Chapter 2, Chapter 2. A sentence suddenly squeezed into Pei Xi's mind...

A faint voice suddenly entered Pei Xi's mind.

"Baby, help me take off my glasses."

A chill ran down my spine.

The young man swallowed hard, his gaze flickering as if he wanted to look away.

There's no escaping it.

My gaze was as if it were framed, unable to shift even an inch.

Forced to look each other in the eye.

The eyes beneath the gray half-rimmed glasses had pupils as dark and brooding as ink, with slightly upturned corners that made them hard not to appear sharp. Even standing under the overhead light, they were still difficult to see clearly.

Pei Qi felt a dull ache in her appendix and buttocks, and her dimples added to her embarrassment.

Suddenly, the feeling of being enveloped by strength disappeared, leaving only a trace of warmth in the palm that didn't belong to him.

The man released him, his tone still polite: "Please sit down."

But his eyes remained sharp, as if they possessed a natural penetrating power.

Pei Qi lowered his eyes and sat down a beat later.

"Would you like something to drink?" The man handed over his phone.

Nowadays, it's common for coffee shops to offer online ordering via QR code.

Before Pei Xi could recover, she slowly and hurriedly reached out her hand, but before she could touch the machine, she pulled her hand back: "Just... a latte is fine."

Guan Yue: "There are many types of latte, you can take a look."

The young man pursed his lower lip slightly: "The signature dish is fine."

"Oh..." Guan Yue swiped his finger across the screen and said casually, "Their specialty is mulled wine, want to try it? Teacher Pei should... like to drink?"

Despite his seemingly casual tone, Pei Qi couldn't help but clench his toes.

liquor......

He will never drink again in his life...

The young man forced himself to say, "No need..."

Guan Yue: "Okay."

Pei Xi wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but the man's tone seemed to carry a hint of amusement.

The two remained silent for a long time until the waiter brought the hot latte to the table.

When Pei Xi made eye contact with Guan Yue, she felt her throat was extremely dry, so she picked up her coffee cup and sipped it.

Guan Yue spoke slowly and deliberately: "That night, we were both drunk, and you held me tightly and wouldn't let go."

The young man almost spat out the latte that had just entered his mouth.

Actually... he didn't want to know.

The young man's face turned red as he swallowed his latte with great difficulty: "I...I don't quite remember."

It's true.

His memories of that night were fragmented, piecemeal; he couldn't recall them all, nor could he clearly remember the other person's face.

I only remember that it felt really nice to touch...

And then... it hurt quite a bit.

It was... pretty cool.

The man's expression was far from pleasant: "So, do I need to prove that it really was me that night?"

Pei Qi hunched her neck, her mind still processing the meaning of the question: "Huh?"

“Professor Pei has a mole on her side and another one behind her right ear, which is a little lighter in color.” Guan Yue’s tone was calm, as if he were just stating a medical history. “I have examined it carefully. The borders are clear and smooth, brownish-red, less than five millimeters in diameter, and symmetrical in shape. The possibility of melanoma can be basically ruled out.”

Wait a minute... how do you know it's less than five millimeters? Did the man take out a ruler and measure it while they were doing it?

The young man blinked his round eyes slightly: "Do surgeons also need to know dermatology?"

"..." The man extended a finger and pushed up the frame of his glasses: "I've also studied it."

The young man nodded.

My cheeks turned red belatedly.

He hadn't even noticed the mole on his waist.

It was after that night, when I was applying medicine to my bruised waist, that I noticed it...

Guan Yue: "So that night..."

“I…I know it’s you,” the young man interrupted awkwardly, his tone sincere. “I remember these frames.”

Guan Yue: "......"

OK.

I can't remember the person, but I remember the frame.

"I'm sorry, I drank too much that night..." the young man said sincerely again, "I'm really... sorry."

The man's expression remained indifferent, his index finger subtly stroking the handle of the glass: "I also bear some responsibility, but I really want to know."

"Did you run away that morning?"

The young man was so ashamed that he couldn't even lift his head. His brain was racing for most of the day.

No results.

She could only weakly ask, "I said... I went downstairs to buy breakfast, do you... believe me?"

Three long seconds later.

The man opposite nodded, said nothing more, and simply picked up the ceramic cup beside him and took a small sip.

Pei Xi also raised his coffee and took a big gulp.

Guan Yue: "Shall we get married?"

"......??"

The young man was glad he had swallowed quickly enough, otherwise he would have been so shocked that he would have spat out his latte.

Guan Yue: "Professor Pei should already know my basic information, including my physical condition. Are there any other questions? If you're worried about any hidden illnesses, we can do a premarital checkup..."

"Wait...wait a minute." The dull-witted young man finally spoke up, "I'm not worried about that, but why does Dr. Guan want to marry me?"

Guan Yue: "I didn't think about it."

Pei Xi: "Huh?"

