Chapter 5 — After the Trauma I Forgot Part of My Memories

11“Don't you have anything to explain?”There were only two of us left in the room. I started to settle accounts with Pho Thoi Du. He still remained calm, but lowered his eyes and no longer looked directly at me. The smile he wore was still the same as usual, a bit lazy. "She's right, you lied to me. Before I lost my memory, I never liked you." I looked at him quietly. Suddenly, I realized the disappointment hidden under his indifferent tone. He didn't even press me to answer, as if he didn't expect anything from me. Previously, he only took the initiative to hug me, but the kissing was always my request, even stopping that night had an explanation. It's not that Pho Thoi Du doesn't want to. He was just afraid that if one day I remembered, I would hate him. The atmosphere in the room became even heavier, broken by a light snort from me. "That's aside for now, please explain to me something more important." I gave a stiff smile, my voice cold. "Just now when Tran Tinh tried to pull you, why didn't you avoid? Whose boyfriend has no boundaries?" He slightly raised his eyes, looking straight at me calmly. After a while, a gentle breeze passed through the window, dispelling the gloom in his eyes. "Come here." I walked in front of him with the mood to seriously discuss. But before I could open my mouth, my whole body was pulled into his arms. Pho Thoi Du's slightly hoarse voice rang in my ear. "Yes, it's my fault." He hugged me a little tighter. "I promise not to let her touch me again. Can you forgive me?" I nuzzled into the crook of his neck, hugging him tightly. The lower half of his face was buried in his collarbone, making his voice a bit muffled. "Don't do it next time, you'll be jealous." He still hugged me silently. I tilted my head and gently kissed his cheek. "Honey, liking is a feeling, not a memory. Even if I remember everything, I won't stop liking you, don't worry." I gently patted his back to comfort him, Pho Thoi Du smiled softly, he picked me up, pressed me down on the sofa, continuing what Tran Tinh had interrupted before. While his lips and tongue were entangled, his hand held my neck tightly, pulling me closer, the kiss gradually slid down. "Do you want to continue to the next step, Gia Gia?" I wrapped my arms around his neck, leaned close to his ear and gently protested. "It's obvious that you want to." His movement of kissing my neck stopped. He smiled softly. "Yes, that's what I want." The next second, he picked me up from the sofa and took me to the bedroom. 12 Daytime plus first experience. These two factors really make it impossible for me to escape. I closed my eyes tightly, not daring to look at the person above. "Open your eyes, Gia Gia." He always has a way of making me listen. If I didn't open my eyes, I wouldn't be able to help but burst out. Four eyes met, desire erupted. Pho Thoi Du held my chin tightly, forcing me to open my mouth to receive his kiss. "This is more interesting than kissing." Sweat was shining on his shoulders. "Don't you like it, Gia Gia?" At this moment I was dreamy, like a piece of wood floating on the sea, bobbing, up and down, sometimes as if gently being patted by ocean waves. But most of them seem to crash violently against the reefs. The fragile piece of wood floats between reefs, from rock to rock, the only thing that doesn't change is its strength. At this point, there was no benefit in fighting with Pho Thoi Du, so I tried to gather my strength and answer. "Like..." As soon as I finished speaking, I felt that I had been liberated by a swift current. I was swept ashore, lying quietly, exhausted and telling myself, as a piece of floating wood, I don't want to go out to sea anymore. But clearly, Pho Thoi Du doesn't think so. He seemed to discover a new world. After testing

in many locations, he also wants to explore other locations. For example: the balcony, the kitchen table, and even in the car in the garage. “Pho Thoi Du, please forgive me.” I leaned on his lap exhaustedly. “What do you call me?” He playfully stroked my earlobe. “Honey…” Pho Thoi Du's hand returned to my shoulder. “Yes.” I breathed a sigh of relief. 13 Tran Tinh and Giang Thieu had broken up. As the blood clot in my brain gradually dissolved, I began to remember past events. When I heard this news, I was not too surprised, I understand this sister Tran Tinh very well. After she was born, her parents became even busier. She received too little attention, in addition to the dual pressure of high school entrance exams and her parents' divorce. The lack of love and distorted desire to win made her who she is today. Tran Tinh never really liked Giang Thieu, the person she secretly loved was always Pho Thoi Du. That night, I received a call from Tran Tinh. "Sister, why does everyone like you so much?" She choked up to express her resentment. The fact that she was with Giang Thieu was just to convey a message to me: "My closest childhood friend also likes you." Subconsciously, Tran Tinh always considered me the biggest object of comparison and competition. Her insecurity towards Giang Thieu was not because of jealousy, but simply that she did not want to see Giang Thieu treat me better than she did. In general, she wants the world to like her the most. The fact that Pho Thoi Du liked me was completely unexpected. The person she secretly loved liked her rival, which was a huge shock for her. She had enough awareness to never dare confess her love to Pho Thoi Du. And I was directly with him.