible.

"You...don't move around!" Arthit began to lack confidence even with this sentence.

Kongphop looked at him more and more tenderly.

Maybe it's because of distress, or maybe it's because of relief.

In the end, probably to take care of Arthit's little face, Kongphop really didn't move any more.

After tidying up his clothes, he brushed the dishes and chopsticks he had eaten into the cabinet, and then sat obediently on the chair beside him.

Arthit was a little restless.

Plame has been away for a long time, although he has tried not to drink much water in order to avoid going to the toilet.

But after freezing the bowl of porridge with a cup of pink milk just now, after such a long time, I can't hold it anymore.

"You...why don't you go back?" He couldn't help urging again.

As long as Kongphop is driven back, he can endure the pain and grind to the bathroom alone.

Unexpectedly, Kongphop saw through his intention at a glance: "Does Senior Arthit want to go to the bathroom?"

Arthit choked on him instantly.

Kongphop stood up from the chair: "Then I'll carry you over."

Although his figure doesn't look strong, his arm strength is not small.

Perhaps... it was during the time the two of them spent together that they practiced.

Every time a certain person gets tired, he always cheats and refuses to take a bath, and he can only be responsible for carrying him over.

Over time, Arthit's weight was nothing to him.

What's more, he has lost a lot of weight recently.

Arthit hastily refused: "No need! I... I can do it myself!"

Kongphop didn't allow him to refuse, so short he hugged him in his arms.

The memories of this kind of hug in the past were somewhat unbearable, and Arthit's face turned red again.

Kongphop looked at his red earlobes, and said in a hoarse voice, "Senior, you know I can't stand seeing your red ears."

Arthit subconsciously reached out and covered his ears.

After realizing his actions, he glared at Kongphop angrily again.

But now that he was in someone's arms, no matter how pretentious he was, it didn't seem suitable for him, so he could only be carried into the bathroom honestly.

Kongphop put the man in front of the toilet, and lifted the toilet lid thoughtfully, before helping him to stand aside obediently.

Arthit looked at his generous appearance, and couldn't help reminding in a low voice: "You...turn your head away!"

Kongphop raised his eyebrows suddenly, and obediently turned his head aside.

Arthit steadied himself with his strength and pulled his trousers open.

But looking at his figure standing aside, he still felt uncomfortable.

Obviously Not, they also helped him into the toilet several times, why didn't he feel this way?

Seeing that he hadn't moved for a long time, Kongphop couldn't help turning his face back: "What's the matter? Do you need me to take off your pants?"

He asked seriously, as if he really wanted to help.

Arthit was even more annoyed: "Shut up! Turn your face away!"

Kongphop finally couldn't hold back, and the corners of his mouth curled up quietly.

Seeing his appearance, Arthit became even more angry: "Why are you laughing!"

"Are you shy, senior?"

"There's really no need to be shy between us."

"I've seen every inch of your body countless times, why should I be shy?"

"Kongphop! Get out of here!"

Arthit felt that letting this bastard stay today was the worst decision he had ever made in his life.

☆、Chapter 25

In the whole room, only the lamp on the table was still on, and the light was dim.

Kongphop was sitting at the desk, flipping through a book quietly, writing and drawing with the pen in his hand from time to time.

Arthit saw this image as soon as he woke up.

In a trance, he thought it was the time when the two were still together, and muttered in a daze, "Why aren't you sleeping?"

As he spoke, he subconsciously wanted to get up, and the tingling pain from his feet made him fully awake in an instant.

Kongphop has already laughed brightly: "It's still early, you haven't had dinner yet, are you hungry? I've already bought it, and it's still hot, so I'll bring it to you?"

Seeing him wake up, Kongphop turned on the headlights in the room, and the room became bright again.

Arthit blinked vigorously. In order to cover up the embarrassment just now, he propped his hands on the bed and wanted to sit up. Kongphop hurried to him, stretched out his arms to support him, and carefully folded two pillows and put them behind his back. Carefully adjusted a more comfortable posture for him.

