Extra Chapter 5: Monologue - Dr. Guan's Long, Tsundere Relationship...
On a summer weekend.
The capybara in my arms was moving restlessly, flapping off the thin air-conditioning blanket covering it.
I wasn't asleep yet, so I reached out and gently covered the capybara with the blanket again.
The capybara frowned, its delicate brows furrowing in displeasure as it kicked the blanket off again, muttering, "Hot..."
"It's hot there. The air conditioning is on. You'll catch a cold if you keep blowing it." I said patiently, picking up the corner of the blanket and covering Pei Xi with it.
The capybara didn't pull the blanket off again; instead, it slipped out of my arms.
This time it was my turn to frown, reach back under the covers, and scoop the unruly and slippery capybara back into my arms.
"It's so hot, so hot..." The person in my arms still didn't open their eyes, only wriggling a few times in my arms.
I stroked his soft hair and played with it by twirling it around my finger.
"Isn't it good to sleep with your husband holding you?"
"My husband is so annoying," the capybara replied sincerely, her eyebrows furrowing again.
I wasn't angry. I kissed my plum-scented black hair, picked up the air conditioner remote with my other hand, and turned the temperature down again.
The capybara in my arms gradually calmed down, placing one leg on my lap and rubbing against my chest: "What are we eating tomorrow?"
"What do you want to eat?" I hugged him a little tighter.
"Hmm..." The dazed capybara seemed to be thinking seriously, "I want to eat... crayfish."
"Let's go eat crayfish tomorrow. You don't have to go to work tomorrow, right?" Pei Qi was much more awake, and her eyelids were mostly open.
"The food outside isn't clean, I'll cook it. What flavor do you want?"
Pei Xi's face was rosy and her skin was very white. Her cheeks were very soft, and I always wanted to take a bite of them.
A few times I actually bit it, and the capybara got angry, saying it left a mark.
He never lets me bite in places where others can see.
But sometimes I still bite.
"I want the thirteen-spice flavor, do you want the spicy flavor?" Pei Xi tilted her head up a little, still a bit dazed.
"Still thinking about your husband?" I laughed. "I can make two different flavors."
"Then I'll help you clean the crayfish," the capybara said, poking my chest with its finger.
"Baby doesn't need to do anything, baby can just sleep with me." I don't know why, but I always like to say things like this to him.
Then, I got kicked.
But soon, I clung to it again and hugged the capybara back into my arms.
The summer night breeze was very calm.
The air seemed to carry the scent of happiness.
In fact, in the thirty years before I encountered this capybara.
I never imagined I would have a summer night like this.
I am not from Heshi. I was born in Sichuan and Chongqing and lived with my parents. Later, I came to Heshi because of my parents' job change.
My relationship with my parents is actually quite good, and my family relationships are harmonious, but I always feel that life is not very fun.
Later, I wanted to become a doctor.
My parents don't actually support it.
They felt the job was too tiring and too dangerous.
I've forgotten how old I was, but I remember it was the first time I saw a human anatomical model.
See the anatomical model of the heart.
I didn't feel horrified; on the contrary, I was eager to find out more.
I want to know the names of every blood vessel in the heart.
Therefore, I chose this major despite my parents' objections.
Studying medicine is indeed tough, but it is also quite interesting.
During the three years I spent studying in the United States, I was buried in literature every day, either in class or in the laboratory.
Americans eat boring food, mostly potatoes and hamburgers.
During that time, my cooking skills also improved.
Around that time, my parents felt sorry for me and specially brought a lot of local specialties to Los Angeles.
While bringing local specialties, my parents also started urging me to go on blind dates and get married.
Actually, it's not that I'm confident.
I've always felt that no one can inspire me to want to get married.
Quite a few blond-haired, blue-eyed foreigners have expressed their affection for me, but I always arrogantly thought they were just a bunch of big, dumb geezers who loved to eat potatoes.
I could never like these potato-loving guys.
As for the potential partners my parents introduced me to...
