Chapter 2 — People Come Later But It's Fate

Ky Chuoc didn't bother to raise his head, but replied very smoothly: "I sleep on the ground next to the sofa. If you roll down, you'll fall on me, sleeping on me, with a meat cushion." I think you're being sarcastic, I don't believe it's true. Who would leave an empty bed and sleep on the ground just to make a living mattress for someone else? Is Ky Chuoc that crazy? Seeing that he had no intention of solving it, I gritted my teeth and suggested: "Let's go out and rent a hotel to sleep for the night, Ky Chuoc, I'll pay. Change to another bed tomorrow." Ky Chuoc didn't care: "If you want to go, go on your own. I won't leave this place." 7 Ky Chuoc bowed his head and did not look at me. I started to get impatient. I can't tell if he's really changed, wants to chase me away, or is just seriously suggesting it. But looking at his lips pursed so tightly that they turned white, listening to that restrained, gritted-teeth voice... I understood one thing - if I really dare to step out of here, it's over. The thought of wanting to leave was immediately extinguished. I had to go into the water and change the subject: "Okay, if you don't go, I won't go either. I want to take a bath, can you lend me some clothes? Ky Chuoc, it's just a small request like this, can you give it to me?" Ky Chuoc - who had always looked cold - suddenly stopped: "Just... just one set of clothes?" Only then did I remember what was wrong — I didn't even bring a change of underwear. The top shirt was fine, but the bottom... I didn't want to lose face, so I pretended to be calm: "Just wash and dry it." Ky Chuoc's throat slid up and down, he pretended to go back out: "I'm going to buy disposable clothes..." I immediately held him back, embarrassed to the point of exasperation: "It's too rough, I can't wear it!" While he was still stunned, I continued to approach: "You will help me dry, right? I don't want to go out naked..." Before he could finish his sentence, Ky Chuoc's ears turned red, and he immediately shouted softly, interrupting: "Go take a shower quickly!" 8 As soon as I finished rubbing the small piece of cloth in my hand, I immediately gave it to Ky Chuoc without any shame. He took it very quickly, his voice a bit strange: "Was it washed?" My face was full of question marks. I didn't realize there was any regret in his words - I just thought to myself that Ky Chuoc has really changed his mind, he's so cruel now. Then continued to bathe and sing. The water heater in the old dormitory took a long time to adjust. The water was only slightly warm, but when poured on the body, it felt cold. The next moment it was even worse — the water was so weak that it was a trickle. I frowned and angrily adjusted the water mixing valve over and over again. Finally got some warm water to temporarily rinse. The result... the water was completely shut off. Can't stand it anymore. I quickly put on the only soft t-shirt that Ky Chuoc found. Loose, knee-length shirt. Just as I was about to call Ky Chuoc to ask if he had dried his clothes, the loosely hanging showerhead suddenly sprayed water wildly, wetting me all over. I panicked: "Ky Chuoc! Quickly save me! Ky Chuoc!" I forgot to lock the door when I brought the things. Ky Chuoc, as if he had been standing outside waiting, immediately appeared. I didn't think anything, jumped into his arms, felt sorry for myself and said: "Your house... the shower is bullying me!" Ky Chuoc leaned over and turned off the faucet. His clothes were also soaked. The wet fabric stuck between the two of them, as if there was no longer any distance. His voice was stiff: "Let me go first." 9 Being doused with cold water, plus the room had air conditioning on It's cold, whatever happens happens. That night, I had a high fever. Mouth dry, thirsty until I wake up. My whole body was exhausted, I sleepily got out of bed. But suddenly I felt... something strange under my feet. Why is the floor so soft? Could it be that Ky Chuoc was so kind and secretly spread the carpet for me? Curiosity aroused, I sat down and touched it. My fingertips touched a slightly bumpy spot. I unconsciously squeezed and rubbed... "Umm—" A choked moan rang out in my ear. My mind was hazy, I blinked slowly. This... carpet has a recording? Real bad. I plan to try again. Suddenly the "carpet" below rose up. My fingers reflexively tightened. My hand was pulled up in front of my face by something. Ky Chuoc turned on the night light, his face cold and gloomy: "Haven't weaned yet?" Only then did I slowly realize that I was taking up the bed, so Ky Chuoc must have spread out the mat to lie on the ground. So… just now wasn't that a disaster? Thinking about his question, I shook my head. Then he contradicted himself, bowed his head — biting hard. Amid his groans of pain, I innocently looked up and asked: "I can't bite off... are you not