Arthit has been taken care of so well, it is certainly not appropriate to repeat the words of driving people over and over again.

He scratched his hair, and there was still a little sleepiness in his voice: "This damn Pplame!"

Today it was agreed that Pplame would take care of him, but he was easily called away by Wward with a phone call, and he has not been seen until now.

It really is a sight to forget friends.

He grabbed the phone next to the pillow, and before he could find out Pplame's number, he heard Kongphop say, "Senior Pplame texted you while you were sleeping, asking what you want for dinner, and said to bring it with you."

Arthit's movements froze, and he couldn't help but have a bad feeling in his heart: "And then?"

The corners of Kongphop's mouth curved upward: "Then I sent him a text message in your tone, saying that a friend is here to take care of you today, so that he doesn't have to come over."

Arthit rubbed his forehead with a headache, and even his voice was weak: "Kongphop, don't push yourself!"

Kongphop tilted his head and smiled softly: "I just think he should be able to take care of him without me."

Arthit took a deep breath and turned his head aside angrily: "It's not a serious injury anyway, I can do it myself, you go back first."

Kongphop didn't seem to hear it: "Let's eat first, or you'll get cold later, and it's time to take your medicine. If you don't wake up, I'm going to wake you up."

Faced with his attitude, Arthit felt as if he had punched the cotton with his fist, and he couldn't exert his strength.

Kongphop quickly set up the small table and food for him again, and on the corner of the table was a glass of pink panna cotta that made people lose most of their temper when they saw it.

Arthit stroked his forehead, helpless.

Kongphop stood innocently beside the bed, looking deeply wronged: "Anyway, why not eat your food first, otherwise how would you take your medicine?"

Arthit really regretted not driving this rascal out in the first place during the day.

How could he get angry and drive people away after being taken care of for nothing all afternoon?

Really, why did he fall asleep like that in the afternoon, otherwise it would be impossible for him to take advantage of it.

While engaged in a fierce ideological struggle, Arthit stuffed his mouth with food as if playing a temper tantrum.

Probably because he was concerned about the wound on his body, the rice Kongphop bought today was very light, and it didn't taste like Arthit's.

He slept lazily all afternoon, and he lost his appetite even more when he ate. After pawing a few times, he couldn't help but put down the spoon.

"Just eat this little?" Kongphop frowned.

Arthit pushed the bowl aside, and the sign of refusal was even more obvious: "If you try to keep still for a whole day, how much can you eat?"

However, his hand picked up the pink panna cotta in the next moment, and took a deep breath.

Kongphop likes to see his appearance as if enjoying the most precious delicacy in the world. Seeing Arthit like this, the expression on his face can't help but become more gentle.

After clearing away all the leftovers on the table, Kongphop brought over the warm water and medicine that had been prepared.

Taking medicine is probably one of the things Arthit hates the most.

He always felt that the sensitivity of his taste buds seemed to be different from ordinary people, and he was especially resistant to sour and bitter tastes.

So as soon as Kongphop took the medicine, his face suddenly became ugly again, and he hesitated to put down the cup in his hand.

Even though the panna cotta inside had already been eaten up by him.

How could Kongphop not know what he was thinking.

He smiled helplessly, put the water glass on the small table, and took out a lollipop from his pocket.On the wrapping paper of that lollipop was a brightly colored strawberry: "Don't worry, it won't be very bitter. I'll peel it off for you. You can eat it right away after taking the medicine."

Arthit blinked uncomfortably, and muttered in a low voice: "Who said you need to eat candy, really..."

Having said that, this time he obediently took the medicine from Kongphop's hand, put it in his mouth with a frown, and raised his head to take a big sip of water.

At the same time, Kongphop has already peeled off the glass candy wrapper neatly, seeing that the water in Arthit's mouth has been swallowed, he stuffed the candy into his mouth in a timely manner.

Arthit hesitated, but finally bit the candy into his mouth slowly.

