Chapter 1 — My Childish Husband

My husband - Luc Kinh Bach - after waking up from the car accident, became very strange. He no longer clings to me, often doesn't come home at night, or makes excuses to go drinking with some good friends. I asked if anything happened, but he just looked like he wanted to talk again. Seven years into my marriage, I realized that perhaps the “seven year itch” had arrived. I tried to propose a divorce, Luc Kinh Bach immediately showed a look of crazy joy. My heart sank to the bottom, I thought he had a baby. While he was in the kitchen cooking, I secretly looked at his phone. I couldn't find anyone suspicious, but I accidentally saw a note in his "Reminder" section: 【What to do now! As soon as I woke up, I discovered that I had changed from 17 years old to 27 years old, and I was still with my senior sister - my pure love - but she was a minor interfering in their marriage, it would collapse……】 After reading this sentence, my mind was full of question marks. 1 I learned about Luc Kinh Bach's accident three days after it happened. I quickly ran back from another place, feeling both urgent and angry. I'm angry that you encountered such a big problem and didn't tell me. Pushing open the door of the hospital room, Luc Kinh Bach lay on the bed, his face pale, sleeping. Luckily it wasn't too serious and didn't lose any arms or legs. I sat down on the chair next to him, quietly looking at him, he finally opened his eyes. I was just about to speak when I clearly saw him freeze, then his face became awkward. I didn't take that small change to heart. As always, I leaned down and kissed his forehead. "Are you awake? Is there anything uncomfortable?" Luc Kinh Bach's ears immediately turned red and he called out in a low voice: "Sister..." I slightly raised my eyebrows - since getting married, he hasn't called me "sister" for a long time. I am three years older than him, calling me that will remind him of this age gap, afraid that I will consider him a child, so he always wants to prove he is a man in front of me. Hearing that "sister", I unconsciously thought he was being a spoiled brat, afraid that I would blame him for hiding the accident. I lightly flicked his forehead: "Luc Kinh Bach, there won't be a next time, do you know how much I worry about you?" His eyes sparkled with joy: "Sister, I'm really okay... you're so beautiful now..." I snorted: "Don't act like a babe." "I'm not, really... I'm thirty years old and still so beautiful..." The more Luc Kinh Bach spoke, the more embarrassed he became. I reached out my right hand and touched his forehead: "Are you stupid after being hit by a car?" Luc Kinh Bach shook his head and said softly: "No... I'm fine, oh right, now... what kind of relationship are we in?" As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes fell on the wedding ring on my ring finger. His expression immediately looked like the sky was falling. “You're married... why are you still kissing me?” I frowned: "What? After getting married, I can't kiss you anymore? Who forced me to kiss your forehead every day?" Normally, Luc Kinh Bach often plays tricks, plays all kinds of roles, so I don't pay attention for now. His body suddenly stiffened, his cheeks turned red like blood. It's been a long time since I've seen such a "pure" Luc Kinh Bach, it feels really new. “Are you running out of things to say?” – I reached out and grabbed his collar, bent down and bit hard on his lips. His face became even redder, his hands and feet were frantic, his eyes were lost. Acting "innocent" is a bit too much. Only then did I realize — it looked Luc Kinh Bach was really hit and his head was damaged. "Doctor!" – I immediately rushed out to call. Luc Kinh Bach quickly pulled me back: "Sister! I'm fine! Really! I haven't broken my head, nor lost my memory!" His strength was so strong that he almost pulled me down onto the hospital bed. I looked at him suspiciously: "Are you really okay?" He shook his head frantically, his peach blossom eyes widening: "You're very healthy now." Reflexively, I lowered my eyes to look at his hand — clearly seeing him clenching it into a fist. What a liar. 2 I still felt uneasy so I called the doctor to examine Luc Kinh Bach. The doctor said: "It's just a concussion, it's okay, but the possibility of sequelae cannot be ruled out, requiring hospitalization for monitoring." Hearing that it was okay, I temporarily breathed a sigh of relief. I tried to force him to stay in the hospital for three more days before being discharged. But I still feel strange inside - Luc Kinh Bach has been too obedient lately. Even the "destructive" things are much less. I changed clothes right in front of him, he blushed and turned away, different from before - always lurking to "attack" me, even squeezing my chest. As soon as I got to the door, I unlocked it and walked in. Luc Kinh Bach stood in the doorway, looking hesitant. I turned around and looked: "Why don't you come in?" He stammered: "This... isn't very good..." I squinted my eyes: "Luc Kinh Bach, have you done something wrong?" “Is there… no one at home?” I thought he was asking about the maid - her daughter-in-law had just given birth so she took time off to take care of her. "No, it's just the two of us. Whatever you want for dinner, I'll cook it for you." Although Luc Kinh Bach was not seriously injured, his body was covered in scabs. I think it's better if you don't move your hands and feet. Unexpectedly, hearing "no one's home", he immediately appeared happy, but also a little embarrassed: "No need, let me cook for you. I know how to make many dishes." To be honest, Luc Kinh Bach's cooking skills are not very good, he can eat food but his taste is mediocre. I have always deliberately complimented him to please him, otherwise I wouldn't have to hire a maid to cook. Seeing that he was excited, I didn't stop him. Soon he finished making three savory dishes and one soup. In "color - flavor - taste", only the word "color" can be achieved. I took a piece to taste — I didn't expect it to be worse than the dish he made last week. “How are you, sis?” I smiled: "It's... okay." He just picked it up and ate it. I glanced suspiciously — it's true that cooking yourself never tastes bad. Luckily, I'm not too picky about eating. I tried very hard to finish the entire bowl of rice. Before he could put down his chopsticks, he heard Luc Kinh Bach say: "Tonight... I'll go out to sleep." “?” "Luc Kinh Bach, you have a bed and can't sleep, but you want to go out? What's wrong with you?" “This… isn't good, and my body is still injured.” Luc Kinh Bach bowed his head, his eyes not daring to look around. It turns out that's it. I withdrew my questioning gaze. “It's okay, just sleep next to me, I won't touch your wound.” Luc Kinh Bach quickly waved his hand: "It's not that I'm afraid of you touching me... but... could someone suddenly come to my house?" I didn't bother to listen to his nonsense, grabbed his collar and dragged him straight to the bedroom. I pushed him down on the bed, bit his lips, and lightly slid my fingers across his chest: "Tieu Bach, why are you pretending to be pure? I didn't like it before, especially when there was no one at home." Who, what are you doing in this bed? At first I just intended to tease, but unexpectedly I heard him suddenly say loudly: "Sorry! I didn't know I was that bad!” I was startled by his tone, gently lifted his chin: "What's wrong?" Why are you suddenly so serious?” Luc Kinh Bach immediately pushed me away, stood aside, his cheeks were red, not daring to look straight: "Kieu Nhan, I like you, I really like you... but I'm wrong about this." I raised my eyebrows: “Wrong? Did you do something wrong to me?” He faltered: "I... I..." Then, reflexively, he reached out to cover his bottom - the place that was tense. Even so, just now he still pushed me away. If I don't even realize that Luc Kinh Bach has a problem, then I'm really stupid. My newly raised excitement immediately disappeared, my voice turned cold: "Go out and sleep on the sofa." Hearing that, his whole body stiffened. I thought he would boldly turn around and flatter me, but he quietly turned around and walked out. “…” Just what the hell is going on?