Chapter 2 — Love From Silk Scarf

I listened silently to everything, took my lunch back to the dormitory. In the room, my best friend had returned and was standing in front of the mirror trying on new clothes. Just looking at the design, you can know that this is Bui Than's hobby. Silk material is soft, smooth and sophisticated.

“Tieu Mong, are you back?”

She pointed at my desk:

“This afternoon, Bui Than and I ate at a private restaurant, the taste was quite delicious so I brought you some.”

I have no taste, just look at her:

"You and Bui Than were pretty good together? Can you remember anything?"

04 My best friend shook his head:

“Still not impressed.”

She is a bit troubled:

"Tieu Mong, tell me, did I not like him that much before? Today he told me the past stories between the two of us, but I just felt strange, not at all familiar."

I looked at her blurred eyes, and in that moment I wanted to tell everything. But I don't have the courage. In the following days, my best friends left early and returned late. I originally thought our relationship was progressing quickly, but when I returned from school, I saw her angrily calling:

"I told you, don't buy any more dresses, especially silk dresses like this. Why do you keep taking my words like a breeze in your ears?"

"What I liked before is a thing of the past! Now I don't like it at all!"

After she hung up, I spoke up:

“Arguing?”

My best friend said "yes" and kicked the delivery box at my feet towards me:

"It's the silk dress again, this is already the sixth one. I'm really about to go crazy! What strange hobby does he have? Can you please not force that hobby on me?"

Indeed, Bui Than has a fetish and loves all silk items. I also knew him because of a silk scarf. At that time, I wanted to buy it as a birthday gift for my mother, and accidentally read your extremely professional review. But fetishism is more than simply liking or being familiar with a certain type of object. On a more serious level, it is also linked to sex. I suddenly remembered the silk tie I gave Bui Than on his birthday. That very evening, the tie was tied in an extremely unspeakable place. The dark tie tied the pink thing tightly. Extremely beautiful. 05 But looking at his best friend's reaction, Bui Than probably hasn't done that much with her yet. Otherwise, she might have directly scolded him for being a pervert. However, at this time she was also quite angry:

"Honey, tell me, did I really love Bui Than? I feel like their personalities and interests are completely incompatible! So what kind of love is possible?"

I didn't know what to say, I could only use the excuse of going to practice and run away. As soon as I got down to the dormitory, I saw a familiar figure. Bui Than stood under the streetlight, holding an extremely beautifully packaged bag in his hand. I had no intention of saying hello, just looked straight ahead and passed by.

“Du Mong.”

Bui Than suddenly called me back, his voice extremely sincere:

"It seems I made Luc Ninh angry. This is an apology gift, can you help me bring it to her?"

He handed over the bag. Inside is milk tea and cakes:

“There are many, two Let's eat together, okay?"

I did not receive:

“I'm going to be late for practice. Furthermore, Luc Ninh doesn't like to eat sweets."

“Don't like it?”

Bui Than frowned:

“But I remember she once told me that she really liked eating cakes, but because she had to control her weight, she couldn't eat much.”

My breath stopped. Luc Ninh really doesn't like it, because the person who said that was me.

“So can you tell me what she likes now?”

Bui Than said:

“You've made her angry, but you have to calm her down a bit.”

I thought and replied:

“Go buy her a bouquet of flowers. She likes flowers, the brighter the colors the better.”

Bui Than breathed a sigh of relief, finally revealing a hint of a smile:

“Thank you.”

He still didn't retract his hand, continuing to hold the bag towards me:

“You take it and eat it, you can't waste it.”

I looked at those items, was silent for a moment, then shook my head:

“No need, I will buy it myself.”

06 Perhaps the flower bouquet worked, my best friend and Bui Than quickly reconciled. On Friday, she brought back an extremely beautiful bouquet of Mythical roses, humming while placing them in the vase. Bui Than was very generous. For a week straight, our dormitory was filled with the scent of flowers.

“Honey, Bui Than invited me to a five-star restaurant tomorrow, will you come with us?”

My best friend said to me while adjusting the bouquet. I closed my eyes:

“Don't go. You two are a couple going on a date, why should I tag along?"

My best friend let out a "tsk" sound:

“Don't think I don't know that you showed him a way and contributed to building our love. Of course you have to go!”

“Besides…”

She stopped for a moment, her expression a bit strange:

“Actually, when I'm alone with him, I feel a bit uncomfortable.”

“It's like I tried to convince myself that I liked him, but my body's actual reaction didn't work. Do you understand?”