lost hearts

Krist didn't know why, it was normal for Singto to look at him frequently, but such an inexplicable eye contact made his heart skip a beat.Disguisedly lowering her eyes, pretending to be fiddling with the phone in her hand, Krist slightly curled the corners of her mouth, feeling the heat on the tips of her ears.

The plane moved slowly and rumbled on the track. The stewardess reminded passengers to turn off electronic devices and fasten their seat belts alternately in Thai and English.

The scenery outside the window was obscured, only the slight vibration of the plane moving forward, which can make people clearly feel that they are moving with this behemoth now.

He moved a little nervously on the seat.

No matter how many times she takes the plane, Krist can't help but think wildly.

This is different from a car running on the ground.

The sense of insecurity it brings is even worse.

Even though it can be said that there are very few aircraft accidents now, it still cannot give Krist more psychological comfort.

The teeth brushed against the thin soft flesh of the upper lip, and Krist gnawed on his own lips, grinding the upper and lower gums back and forth.

His eyes drifted involuntarily to the window where he should be able to see the outside scenery, but was tightly blocked by the shade.

Singto was flipping through the in-flight magazine placed in front of the seat, as if sensing something, he adjusted his sitting posture, and his knee touched the outside of Krist's thigh as if nothing had happened.

It was just such a small close touch, but it made Krist suddenly calm down as if he had been cast by some magic.

"Oh, P'Sing, does that look good?" Smiling, he stretched out a hand to catch his brother's leg. The texture of the slacks is thin and numb, sticking to the palm, and the palm bends the knuckles following the shape , wrapped in a soft arc.

singto's legs are very thin.

But very strong.

It's not as soft as a girl's, but a bit hard. If you lie on it, it might be a little uncomfortable.

"Uh..." Singto thought for a moment, as if he was seriously considering whether this magazine is interesting or not, and then he replied, "Just look it up."

"Uh, then I want P's." Unceremoniously, there was another identical magazine stuffed in the seat net pocket in front of Krist, but he reached for the one in Singto's hand.

P'Singto showed a helpless expression, "Oh hoo. Obviously everyone has a copy."

"Brother let me read it, of course I take the one in my hand." With a mischievous smile on his face, his bright eyes bent into thin lines, Krist took out his own book and stuffed it into Singto's hand, By the way, I took out the color magazine with a few pages from Sing.

"Uh uh uh. You take it, you take it." Singto, who let him take the booklet without any resistance, shook his head slightly, holding the newly changed cover and smiling slightly. Cool magazines continue to flip through.

Krist also looked through his trophies with great interest.

P'Jane sat on the side, looked up from his book, glanced this way, then looked down again.