lost hearts

The smile on his face subsided in a second. Amidst the bangs off the stage, Krist stared at the person next to him who was about the same height as him. His hair was meticulously styled by a stylist, and his slender and strong fingers carried a few handsome boy with a ring.

Two neatly drawn eyebrows were quietly raised, his chin was raised and the corners of his mouth were tightened. The hands behind his back and the look of expectation on his face revealed his true emotions.

Everything seems to be pinned on what Singto will say next.

"I like people who smile a lot and have a big smile."

He and Krist continued to look at each other, Singto said.

Krist was greeted with brief satisfaction, and even followed his brother's teasing with a flamboyant grin.The two rows of neat and white teeth that have been tightened by braces for a long time are exposed, which is very beautiful.

"Also, kind."

singto added.

The boy, listening intently with his ears strained, nodded, respectful but not pleased with his brother's answer.

Krist is a kind boy who is easily softhearted, sensitive, and considers other people's thoughts.But in most of the words to describe Krist, kindness is not a particularly representative one.

Thailand is so big, and in the bustling Bangkok alone, there are already countless girls who meet the criteria of kindness and love to laugh.Even among the six of them, any one can be said to be a person who meets singto's requirements.

After all, P'sing still failed to make clear conditions and references like what Krist did to him.

unexpected.

But, as expected.

P'singto likes krist.

Like a best bro.

It's no different than anyone else.

"Is it okay to say this?" Singto asked for his opinion.

"Yes, yes." Encouragingly, Krist nodded harder than before to show his attitude. "But the description can be more clear."

"Such as—the obvious features of that person."

"Is there anything else to add?" P'Wave asked on the sidelines.

Compared with Krist's answer, singto's answer was too subtle and neutral, and did not cause any explosive points.If it weren't for Krist's cute appearance, then Sing's answer can be said to be the most ordinary one among the four people who have spoken so far.

Singto held up the microphone, and there was some hesitation in his words.

The boy who had been waiting by the side finally couldn't help but reach out and snatch his brother's microphone: "Krist, Krist!"

He didn't even dare to look his brother in the eye.

But the boy insisted on making the decision for his brother.

It doesn't matter if you pretend it's just a stage effect.

Krist loves singto, like a friend, like a brother, like a lover.

So singto should also answer to his cute little brother.

"Are you serious?"

"is that true?"

Singto was next to his ear, clearly speaking into the microphone, but only questioned in a whisper.

KristPerawat scratched his hair.

First nodded.

nodded again.

"Correct."

He said.