When Anurak was young, his father became a toyboy for a gang leader and even abandoned his family for another woman. 

His mother died when he was 10. But before her death, she planted some notions in his mind. 
Notions that gay men are husband snatchers and evil.
Notions that a true man can only depend on himself.
Notions that a man can only love one woman. 
These notions turned Anurak into an overly sensitive young boy, who would rather suffer in silence than ask for help. 

Because he didn't want to disappoint his late mother, he tried his best to adhere to her principles. 

Everything was fine until he entered the university. 
First, gaymen lurked everywhere he turned to and the sight of them made it very hard for him to keep ignoring his true feelings. 

Then his girlfriend broke up with him and the only man who made him tempted enough to break his principles decided to force things...

Anurak, Let Me Love You

Anurak grimaced. His face went red as he twitched his lips. 


Wear female clothes and parade them in front of everyone? How will I live that down? 


Glory, who had heard her assistant's words, paused and started batting her eyes at Anurak like a doll. She and the assistant had planned things this way. Glory was to get him to agree first while the assistant was to remind him of the awkward part. Glory was sure that Anurak wouldn't go back on his words after agreeing and she was right. Anurak was aghast but could only sign with dropped shoulders. 


"Do you have a problem with that?" Glory asked carefully as she closed the distance between them. 


"It's not… Hmm!" Anurak huffed and looked at Glory with pleading eyes. "Is there a way we can do it so nobody knows that it's me?" He asked. 


Not Again!