Chapter 1 — Overcoming Difficulties Together

1On the 5th anniversary of their love with Thuong Tai Ngon, he did not return. After having dinner alone, I scrolled through my timeline and saw Thuong Tai Ngon's photo appear in Chu Cam's post. The caption is "lost and then found again", and the photo is the side angle when Thuong Tai Ngon is swiping the card. Zhou Cam only appears part of his hand in the frame. On her long fingers, a ring the size of a pigeon egg sparkled. Boyfriend is so rich, I think. After washing his face and lying on the bed, Thuong Tai Ngon finally returned. He pulled the blanket away, his cold body pressed against mine. I didn't want to touch him, so I tried to hide against the wall. But Thuong Tai Ngon got closer and closer, his big hand slowly crawled up, finally stopping at my wrist. Something cold slid into my fingers. A bit tense. I lifted my hand and saw a ring on my finger. As big as a pigeon egg, exactly like Chu Cam's. It's the same type as her. “Do you like it?” Thuong Tai Ngon asked softly. Under the moonlight, his hair was still wet, drops of water slid from the ends of his hair down his long neck. Thuong Tai Ngon never wears a shirt when he sleeps, water droplets glide over his toned abs and body contours, then slide down his pants. He quietly looked at me, his eyes filled with a bit of pride, as if he was waiting for me to kiss him, like every time I received a gift. "It's so big." I smiled, raised my hand to touch his stomach a few times and said: "But I like something bigger." Thuong Tai Ngon stared at me, his eyes gradually darkening. The next day when I woke up, Thuong Tai Ngon had left. Out of habit, I went to see Chu Cam's personal page, and sure enough, she had posted a new post. Chu Cam is trying on a wedding dress. In one corner of the photo, there is the back of a man. Broad and strong shoulders, slim waist and long, straight legs. That is Thuong Tai Ngon. It's not just me who noticed. A friend from high school left a comment: "Wow — is the groom Thuong Tai Ngon, the male god of the past?" Chu Cam replied with a smile covering his mouth. Below that, many old classmates also commented: "Congratulations to you two, from school uniforms to wedding dresses." "Sure enough, the male god will still be with the goddess in the end."... While I was still blankly looking at the screen, a message from Thuong Tai Ngon suddenly appeared on the top of the phone: "Are you awake? The porridge is in the pot, remember to eat." I put down the phone and sure enough, I saw a bowl of red millet porridge with jujubes Thuong Tai Ngon had cooked in the kitchen. Thuong Tai Ngon's dishes are usually not good, but this porridge dish is quite delicious. I still drank the entire bowl of porridge. I can endure everything, but my stomach cannot endure it. 3The fact that Thuong Tai Ngon married Chu Cam didn't actually surprise me. I have known Thuong Tai Ngon since high school. At that time, he was the most prominent boy in school. He was rich and had such a beautiful face that the whole school noticed him. Excellent academic achievements, won first prize in cello solo in the city. Every Monday, when standing under the flag to give a speech, Thuong Tai Ngon wore a clean white uniform, the eyes of everyone below looking at him, if they could turn into fire, they would have burned a hole in his body. No matter how many girls like Thuong Tai Ngon, in his eyes there will always only be his childhood friend Chu Cam. In short, he is the type of person who is so perfect that it's unreal. So how can I pull you down? After graduating from high school, Thuong Tai Ngon's family went bankrupt. His mother quickly remarried, and his girlfriend, Chu Cam, broke up with him to study abroad. Even so, the number of girls approaching him did not decrease. I was able to stand out just because of luck. We passed the entrance exam to the same university. Furthermore, Chu Cam and I have it

appearance is quite similar. I easily found Thuong Tai Ngon in a bar near the university. At that time, he drank quite a lot. If we say that in the past, Thuong Tai Ngon in a white uniform was a pure, arrogant but aloof male god. When his white shirt was soaked with alcohol, his eyes were as black as obsidian filled with pain, and his throat undulated with each sip of wine, the beauty he exuded was brokenness and instinctive appeal. Like a pearl falling into the mud. While in the bar, both men and women stared at Thuong Tai Ngon with eyes full of lust, but he still only drank himself. Until I smiled and sat down across from him. Thuong Tai Ngon did not raise his head, coldly said: "Go away." "Thuong Tai Ngon," I called his name, "your temper is really bad now." Thuong Tai Ngon raised his head. When he saw my face, his eyes wavered slightly. I took Thuong Tai Ngon back to the rented house. He did not refuse. 4 While lying in bed, I told Thuong Tai Ngon my name, saying we were high school classmates. He said, don't remember. Under the dim light of the bedside lamp, Thuong Tai Ngon's eyes looking at me gradually became alert. I took off my jacket, the straps hung down from my shoulders, he turned away, sat up straight and said he wanted to go home. I looked at his red ears. Release prey that has reached its mouth? No way. I stood up, grabbed his chin and actively kissed him. Thuong Tai Ngon clearly wanted to push me away, but when he saw my face, his resisting hand gradually dropped. I know who you think I am, but I don't care. Moreover, with Thuong Tai Ngon's personality, perhaps this is a rare fall in his life. If you miss it, it's a pity. The only thing that surprised me was Thuong Tai Ngon's extremely clumsy reaction. Oh, so he and Chu Cam have always maintained a pure relationship. That surprised me a bit. After finishing, I sat on the edge of the bed and unconsciously took out a cigarette for women. When I saw Thuong Tai Ngon's eyes, I raised my eyebrows: "Not familiar?" He didn't say anything, just looked at me silently for a moment and then said nonchalantly: "I don't like the smell of cigarettes." I still lit the fire. Thuong Tai Ngon brushed his hair back, revealing some discomfort in his expression. "I'm going," he said. I raised my hand and pointed to the side: "The door is over there." Thuong Tai Ngon stood up but did not leave. He walked around, opened the window for fresh air, found the washing machine and washed his dirty shirt himself. “I can't go out like this,” he explained. I paid him no attention. Thuong Tai Ngon walked around in the living room, then turned around, bent down next to the bed and asked: "Does it hurt?" His eyes looked at me for a moment, then gradually moved down, stopping at my lips. I put out my cigarette and calmly replied: "It's only been five minutes, it's not that bad." Thuong Tai Ngon's face darkened. Maybe it's due to pride. He didn't say anything more, but his eyes gradually became gloomy. When I realized it, Thuong Tai Ngon had put one hand on the wall, the other hand hugged my waist, surrounded me in a small space and kissed me hard. He progressed quickly. When I bumped into the headboard, I bit my lip and didn't say anything else.