The man's eyes were deep, and his tone remained flat: "This is a responsibility. I cannot deny my responsibility just because alcohol was involved."

The young man listened, his voice weak: "It's okay... I don't think it's Dr. Guan's responsibility."

Another silence followed.

Guan Yue: "Is there something about me that Teacher Pei is dissatisfied with?"

The young man quickly denied it: "No...no, I just feel that the main responsibility for this matter lies with me, and it's unnecessary for Dr. Guan to sacrifice so much..."

The man spoke, his well-proportioned eyes carrying an air of indifference: "But you said it was your first time."

The young man's hand slipped, and the ceramic cup collided with the wooden table, making a dull thud.

I want to escape again...

He felt himself shrinking smaller and smaller in front of this appendectomist.

Yet there is nowhere to hide.

All she could do was lower her head and bite her lip tightly.

Guan Yue: "I happen to be planning to get married this year, so I didn't have to make any sacrifices."

Pei Xi still felt something was off: "But...we're not familiar with each other, how...how can we get married?"

"Isn't the purpose of blind dates marriage? We've just simplified the process." The man's eyebrows arched slightly, forming a tiny curve. "Besides, compared to other blind date partners, we've already gotten to know each other quite well."

Pei Xi: "..."

Actually, it seems... what he said makes sense.

"Teacher Pei, could you please reconsider and give me an answer tomorrow?"

Confused and bewildered, Pei Xi nodded and agreed without understanding why.

Before parting ways with Guan Yue, the two added each other on WeChat, and the man even sent him a resume.

Graduated from a prestigious medical university, 30 years old, 189cm tall, stable job, owns a car and a house.

The conditions are indeed quite good.

And surprisingly, he managed to resist rounding his height to 190cm.

The young man lay on the bed and slowly closed his eyes.

Suddenly, the stern face of the appendectomist appeared before my eyes.

Then, gradually, it overlapped with the handsome face filled with lust in my memory...

It's a bit hot.

The young man turned over and lifted a corner of the blanket.

Actually... I married the appendectomist.

It seems that there is indeed no problem.

Um.

Since things have come to this, I should just go to sleep.

The next day.

Pei Xi arrived at work as usual. She hadn't slept well last night and was feeling a bit groggy and not in good condition, so her progress was slow. She had only managed to finish a quarter of a page all morning with her pen.

During lunch, Su Mo noticed the young man's unusual behavior: "Why do you seem out of sorts today?"

The young man chewed the rice in his mouth listlessly, perhaps because he had been chewing it for a while, and a slightly sweet taste appeared in his mouth.

"I'm thinking about something."

Su Mo swallowed a large mouthful of food and mumbled, "What's wrong? Tell your senior brother."

Pei Xi was a little unsure what to say.

How should he explain that his blind date slept with him once and was interested in marrying him, even though they had only met twice?

It all sounds like child's play.

“Hmm…” Pei Qi decided to use a metaphor, “It’s like… suppose we apply the backing paper first and then brush on the paste, but we still manage to fix it in the end, do you think that’s feasible, Senior Brother?”

Su Mo swallowed the stir-fried pork in his mouth: "How can this be repaired?"

Pei Xi: "It's just an assumption... the assumption process is a bit messy, but the result is the same."

Su Mo: "That's fine too. If the result is the same, it doesn't matter if things get a little chaotic."

The young man touched the tip of his chopsticks with his lips, seemingly lost in thought.

Su Mo solemnly emphasized, "But you absolutely cannot apply the paste after mounting the paper."

The young man nodded: "I know..."

His senior's answer kept replaying in his mind.

The result is the same, so a little chaos doesn't matter.

It was as if they had made up their minds.

In the afternoon, when the repair work was halfway complete.

After confirming that he was in a very calm and rational state of mind, the young man took out his phone and opened the chat window with the appendectomist.

I typed the words carefully.

I waited a few minutes, but there was no reply.

The doctor is probably quite busy and likely didn't check his phone.

The young man didn't pay much attention, put his phone back in his pocket, and returned to his workstation to get back to work.

It was already 3 p.m. Guan Yue had just come off the operating table. Today's lymph node dissection process was a bit complicated and took almost an hour longer than expected.

The man stood by the sink outside the operating room, rinsing his hands, which smelled of rubber, with clean water.

After washing my hands twice with hand sanitizer and drying them, a few light blue veins were slightly raised on the back of my cool, fair hands.

He did not receive any messages from the young man before the surgery began.

Almost three hours have passed by now.

The man took his phone out of his pocket as he left the restricted area.

The time is 3:12 PM.

The message notification showed "fifteen messages from WeChat".

Unlock the software and open the green software.

Among the many red dots, the first one I noticed was the chat box, which was ranked third.

The profile picture is a cartoon of a Kapibal with an orange on its head.

Seven: [Dr. Guan, I've made up my mind.]

Seven: [Let's get married.]