Chapter 7 — The Sick Love Trap

I touched the scars on his wrist and nodded slightly in agreement. Just as I thought, Pho Tuan had a thousand ways to keep me there. Those wounds, he intentionally let me see. Because he knew I was moved. Otherwise, he wouldn't have appeared right after I took the sleeping pills. Maybe there are people next to me watching. The so-called "give me freedom" has never existed. He was greedy and wanted me completely, body and soul. Those scars are nothing more than a blatant threat: if I don't agree, he will continue to destroy himself. He knew I loved him, knew I would be sad. He was sure, I would definitely nod.10I followed Pho Tuan back to our old house. As soon as he entered the door, he was like a starving man reincarnated, pressing me against the wall and kissing me. While I was still breathing heavily, he quickly took off my hoodie, grabbed my leg with one hand and lifted me up, intending to carry me into the bedroom. When he leaned down to kiss again, I put my index finger to his lips. "I agree to be with you, but I have conditions." That's right, it wasn't until now that I remembered that I had to give Pho Tuan conditions. He rubbed his nose against the bridge of my nose, his hoarse voice urging: "Hurry." I deliberately did not give him satisfaction, slowly said: "First, you must be good, don't go crazy." "Okay." – he quickly replied. “Second, you must be absolutely faithful to me, no one else is allowed.” “Of course.” – he immediately agreed. "Third, you must give me freedom, not be tied down, not interfere with my work and social relationships, and not play any more tricks." "Yes." - His voice was choked, clearly showing his unwillingness. I ignored it and continued to say: "Fourth, I don't want it, then you can't ask for it." This time he didn't answer immediately, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. I couldn't help it, raised my hand and gently poked his chest: "Do you hear me clearly... um..." He didn't answer, he directly blocked my lips, kissed until my head was dizzy, then leaned close to my ear, resolutely refused: "This is not okay." Then he did not give me a chance to say more. When I woke up, it was noon the next day. I sat up, ran my hand through my hair, and discovered that there was a ring on my ring finger. The design is very simple, the inside is engraved with the words XJ&FX. Not like the ones sold on the market, but like they were handmade. “Do you like it?” - Pho Tuan asked while re-buttoning my nightgown. "When?" – I asked. “Last year.” I didn't ask anymore. I know why he didn't show it at that time. Because at that time I absolutely wouldn't wear it, I wouldn't even let him publicize our relationship, so how could I proudly wear a couple ring? But now it's different, since I chose to return, that means I accepted him to go public. He knelt down on one knee, lifted my hand, gently kissed my ring finger, then raised his head and looked at me solemnly: "I'm not a good person. But if you want me to be good, I can listen. I can suppress my nature, suppress the tyranny in my heart, I can be a good person - as long as you agree to stay with me forever." "Okay." – I grabbed his hand, squeezing it tightly with all ten fingers. This time, I chose Pho Tuan.