The Next Prince, Chapter 38 pg4
The Next Prince, Chapter 38 pg4
“Yes, I want them to see who I am.”
“Hehe.” The cheerful response made Charan feel even better, the young man believed that Khanin was truly talented as he said, both in acting and...
teasing, so much so that he had to go with the flow.
Playing with the playful words spoken on the bed, and how could he resist?
If I am good, then... Can you reward me with a kiss... I miss it. We haven't kissed today, just been observing that person and this person.”
Charan paused, his long, slender legs that used to walk confidently suddenly stopped.
Luckily, at this moment, he led Khanin to walk a safe distance away from the racetrack. The path ahead was clear, with no soldiers on guard, so no one heard the dual-sided, ambiguous words spoken by the young lord to his close companion.
“...” Charan understood that feeling of longing. He himself missed the white guy just like everyone else, but the current location was not conducive to answering his questions. He was afraid that someone might overhear and look at Khanin unfavorably.
“Silent... does it mean?”
“If we start kissing now... then there will not be going back to the racetrack.” He spoke with a nonchalant tone, even though he had intended to answer the question, but in the end, he didn't. The young man hurriedly stepped up, just a little more to reach the inner accommodation. He intended to answer Khanin's question at that moment.
“No... just a threat. If you kiss me now, I'll give it back ten times.” As he was being pushed in continuously, the leader of the Phitakthewa family responded loudly. The young man tried to remain calm and carried the young lord small until they reached the front of the room.
However, at the moment when he was about to use his hands to open the door, he suddenly had to pause. When his hands touched the soft and warm lips that pressed gently against the back of his neck.
“Kiss... it's a threat that is not scary at all.” The other party intentionally made such a loud sound, and the young man who Charan carried and placed beautifully on the floor.
Khanin walked closer and stopped in front. The dark brown eyes that Charan liked to look into now had a flicker of challenge, as if wanting to challenge his threat.
“Being silent like this... Phii Ran, you didn't like that I kissed you.”
Charan took a deep breath and let out a loud sigh, the young man didn't say anything but turned to open the door and took advantage of the moment when the lean figure defected, grabbing the small hand to follow him.
His eyes scanned around. When he saw that no one else was inside the room, he managed to lock the door, then wrapped his hand around the waist of the smaller person and approached.
“It's not that I don't like it... but I warned you not to do it...” The young man whispered near the thin lips of the teenager, staring at the person in his arms who was smiling happily.
“So a rebellious kid needs to be punished.” Khanin wasn't afraid of the glare of the other person even in the slightest, still daringly brought his face closer, lightly brushing his foot against Charan's cheek as if testing his patience... waiting for him to snap.
What kind of punishment does a rebellious kid need?
Charan chuckled in his throat, he didn't answer the question from the other party, but chose to hug the smaller person into his waist, guided him to a sitting position, taking care and treating him well to satisfy the defiance that the other party intentionally provoked.
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The wind blew, causing the hair to flutter. Ramil tightly held the reins, following behind the person he considered intimate, intending to possess Petai completely by following the path at high speed, making him have to accelerate.
The owner of the majestic body was always worth admiring in every aspect, Ramil thought that the gods must love Petai so much that they sculpted a face so beautiful and handsome in one person.
Who will have the skills and abilities that can drive the other party, not just an ordinary high-ranking person. Petai has several things that are different, he always tries to find that answer. Until he realized he was constantly looking at this person and it seemed to become familiar.
“Why stop? You still don't know who wins and who loses.” Because suddenly someone else slows down the speed of the horses and stops abruptly. So Ramil asked, he ordered his red-blooded horse to stop beside his close friend's light brown-eyed horse.
“Why compete, you don't really want to compete.” The answer revealed that Petai looked at Khanin and figured out his ploy from the beginning. Just willing to play along with the flowing water. Their hair fluttered in the wind as they rode their horses forward without rushing.
Ramil took a deep breath, his broad shoulders relaxed more when there was no one else here except them, and the young prince sometimes glanced at the sweet face of the person next to him.
He was lost in thought, and at one point, he decided to ask something that had been lingering... something he didn't know for sure what answer he expected to receive.
“Guess...”
“...”
“….”
“Do you... have a crush on someone?” He almost stopped himself from asking. Ramil could tell that it became silent, so silent that he could even hear the sound of his own breath, which seemed unnatural.
“Why ask?” A big pause before the fair-skinned house owner questioned. Petai commanded his horse to stop still, ceasing its movement as if it required concentration.
“I want to know.” He answered with a sincere punch. Ramil had no better answer than this. Because everything he said was the truth.
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