Chapter 2 — My Wife Is A Man

Doctor Phuong tidied up the medicine box and sighed helplessly: "You follow me back to pick up the medicine. Apply medicine to his wrist three times a day. Besides, you can massage him during normal times." Throughout the process, Hua Mich remained silent, as if the injured person was not him. I could only follow the doctor's instructions to get medicine, then quickly return. Upon arriving, he discovered that Hua Mich was still sitting in the same position, not moving at all. I did as I was told and gave him medicine. "Why are you injured like this?" Hua Mich didn't want to say. Just quietly watching me busy. Waiting for everything to be over, he opened his mouth: "You don't have to do these things." I frowned and immediately objected: "Why don't you need to? You are my mother... the one who will spend the day with me." Hua Mich smiled coldly, repeating my words: "Stay the day?" I gently held his wrist. His skin is much smoother than mine, very comfortable to touch. "Yes, from now on we will rely on each other to live. Don't worry, I will definitely treat you well. Although... you don't seem to like me very much." Hua Mich looked at me, without any emotion in her eyes. I don't understand why I feel nervous, I just smile brightly at him. His eyes wavered briefly, but quickly turned away. The corner of my lips stiffened, it seemed like he really didn't like me much. It's okay, I'll try, try to make him like me a little. By the time everything was finished, it was already late. There is only one bed in the house. Surely Hua Mich will not sleep with me. So I took an old blanket and mattress and spread it on the ground, temporarily lying there. "I sleep a lot, but you are injured, just lie on the bed." Actually, I still hope he will say something and sleep together. But Hua Mich didn't say another word, just turned around and lay down. Hearing the steady sound of breathing gradually resound above, my heart fluttered slightly. I gingerly sat up, held Hua Mich's right hand and gently massaged it. While he was sleeping, I couldn't help but whisper softly: "Even though we just met for the first time, I already like you. I hope in the future... you will like me a little too..." In the dark night, I didn't notice that Hua Mich's little finger trembled slightly. 3Hua Mich is good everywhere, he just doesn't like to talk. I remembered what the matchmaker said that he was shy, so he wasn't in a hurry. If you stay together for a long time, you will naturally get used to it. After returning home from work one day, thinking about having such a handsome person waiting for me at home, I immediately felt happy. "Hua Mich, I'm home!" I carried the box of cakes I just bought and walked in. Hua Mich was sitting in the yard reading the voice book I had picked up, only raising her head to glance at me. I happily sat down next to him, glanced at the book in his hand: "Hua Mich, you're really good, it turns out you're literate." Hua Mich's hand holding the book tightened slightly. I didn't notice that unusual look, just opened the oil paper, lifted the cake in front of him: "This is the best cake in my town, Hua Mich, will you try it?" Hua Mich frowned, turned his head: "Don't eat." The cake is still hot, the fragrance is extremely seductive. I thought he was too shy to eat it. "Try it, it's really delicious." I brought it a little closer. Unexpectedly, Hua Mich was angry for some reason. He waved his hand and knocked the cake away: "I said not to eat, did you not understand?" I was stunned, looking at the cake falling to the ground, feeling a bit sorry. Luckily, half of it was still broken in a layer of oiled paper and could still be eaten. I picked it up and carefully stored it in my heart, not letting it go to waste. Hua Mich frowned and stared at the book in her hand, not turning the page for a long time. I blinked and suddenly understood - I was bothering him with his reading. "Sorry Hua Mich, just read slowly, I'll go cook first." Until evening, Hua Mich still didn't say a word to me. I scratched my head, thinking about how to comfort him. Finally, bring it all

The old phone book was hidden at the bottom of the chest. Holding a stack of books, I sat on the side of the bed and softly called: "Hua Mich, are you sleeping?" Hua Mich did not answer. I gently placed the pile of books on his pillow: "In the future, I will definitely not bother you reading anymore. I still have a few more books here, can you consider this as penance?" The room was unusually quiet, only my mumbling could be heard. I took his injured hand and gently massaged it: "If I had known that you liked reading, I would have prepared a lot for you. But the matchmaker said you were shy and refused to meet me first, so we missed a lot of time together..." "What nonsense are you talking about?" — Hua Mich suddenly spoke up on the bed.