real?" After saying that, he felt sorry for himself: "I just want to take a sip, so I won't let you... do you hate me that much?" Ky Chuoc was both angry and amused, looking at the clearly white bite marks on his body. Gritting his teeth: "Yes, I hate you to death." But just as he was about to take me down, he discovered that my body was unusually hot. His face changed color, his action from pushing away changed to hugging tightly. I felt a cool feeling on my forehead - Ky Chuoc bowed his head, frowned and measured the temperature: "I still have to use a thermometer." It's just that, before I could put myself down, I reflexively leaned closer. Lips touching, my voice was hoarse: "Tongue is too hot..." The corners of Ky Chuoc's lips were licked by me until they were wet, but he still restrained himself and refused to cooperate. Just looking at me from above with eyes I couldn't understand. I was almost about to cry, pitifully pleading: "Just one... just a little..." Finally, the back of my neck was pressed down hard. 10 When I woke up early in the morning, I only felt that my tongue was sore and my legs were sore. My mind hasn't finished warming up yet, I'm a bit dazed, not paying much attention. Until he saw the note that Ky Chuoc left behind. I've gone to work, the porridge is still hot in the pot, remember to take your medicine. Medicine? Embarrassing memories of not being able to look straight immediately came back - the pill that he "inserted" with a kiss, the tooth marks on Ky Chuoc's body, and the red and swollen bruises... And his gritted teeth saying: "I hate you to death." My life is over... Am I about to be kicked out? Having quickly eaten a few pieces of porridge, I immediately rushed straight to the largest shopping center in the city. That's right. The way I apologized… was simple — buying a gift. I immediately chose a few items: tie, vest, and finally my eye was drawn to a watch. The watch face is made from meteorite stone, bordered with dark blue sapphire - looking exactly like Ky Chuoc's eyes in the deep night, the only light in the darkness. The more I look, the more satisfied I feel. I was just about to ask the staff to wrap it up when... "pop", a card was slapped down right in front of me. That arrogant posture belongs to To Lang. Her body is full of luxury brands, her face is full of arrogance and intimidation. I raised my eyebrows, finally finding memories of her in a small corner of my memory. A young lady once pursued Pho Hoan, but was rejected. Core The salesperson was sweating: "Sorry lady, this lady saw it first." To Lang's eyes were full of contempt, glancing at the clothes I was wearing - Ky Chuoc's thin hoodie, shorts bought with food from outside. Only the shoes seem to be worth a little. She sarcastically said: "Ninh Giao, you've left Mr. Pho and you still don't know your identity? A watch of several million is not something a poor person like you can buy." I didn't bother arguing - time was pressing, I had to bring a surprise to Ky Chuoc later. So he deliberately looked at her from head to toe, laughing contemptuously: "How many million is the watch? At most, it only suits you." Then turn around and show your card to pay. On the invoice, the eye-catching number of 20 million made To Lang's face turn red. She frantically withdrew the card, finally revealing her true purpose. Throwing a stack of photos in front of me, his face was full of malice: "Don't be too proud, Ninh Giao - this time Mr. Pho really hates you." 11 I found a cake shop, sat down and slowly flipped through the photos. In the photo, Pho Hoan bowed his head to look at the girl in front of him. His gentle eyes gently lifted her chin, letting her shyly hide in his arms. Completely different from his usual cold and gloomy appearance. But those eyes... were exactly the same as when he used to look at me. The fleeting gentleness of the person standing on high is always painted as love, but in reality it is just a kind of handout — grace. As long as you believe it's true, that's when you start falling into the abyss with no way out. Just like I used to be. At that time, my parents passed away early. To pay off my debt, even though I'm still in college, I have to work three jobs a day. The stomach contracted painfully because of fasting for too long. I gritted my teeth and endured it. But then, one evening when I poured wine for Pho Hoan, I couldn't stand it anymore, my shaking hands caused the wine to spill on him. The manager immediately pushed me to the ground and forced me to kneel and apologize. Pho Hoan didn't say anything, he immediately tried to slap me. I knelt on the cold floor, dizzy, and could only curl up and hold my stomach in pain. That slap, because of my instinctive movement to avoid it, I was lucky to escape. The manager panicked and grabbed my hair and pulled me up. Under the bright light, I couldn't help but cry.