I don't like it either.
I feel like there's no one I can be with.
I don't really care who I'm with.
And that's it.
After enduring my clinical rotations, internships, residency training, and further education, I finally became a real doctor.
Before I knew it, I had reached the age of thirty, and I remained arrogant.
I never thought anyone could break my arrogance.
Until one day.
A ridiculously stupid drunkard inexplicably barged into my world.
Then, she practically dragged me to bed.
However, I admit that I also have my own problems in this matter.
I lay in the messy hotel room, still unable to understand why I had made such a mistake.
The scent of plums on the pillow seeped into the air and into my nostrils.
The image of that drunkard with his wet eyes, yelling for me to call him "baby," is etched into my sinus rhythm.
I can't forget it.
I have no intention of forgetting.
I'm going to bring this drunkard back.
Later, I actually caught the drunkard.
His name was Pei Qi, and he was a cultural relic restorer.
She's a few years younger than me, but she's doing a job that seems to require more seniority than a doctor's.
I looked at the drunkard in the photo.
The photo makes him look a little uglier than he actually is.
But soon I remembered that this photo was a blind date photo of this drunkard.
I wonder how many people have seen it.
Thinking of this, a nameless fire suddenly rose in my heart.
Such uncontrollable emotions are very strange.
In particular, I remembered that it had only been a week since we had slept in the same bed.
This drunkard then went on a blind date with someone else.
So, what am I?
Were you taken advantage of?
The kind where you have to pay extra for the room.
However, what if you wake up to find a stack of money next to your pillow?
I might find it even harder to stand.
And why did this drunkard run away?
Do I look like the kind of person who can't take a joke?
So, I decided to arrange a meeting with this drunkard.
It wasn't for a blind date; I just wanted to ask this drunkard why he ran away.
Then what.
Then, on a night when I had performed three surgeries, I rushed to the coffee shop.
But the drunkard was nowhere to be seen.
He's also an unreliable drunkard.
About ten minutes later, the drunkard swept past the shop window and rushed up to me.
Then what.
Then I didn't know what was wrong with me.
When I heard that the drunkard hadn't run away, but had just gone downstairs to buy breakfast, I didn't expose him.
I also asked him if he wanted to get married.
But the drunkard wasn't happy about it.
That night I thought about it for a long time, wondering what was wrong with me.
I even considered going to the psychiatric ward on the fifth floor to see a colleague.
Finally, at three in the morning.
I've figured it out.
How could someone as outstanding as me not want to marry me?
I'm giving this drunkard a chance.
Um.
This drunkard also knows how to seize opportunities.
Then.
I am married.
Actually, I never thought I would get married.
But strangely enough, I married this drunkard.
Drunkards are actually more like capybaras.
They have similar personalities and interests.
Besides loving potatoes.
Yes, this is a capybara that loves to eat potatoes.
He sounds even dumber than that big, dumb guy who loves potatoes.
But I ended up marrying a silly capybara like that.
Life after marriage didn't really change much. This naughty capybara didn't share a bedroom with me, saying he needed the light on to fall asleep.
I think he just doesn't want to sleep with me.
I won't force you.
I don't really care that much about sleeping with him.
Then one day...
The naughty capybara suddenly started crying.
They say I'm giving him the silent treatment, but it's clearly him.
He didn't even remember our wedding anniversary.
I admit I'm angry.
But when the capybara cried with red eyes, I couldn't stay angry.
Perhaps I have a bad temper.
Later, I learned about capybara families.
The capybara was not close to his family; his parents seemed uncaring and favored his younger brother.
Therefore, this capybara has long lacked a sense of security, and its understanding of intimate relationships is likely blank, or rather, not beautiful.
So this seemingly docile, obedient, and emotionally stable capybara is actually just habitually protecting itself.
I can touch him, and he will obediently stick his head over.
If I say, "Come home with me," he'll rub my hand, then turn and leave.
His heart is actually more fortified than anyone else's.
