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

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"Don't shake his hands." Glory whispered towards Jon but it was too late. The guy was too focused on King and didn't hear her at all. 


"Young master King!" Jon exclaimed excitedly as he closed in on King. 


On hearing him, King and his bodyguards stopped and the two bodyguards in front shifted to the side so that King was left facing Jon. 


"I had no idea you would be coming today!" He stretched out his hand for a handshake, but to his surprise, King joined his palms together and bowed to him. 


Flustered because his hand was left hanging, Jon quickly rubbed it against the back of his neck. 


Sawasdee!" Jon returned the bow, looking flushed. 


"Phi, what are you doing?" King asked as he tried to joke. But it wasn't easy. If one looked closely, sweat had already gathered on his forehead and his face had become paler. His gaze was extra icy and his hands were slightly shivering. 


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