Rebirth: It's Not You, It's Me

"Baby, please stop laughing at me. I know I was wrong. I will try not to go there again in the future."

"You'd better go. The beauties there are more gentle and won't hit you."

"I like being hit by you. If you don't hit me, I will feel uncomfortable!"

"Ahem... Mom and I are still here. Candu, look at how shameless you are. You even like being beaten by Luoluo. It's really disgusting."

“Sister, Chan goes there every month and says there’s no one he cares about there. I really don’t believe it.”

"He likes the anime there, and the clothes. And don't you find that he and Gojo Satoru have very similar personalities? And their appearances are also very similar."

"Indeed, I was wondering why I liked Chandu. He and my favorite Gojo Satoru have too much overlap."

"You like Gojo Satoru because you like me, right?"

"Maybe! Hehe..." Can and I smiled at each other with our eyes filled with tears.

"You two are so cheesy!"

"No way?" I felt a little shy when someone discovered my feelings.

"Baby, eat this." Candu kept picking food for me.

"I can pick it up myself, you can eat your own."

"okay."

"Oh, our Chandu is so good and obedient." The sister teased Chandu.

“Being in love makes me happy.”

"It will also make you fall in love." When my sister said this, we all laughed.

“I like being love-brained.”

"Luo Luo, if you were to slap him, would he feel sorry for the pain in your hand?"

"Yes!" Before I could say anything, Candu learned to answer quickly.

The sister held her forehead with her hand, saying that she was really speechless about her brother.

Just like that, after the meal, my sister drove my mother home.

Chan drove me home.

"Baby, I missed you. I love you."

"I miss you too."

Chandu drove with one hand and held my hand with the other.

The feeling at this moment is very sweet.

After returning home, Chandu, who is always full of energy, suddenly wanted to dance, a duet.

I walked barefoot on his feet, followed his steps, and danced to the beautiful melody.

"Baby, the house I bought in Shanghai is ready for renovation. What style do you like?"

"Just make the decision yourself!"

"This is the wedding room I prepared for us in the future. How can the hostess not participate in the decoration?"

"Then let's start decorating next year! I'm a bit busy this year."

"Okay, let's first confirm the decoration style and find a good decoration company this year."

"no problem."

"What style do you like, babe?"

"I like rooms with large French windows and a wide view. The room should have a large fireplace. It's very cold outside in winter, and a fireplace will make you feel warm and at home. The bathroom should have a bathtub. I like to take a bath. The bed should be custom-made. You are very tall, and ordinary beds are a bit small."

"Baby, you're so nice." He said as he moved closer to each other.

"Oppa, what kind of style do you like?"

"I only have one request, just leave me a studio."

"Okay!" I agreed generously.

Chandu looked at me lovingly.

"Can we go have a little day tomorrow?"

"Yes, sure! I want to see you cosplay as Gojo Satoru. Your height, figure and appearance are exactly the same as what I imagined Gojo Satoru to be."

"What about you, babe? What are you cosplaying?"

"How about me cosplaying as Kitagawa?"

"Kitagawa is the only girl Gojo Satoru likes. You are also the only one I like."

"The only one? When you were serving in the military, he said you had a girlfriend. He also said that when he was with you, you cheated on me more than 10 times in three years. Why didn't you give an explanation after you finished your service?" Although I knew these were all fake, I still wanted to tease him.

"I was not allowed to appear in the news during my military service, and the company did not allow me to respond in order to keep me popular." Chandu explained in a very serious manner.

I burst out laughing. Chandu saw my expression and understood.

"You knew it was fake, didn't you?"

"It's not like I don't have a brain and I believe every piece of news."

"It's really important to have a smart wife."

"But I'm super petty and I get jealous."

"I understand, otherwise you wouldn't be my girlfriend now!"

"Hehe...Oppa Chalangheyo!" My soft and sweet words made this sudden confession make Chandu's smile even more intense.

"Baby, your irresistible attraction makes it impossible for me not to be fascinated by you."

"Oppa, I want to learn guitar. Can you teach me?" I deliberately changed the subject.

"Okay, you little rascal, you did it on purpose!"

“Hehe…” Knowing that I did it on purpose, Candu would also dote on me infinitely.

"Baby, come, let me teach you." Chandu picked me up with one hand and took me to his studio.

"But this is your guitar. If I, who doesn't know how to play an instrument, practice on it, will it break?"

"Others can't move, but you can. You are my preference."

"Then I'm welcome."

Chandu sat behind me and taught me how to play the guitar step by step.

The gentle and delicate Chandu is very different from usual. Maybe it’s because he really loves music, so he is like this!

"Baby, put your hands here." Chan was very patient and taught me, step by step, how to place my hands and what tone each string represented.

As a person who never gave up learning, I quickly learned to play his music.

"Baby, is it true that you can't play the guitar?"

"Hmm!" I said, making sure I wouldn't.

"You learn really fast then!"

"I can play many instruments, so I guess it's because they're all string instruments that I learn faster."

"I really can't imagine how smart our future children will be."

I didn't say anything, just turned my head and looked at him steadily.

He understood what I meant and said to me, "Are you laughing at me for not being smart?" Then he angrily moved me from in front of him and put me on his lap with great ease.

I put my guitar aside, and seeing his expression, I was afraid that he would bump into the guitar.

Then Chandu started to express his dissatisfaction with me.

"Don't you think I'm smart?"

"He's really a bit silly!" This good looks is simply exchanged for intelligence. How can I admit that he is smart and praise him against my conscience? I can't do it.

I couldn't help laughing again. This laugh made Chan fall into self-doubt.

"I don't care. I was able to catch up with you because I'm smart. Otherwise, why would you sit on my lap?"

"Okay! I can't refute this."

"Just tell me!" This tall and mighty man is now like a little child, struggling over whether he is smart or not.

"Oppa, let's go to bed early. We have to go out and play tomorrow!"

When Chandu had that wicked grin on his face, I knew something was wrong.

This is going to be a rough night, especially since I just offended this man.