I don't know when it started, but I began to feel sorry for him.
I feel sorry for him walking alone for so long.
So when I have free time, I cook potatoes and beef for this capybara, and buy oranges.
Then I specifically bought a capybara-shaped night light.
Finally, I slept with the capybara.
The capybara always likes to cling to the edge of the bed, separated from me by a distance as vast as the Milky Way.
I hate this kind of distance.
So, being unreasonable and domineering, he tied the capybara to his own chest.
Capybaras sleep very well and have never woken up in the middle of the night.
When she wakes up in the morning, she'll apologize to me, saying she was still half asleep.
Time actually flies. And then, during this period...
I've discovered that I seem to have countless rivals in love.
He's been calling himself a senior brother one minute and a junior brother the next.
I've forgotten the specifics, but I was sulking again and refused to sleep with my capybara.
Then the capybara smiled and said some sad things in front of me.
This capybara always does this, laughing as it talks about its pain and sadness.
Every time he does this, I feel like my heart has been pierced with countless holes.
I told him to cry when he wanted to cry and laugh when he wanted to laugh, that he didn't need to force a smile like that.
Then I apologized to him and admitted that I sometimes have a bad temper too.
I promise that I will sleep with a capybara from now on.
That night seemed like an ordinary day.
But then again, it doesn't seem so.
From that day on, I began to try my best to understand the heart of this capybara.
I tried to suppress my conflicted and inexplicable emotions.
I set a big goal for myself.
I want to make the capybara a capybara that can cry when it wants to cry and laugh when it wants to laugh.
And then what?
And then my capybara, step by step, was also making its way toward me.
I will always remember the birthday cake my capybara prepared for me.
Next to the white chocolate dynamic electrocardiogram is a line of English text engraved with chocolate syrup:
My Heartbeat is Always for you.
From that moment on, the eternal rhythm of my heartbeat was always accompanied by the unique melody of this capybara.
I finally learned the name of the last blood vessel in my heart dissection.
Later, my capybara would hide in my arms and cry its heart out, and it would also hug me and laugh until it was breathless.
I think my capybara has finally learned.
Cry when you want to cry, and laugh when you want to laugh.
But I think I've gone a bit too far.
Because the capybara has become increasingly hostile towards me.
Just now.
There were mosquitoes in the bedroom, and one of them, without any sense of propriety, bit him hard.
Then, the capybara angrily kicked me twice.
"Can you blame me for this?" I smiled helplessly. Even though I got kicked, I still had to find some ointment to apply to the capybara.
The capybara pouted: "It's all your fault! Why did you bite me but not you?"
I gently applied the ointment to the mosquito bite on the capybara's neck: "Okay, it's all my fault. I took my clothes off to attract it to bite me."
"No way, I won't let it see that." The capybara suddenly reached out and gave me a bear hug.
I enjoyed the hug: "Do you know what day it is in a few days?"
"Hmm... What day is it?" The capybara, which was holding me, lifted its head.
I raised an eyebrow: "What do you think?"
The capybara pretended to think: "I mean... hiss, is it an e-commerce shopping festival?"
"..." I remained silent, my eyes slightly narrowed.
"Haha, just kidding." The capybara grinned triumphantly. "Happy second wedding anniversary, Dr. Guan."
I knew it, this capybara is getting worse and worse: "I should call you husband, Qiqi."
"I won't call you that." The capybara raised its chin high.
"Should I call out or not?" I reached my hand down.
"Ahhh, you...you fouled!"
I just fouled at this moment.
But this capybara had been breaking the rules ever since that day at the bar.
"You're the one who keeps breaking the rules, Qiqi."
"I didn't!"
"You've made me like you so much."
"How can you blame me?"
"Blame me."
"Are you going to accept defeat?"
"I admit defeat."
I let go of all my arrogance and stubbornness, and just like that, I fell for a silly capybara who loves to eat potatoes.
Okay, it's about the adorable capybara that loves to eat potatoes.
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