Chapter 5 — Loving You Is A Lifetime Order

17 In front of Lo Hanh Gian, I cried and sobbed, grabbed the box and ran straight home. Mom pulled me back and asked: "How are you and Hanh Gian going?" I was speechless for a few seconds: "We... don't have a relationship at all." Mom rolled her eyes: "No love? Are you kidding me? You two see each other every day, he even buys this and that for you. If that's not love, then what is it?!" The corner of my eye twitched - why, after listening to my mother's words, I suddenly felt... like a prostitute? "We..." Just as I was about to explain, my mother rudely interrupted me: "I already knew when you said 'we', so why deny it anymore! Mom and Dad both support you two loving each other, Hanh Gian has been in front of our eyes since childhood, I feel very secure. I'm just afraid that you will betray him..." The more I listened, the more absurd it became. What do I spare him? My mother was just like a genuine couple fan, regardless of what the two main characters thought, she "shipped" it herself to the point of being absorbed, without me providing any further details, she immediately sent me back to my room. All afternoon, I sat in front of the computer drafting an outline for a comic. Because the previous Linh Mieu series did not have an outline, the ending was drawn a bit hastily, and was cursed by many readers as "short-lived". So with Waiting for Flowers to Bloom Slowly, I must give an ending that will satisfy most readers. At seven o'clock in the evening, I was too busy having dinner. My parents couldn't help but call Lo Hanh Gian directly and dragged me out of the room without a word. I couldn't concentrate while eating, my mind was full of thinking about the outline. Because of the deadlock, I really wanted to find someone to discuss with, so I asked Lo Hanh Gian a few questions. Unexpectedly, he clearly understood every detail of each chapter. “The male lead doesn't give up his dream because of the female lead, but because the female lead has a dream.” I was stunned looking at his serious face, suddenly remembering when I was twelve years old, when I went to the clinic to get medicine, Lo Hanh Gian was helping my grandfather prepare the medicine. There was a naughty child kicking a ball in the room. One kick knocked over the pot of medicine. At that moment, I didn't think anything and immediately used my body to block the boiling pot of medicine to protect Lo Hanh Gian's precious hands. “Thank you.” He suddenly spoke up. I bowed my head and ate my rice, not responding. After a while, he asked again: "When are you going to let the male lead confess his love?" I deliberately teased him: "What kind of confession? The female lead sees him as a brother." Lo Hanh Gian softly said "oh" in a faint voice: "So you like taboo love." 18 That statement from Lo Hanh Gian made me... not know how to refute it. I opened my phone and went to Quark to look at the bookshelves, discovering that out of ten books, eight of them were "taboo" topics - Brother-in-law and me, Half-brother and me, Professor and me... Wait... it seems I really like this genre... Suddenly a cool fingertip pressed against my neck, Lo Hanh Gian slowly said: "Heart rate 132, what are you nervous about?" I felt like I was being electrocuted. I jumped up and pushed him away: "I'm not stressed, I'm not stressed! You're the one who's stressed!" Lo Hanh Gian squinted his eyes, reached out to pull me back, held the acupuncture needle and aimed it straight at my wrist: "I'm not stressed. If I was stressed, you would be in pain." Wait… why does this sentence sound so strange? I patted my face, trying to clear away all the thoughts related to word games and miscellaneous meanings in my head. Lo Hanh Gian held my right hand again: "Don't pat anymore. My face is getting rounder and rounder.” I glared: "Do you dare to say my face is fat?" Lo Hanh Gian: "Don't dare." After saying that, he injected another needle into my arm. I frowned in pain and unconsciously bit my lower lip. He glanced over: "Cry if it hurts, don't bite your lip." "If you scream in the middle of the night, aren't you afraid that people will misunderstand you?" “Take off your shirt.” "Huh?" I thought I heard wrong. Lo Hanh Gian: "That makes people misunderstand." My face suddenly turned red and I immediately decided to keep my mouth shut, because I couldn't say anything more than this "Dr. Lo has both medical skills and verbal skills". After the injection, I wanted to borrow two medical books from him, so I followed him home. His house is a duplex on the top floor, the book