Paint With Love (English Translation)

20

co-translator : pressy_13

CHAPTER 20

His lips were still frozen on Maze's forehead as if someone had put some super glue on them...

Hey... this is an emergency... Pabb wants to dial 991 and make a call, even though he knows that the Thai police don't accept things like that... but at least please come knock on the door to destroy the atmosphere of this dead air!

Oh... it's dark!

I fell, sorry...

Uh... would he like some snacks? There are some in the refrigerator...

The weather is hot... does he want to take a shower...

Spit! Do something, Pabb! And look at each of your excuses, just like the MPs measuring their pulse by strangling their necks!

The dark-eyed young artist stayed in that position for a long time until the blood flowed down his brain but that doesn't help him in making a decision. Pabb's brain is still empty... hmm... but he knows it feels good to stay like this too...

He didn't even see that the person who was lying there was holding his breath until his face was completely red. Poramat is sure to attack him long enough to find the real thing, it can't be that bad. He doesn't know where to collect his head or tail first but lay stiff as a corpse, receiving the salty sweat dripping from the person above.

"Uh..." When the last breath was about to expire, Maze had to speak first, "... is..."

Pabb was startled from the 'er', the bear body bounced ninety degrees to the ground. The offender hurriedly raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead...

Losing face... This is losing face... The bear's heart screamed. He actually thought that he could control himself all the time. Why did he die in the shallow water and the dizzy smile of Poramat...

Yes... he knew that his relationship with his boss was becoming more and more bizarre. and that was very clear on that trip to the sea, even though he was a bit dizzy... but Pabb knows what Maze did to him that night. Hmmm... speaking like a spoiled brat...

The taste of kissing his father like a kid is still embedded in his brain and repeats over and over again when the artist's mood is high... confessing that it is sometimes Pabb secretly misses when he appreciates the flag in the morning. Who would say that but a psychopath like Pabb stretches out and admits that it's absolutely art! Wait... he should come back to deal with the situation in front of him.

If he had to give a brief explanation, the two men were in a stuffy room stained with paint. The two of them didn't say a word, and Poramat was still sitting in the corner of the room hugging his knees, tucking his face into them again, scratching the back of his head to fix his fading because he had done something wrong.

"Maze..."

"..." The owner of the name rubbed his face against his knees vigorously, replying 'listening'.

"P'... uh...." Pabb sighed in a corner. "Sorry for the sexual harassment."

"Huh!" cried Maze, "When?!"

"So just now..." And then he twists being embarrassed to do anything. "A kiss-like place..."

"Forehead is sexual harassment?!" Maze cursed.

"It's considered a relationship... Maze used to sexually harass me..."

"When did I do that?!" and look at the words that he chose to use... it caused a lot of damage.

"At the sea..."

Umm... it's not right at all...

This time, it was Maze who had to sit and shut up instead. The bangs look like they've been slapped by his hands... Hey... Wait, just then. "Why did you pretend to be asleep?"