The sweet and fruity taste immediately filled the entire mouth, completely suppressing the bitterness brought by the pills.

But even though he was eating other people's candies, he still didn't forget to say to Kongphop who was helping him clean up the water cup and small table: "I've finished my medicine and it's getting late, so you should go back early."

Kongphop stopped what he was doing, turned around and smiled at him: "Senior Pplame sent a text message saying, remember to wipe the wound on your body once, I just checked it, it seems that there are some on the back, you shouldn't be able to wipe it yourself, right? "

Have a look... for a while?

The clothes on his body are well dressed, how does this guy look?

Arthit felt that he probably really underestimated how shameless he was.

"And——" Kongphop didn't notice his slander at all, and the smile on his lips became brighter and brighter, "Since yesterday's car accident, you probably haven't taken a shower yet? Will it be comfortable? I think, even if it's In order to avoid infection, it is best to take a bath before applying the medicine."

After speaking, his tone paused and his expression became serious: "I can help."

"Are you crazy, who wants your help!" Upon hearing his words, Arthit frowned immediately.

But seeing his reaction, Kongphop seemed to smile even more happily.

Presumably, Arthit's relaxed response has not been shown in front of Kongphop for a long time.

And Arthit soon realized this.

After the silence, the atmosphere seemed to reveal a little subtlety.

Kongphop timely broke the embarrassment in front of him: "But you really need to apply medicine now, are you sure you don't want to take a bath?"

Arthit gnawed on the lollipop, silent.

Usually, he washes at least once in the morning and evening every day, and since the car accident yesterday, he hasn't touched the water again, even if Kongphop didn't say anything, he already feels uncomfortable.

If he doesn't wash up today, he might not be able to sleep well all night.

Arthit hesitated for a while before hesitatingly said: "Then... please help me clean the bathtub, fill the water, and then help me in."

Since this period of time, he has been living alone, and he usually takes a shower with a simple rinse. Wherever he needs to use the bathtub, he remembers the last time he used it, it was with Kongphop.

It's just that this is obviously not something suitable for recalling at this time, and Arthit's face can't help getting a little hot when he thinks about it.

"Okay." Kongphop agreed happily, turned around and went into the bathroom.

It's just that Arthit didn't think he was really so obedient, listening to the sound of rushing water in the bathroom, his whole heart was beating uncontrollably.

He is obviously a person who has decided not to communicate with each other until he dies, but now he is helping him to put the bath water in the bathroom.

This situation is really kind of indescribably weird, but it seems so natural.

Kongphop's mobility has always been strong, and he walked out of the bathroom not long after.

He took a stool in the room again, and then walked to the bed again, and opened his arms to Arthit: "The water is ready, I will carry you in."

"No, you..." Just hold me up...Before he finished speaking, Kongphop had already bent down and picked him up.

Arthit exclaimed, and hurriedly put his arms around his neck, and when he realized the closeness of their actions, he couldn't help but stare at Kongphop in embarrassment: "Hey!"

It's just that he still had a lollipop in his mouth, and his scolding was somewhat vague, it sounded like he was acting like a baby.

Kongphop really enjoys this feeling.

Carefully carrying him into the bathroom and placing him on the stool that had been prepared earlier, he stretched out his hand and pulled out the lollipop from Arthit's mouth: "Don't eat it, take off your clothes first."

As he said that, he looked around and found that there was no place for the lollipop, so he put it in his mouth casually.

Arthit stared at him dumbfounded: "Kongphop..."

Kongphop held a lollipop in his mouth, and the corners of his mouth slanted upwards: "It's really sweet, no wonder you like it so much." With that kind of ambiguous tone, I really don't know whether he is talking about that lollipop or something on the candy. The smell left by people.

Arthit thought he would be crazy to stay with this person any longer.

He closed his eyes and tried to maintain his demeanor: "Now, can you please close the door outside for me?"

Kongphop still looked serious: "I think I should help you undress now."

"I can do it myself!" Arthit gritted his teeth.

"No." Kongphop said the same thing