room is on the upper floor. I rarely come here, because before there was a complete human skeleton in the room. I was scared once so I didn't dare go upstairs anymore. Now that I'm older, I still feel as scared as before. Seeing me stop at the stairs, Lo Hanh Gian suddenly said: "The human skeleton has been taken away." Only then did I confidently step up and follow him to the bookshelf. He pointed to the wall full of books: "Choose comfortably." Lo Hanh Gian turned to arrange the desk, and I slowly selected books. Suddenly, I glanced at the opposite wall hanging a meridian diagram, next to a yellowed comic book manuscript. In the painting is a little girl with garlic hair tied in her hair identifying medicinal herbs, next to her is a smiling teenager looking at her, observing and correcting mistakes. Isn't this a draft I scribbled a long time ago? I stood on tiptoe and was about to take it down when a hand suddenly came up and held it back. “Want to steal my things?” “Your stuff?” — I snorted, “Obviously I draw.” He suddenly bent down, his breath brushing my cheek: "Drawing is me." I countered: “And I am too.” Lo Hanh Gian smiled: "Yes... So if you want to take it back, you have to take me too." I turned away confused, trying to distance myself: "I... don't understand." He held my wrist tightly, bowed his head and looked straight into my eyes: "I like you, Phuong Trung Ha." My breathing seemed to stop. Then a gentle kiss suddenly fell. “Like you… a lot.” 19 Is this a kiss "lovemaking" or "engagement"? My hand has recovered, but I have a headache because I can't think of a title for the new chapter. I asked Ngoc Me which one I should choose. Ngoc Me scorned: 【Everything is bad, the story's development speed is still inferior to yours.】 I was embarrassed: 【What development, I don't understand.】 Ngoc Me: 【Don't pretend, you and "that person" are dating, right?】 I was even more embarrassed: 【Let's put it that way.】 Already kissed - you kissed me. Confessed his love — he confessed his love. So I guess I'm in love. Ngoc Me: 【Okay, this time you can draw comfortably, even if your hand hurts, the "doctor's family" will still worry, you have to draw for me for the rest of my life.】 I held the phone and giggled, then Lo Hanh Gian suddenly appeared and asked: "What makes you laugh so happily?" "Secret." He didn't ask any more questions, but suddenly grabbed my left hand and put something on my wrist - an ink-colored wrist guard with intricately embroidered patterns. I exclaimed in surprise, raising my hand to look at it: "So beautiful!" Where did you buy it?” Lo Hanh Gian replied: "Custom made." “There is a certain female comic artist who complains all day that the wrist guards on Taobao are too bad, affecting her creative inspiration.” I pouted: "You secretly looked at my Weibo again!" He calmly said: “It shows up on the page My boss, not secretly watching.” … Okay then. That day I also tried surfing the follow list on Weibo, scrolling through hundreds of fans and saw Lo Hanh Gian's account. Unexpectedly, he has been following me for a long time. On his personal page, the introduction reads: "Lo - Phuong's fate, medicine and disaster are of the same mind." I was stunned for a long time - it turns out, he had already put me in his heart. I gently stroked the protective belt, my heart filled with sweetness, and asked: "This must be very expensive to order separately, I don't have money to pay for it~" Lo Hanh Gian raised his eyebrows, touched his forehead lightly to mine, and laughed softly: "So... how about another way to repay the debt?" The moment I opened my mouth to speak, my breath was taken away, leaving me speechless. The kiss lasted a long time. Lo Hanh Gian gently rubbed the tip of my nose: "Is that okay?" I gasped, then gently bit his lip as a form of wordless protest. He smiled softly, leaned down and pressed his lips again. “I know… I like it.” Later, on New Year's Eve, I suddenly remembered that a few years ago he had said he would bring his girlfriend home to meet him. Why didn't you give it in the end? He seemed to have lost his mind and said: "There is no such thing." I ran to ask my mother-in-law. She smiled brightly like a flower: "Oh, you said he was Hanh Gian's cousin." Turns out… tricked me! I turned around and punched someone in the back who was cooking. He immediately grabbed me and stuffed a fried meatball into my mouth: "Wife, don't be angry during Tet." I hugged his waist and acted coyly: "I want a big lucky money." He leaned down and gently kissed the corner of my lips, gently saying "Yes." "Okay." — Hoan —