Chapter 4 — After the Trauma I Forgot Part of My Memories

9 “Gia Gia.” “Yes.” One of his hands went inside my shirt, caressing my waist. His eyes were a little lustful. Pho Thoi Du leaned down, intentionally letting me feel it. "This is the next step."...Perhaps this is the warmest place on this bed, even though it's separated by two layers of fabric. "Are you scared?" Pho Thoi Du sucked my earlobe, I reflexively shivered. "I..." I was confused, not knowing how to organize my words. Luckily, Pho Thoi Du didn't make it difficult for me, he quickly pulled away. "You go to sleep first." He patted my head, then walked straight into the bathroom. I've lost my memory, but I'm not stupid. One door away, I knew what he was doing. The sound from the bathroom stimulated my eardrums, making me more alert. Until Pho Thoi Du's cool body lay down next to me, I still didn't feel sleepy at all. "Honey." I was a little shy, but still moved a little closer to him. "Can we kiss a little longer?" I blushed and asked him, Pho Thoi Du tilted his head, slightly raising his eyebrows. I felt his kiss was so pleasant, like playing with a peeled lychee on my lips. "How to kiss?" He gently approached. "Like just now?" I tried to suppress my shyness, nodded, Pho Thoi Du put his hands next to my ears, bent down to kiss me lightly. "Not like this." I was a little impatient, he placed thick kisses on the corner of my lips again, his voice right next to my lips. "So what, Gia Gia? Try modeling for me.” I knew he was doing it on purpose, but his seductive voice made me feel dizzy in this ambiguous atmosphere. Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around his neck, lifted my body slightly, and reached for his lips the same way he had just done. Open your mouth, pry open his teeth. When I still didn't want to stop, Pho Thoi Du let go of me. "Gia Gia." His breathing was a bit heavy, I looked intently at his lips. "Yes?" Then came closer. "You should go to sleep." Pho Thoi Du avoided my kiss, his hand placed on my shoulder, stopping my actions. I pursed my lips and replied softly, "Yes." I didn't insist any longer, otherwise he would have to go to the bathroom for the third time that night. 10 That day was the first time I saw Bui Tran Tinh again since waking up. Even though I knew she was the one who pushed me down the stairs, because the wound on my body had not yet completely healed, I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to fight enough, so I didn't rush to find her to settle the matter. Unexpectedly, she proactively came to me first. At that time, I was trying to climb onto Pho Thoi Du's lap, sitting on him. "Honey." I pushed his tablet aside. "We haven't kissed yet today." I seriously reminded him of our obligations as a couple, not because I really wanted to kiss him. "Huh?" Pho Thoi Du leaned on the sofa, his eyes a bit lazy. "Do it yourself." His hands just rested on my waist, with no intention of taking the initiative. kiss me. …Okay then. I only hesitated for a second, then leaned down and gently bit his lips. "Can you be a little gentle?" I pulled back a bit, looking at him with guilty eyes. "Did I hurt you?" The corner of his lips slightly raised, showing a faint smile. His hand slid down my back, suddenly pressing hard. I didn't have time to react and fell into his chest. "It hurts a little." He said. I apologized to him, then wrapped my arms around his shoulders, gently moving closer to his lips. "Bui Gia!" A sharp female voice interrupted the kiss. I looked in the direction of the voice, Tran Tinh was standing by the window, his eyes full of indignation. Fine, I want to meet her too. …“Sister, can you explain to me why you live with Mr. Pho?” Tran Tinh took another step towards me, seemingly controlling his anger. “I remember that before, you always stayed away from me.

"I was surprised. "Because he's your boyfriend." "That's him cheating on you." Tran Tinh laughed coldly. "You didn't like him at all before." At this point, I still didn't understand why she tried to separate me and Pho Thoi Du. I turned my head to look at Pho Thoi Du but he just sat on the sofa, calmly looking at me. I turned to Tran Tinh again, going back to the main issue. "That's not what you need to worry about. I just want to ask you, what were you thinking when you pushed your own sister down the stairs, little sister?" Her face was pale, looking at me with anger. Her lower lip was almost bitten off. "Do you still want to settle accounts with me? Are you still not satisfied, sister?" When looking at Pho Thoi Du, tears suddenly fell from her eyes. "Didn't Mr. Pho cause the school to cancel my eligibility to compete because of you? During college, I was not allowed to participate in any competitions. I have worked hard for many years to play the piano, but it all disappeared." I blinked. It turned out that Pho Thoi Du had helped me retaliate. Tran Tinh walked in front of Pho Thoi Du, trying to hold back tears. "For as long as she has known you, I have known you as well. Based on what, why are you favoring her?" I was stunned, finally realizing. It seems that Tran Tinh has special feelings for Pho Thoi Du. So what about Giang Thieu? When I was still confused with this complicated relationship, I saw my good sister reaching out to pull my boyfriend. I immediately walked over and pushed her hand away. "Don't you have a boyfriend? Why are you clinging to someone else's boyfriend?" Then I turned around and glared at Pho Thoi Du. Didn't you avoid it? But he just looked at me, without expression, without blinking. I decided to solve the problem at hand. "Tran Tinh, don't think that your ban from competition is the worst thing. My sister pushed me down the stairs and had to stay in the hospital for more than a month. And I'm still standing here, safe and sound. I'll take it slowly with you." She smiled faintly. "What are you going to do to me? Isn't it just a word? After all, he is willing to do anything for you." Tran Tinh looked at Pho Thoi Du, as if she was expecting a look from him. But when I followed her gaze, Pho Thoi Du was still looking at me. She seemed to have given up, laughed at herself and left.