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

“Phi?” New called out in a restrained voice. He was furious, but this was King. He might not care about Wan Lee, but King wasn't someone he could offhandedly offend. 


When King heard New's voice, he looked up. Ignoring New, he met Anurak's gaze. When he looked him in the eye, he could see anger and impatience in those cat eyes. 


But suddenly, those eyes met him and the fire in there dimmed. They swiftly turned shy and alluring. Anurak quickly snatched his hand from New and looked away. King smirked, eliciting another round of gasps. 


Did he just smile? Payu silently choked. 


Oblivious to the surrounding murmurs, he continued to check Anurak out. There was a slash mark on his left earlobe and his face was sweaty, making his pale skin shiny and silky. It reminded him of the cross-dresser. 


Seeing this, King's gaze softened, and his eyes descended on Anurak's lips. For some reason, the image of the crossdresser's lips flashed across his brain again. 


Are you Hurt?