Paranoid Doctor Only Loves Me-Chapter 80 - 070 Tang Su wakes up struggling on deaths door (2nd

Had Lu Han come back?

Or were those clothes left hanging there from before he left?

It shouldn’t be, Lu Han is such a meticulous and careful person. If he had actually washed and hung clothes on the day he left, he would have troubled her to help him take them down.

If he could tell her the door code just so she could feed Douding, she felt that their relationship was close enough that she could help him take down the clothes.

Standing there, Tang Su rubbed her eyes and after a while, when she opened them again, Lu Han’s clothes were still there.

Tang Su thought of something and immediately ran over to push the glass door open, reaching out to touch the clothes. After being blown by the autumn wind all night, they were still damp.

Tang Su, who usually did housework herself, could cook and wash her own clothes, mop the floors—she was skilled at these tasks. With her life experience, though not too rich, she understood that clothes being this damp meant they had been washed last night.

Even if she did sleepwalk last night, she surely wouldn’t have just taken Lu Han’s clothes to wash, right?

The key point was, there was no memory of washing clothes in her head, but what suddenly jumped out was the image of someone helping her soak her feet in hot water. The moment her ice-cold feet were submerged in a basin of hot water, it felt unbelievably soothing.

Tang Su slapped her forehead hard, frustrated. Being drunk really could cause trouble.

What exactly happened last night?

Her mind was filled with fragmented pieces, yet she couldn’t fit them together to form a coherent story.

Tang Su tried to fill in the blanks with her imagination, but every scenario she came up with was quickly dismissed by herself.

The next second, Tang Su turned and walked out of the room, leaving behind the pink slippers that Lu Han had given her by the side of the bed.

Outside the room, the living room was clean and tidy. Although its decor didn’t stray far from the black, white, and gray tones, there were occasionally splashes of other colors—mostly cooler shades.

But Tang Su didn’t feel cold because she knew Lu Han lived here, and that made her feel warm inside.

Moreover, she now suspected that Lu Han had returned last night. The clothes on the balcony were evidence, but since there was only one piece of evidence, Tang Su couldn’t fully convince herself.

Even if there was a seven out of ten chance that Lu Han came back earlier than expected, Tang Su still wanted to make a last-ditch effort to hope that he hadn’t come back and that the clothes had been washed and hung up by her during her sleepwalking episode.

Tang Su ran to the door, pulled open the shoe cabinet, and saw her shoes from the previous night neatly placed beside Lu Han’s shoes.

Could her sleepwalking self really be that meticulous?

After entering, she’d changed shoes and even managed to neatly put the ones she took off into the shoe cabinet?

Was that really her, Tang Su?

Impossible!

Tang Su had been drunk before, whether it was last year or the year before, when it was Sun Qing’s birthday. As Sun Qing’s close friend, she naturally shared in the celebration, but as a result, both she and Sun Qing got drunk.

The next day, after waking up with a hangover, the room they were in was a complete mess—an appalling sight that couldn’t have been created by Sun Qing alone.

It made her mother so angry she handed them each a rag and made them clean up themselves. Unable to stand the sour stench, they eventually hired a cleaner on an AA basis.

A second piece of evidence suggested that Lu Han might really have returned.

Tang Su’s cheeks grew even redder.

Barefooted, Tang Su turned back into Lu Han’s room. Her phone lay silently on Lu Han’s bedside table. She picked it up, the screen was black, and when she tried to turn it on, it did switch on.

After it powered on, the phone was fully charged, but soon started going off non-stop, just like fireworks on a festival, never ending.

Tang Su: “…”

The third piece of evidence that Lu Han had indeed returned.

After that, even more clues proved to Tang Su that everything that had happened last night wasn’t a dream at all, but very likely actually occurred.

For example, she reached out to squeeze Lu Han’s face and then asked him why she could only get close to him in her dreams?

Also, she called him Lu Han, not Doctor Lu.

Those fragmented images slowly pieced together in front of so much evidence.

The more she connected them, the more complete they became, the redder Tang Su’s face got.

In the end, it was as if her blood vessels were about to burst, frighteningly red. If someone saw Tang Su’s appearance at that moment, they might suspect she was seriously ill.

Tang Su really wished she could just get seriously ill.

If she were ill, that would be great. She could at least play the ostrich while sick for a few days.

She really didn’t know how to face Lu Han when sober.

In front of the real Lu Han, she had done so many embarrassing things, she wished she could just vanish on the spot.

If vanishing on the spot wasn’t possible, then could she hide for a few days? Would that work?

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Lu Han, Lu Han, why didn’t you give me a heads up about your early return?

If he had said something, she would have never gone to drink so much with Grandpa Wu. Even if she had dinner with him, she definitely wouldn’t have touched a drop of alcohol.

It’s all over, all the plans are ruined.

Her plan was to confess to Lu Han, refreshed and full of vitality, to give him an impression of sunshine, positivity, and excellence. Wouldn’t that greatly increase her chances of success?

Now, in Lu Han’s eyes, she must seem like a drunkard, a rascal, a lustful woman, right?

She was so bold as to touch a man’s face like that?

And it didn’t stop there; she even vigorously kneaded and took liberties with him?

Tang Su, you really are… too much!

With behavior like that, is there any chance of success left if you confess to Lu Han?

Wuu wuu wuu…

Tang Su really wanted to cry but couldn’t bring herself to do so.

When sadness reaches its peak, there are no tears.

The messages Tang Su received included various news updates, advertising recommendations, and a message from Wu Jie.

Wu Jie said: “Tang Su, Doctor Lu is back. I’ve handed you over to him. How did it go? Did you confess to him?”

She thought, she can’t even see Lu Han now. He was probably scared off by her drunken shenanigans, wasn’t he?

Indeed, if she were in Lu Han’s shoes, and Lu Han in hers, she would most likely run away as well.

Wu Jie’s message had been sent an hour ago.

Tang Su didn’t reply to him, didn’t want to reply.

Mainly because Wu Jie’s question made her feel extremely dejected.

How could it be? It was very bad.

Confess? Drunk as she was, even if she told Lu Han she liked him and wanted to be close to him, he probably wouldn’t take her seriously, would he?

No, Tang Su fiercely shook her head several times.

She was positive, optimistic, a new-era young woman looking upward. She couldn’t be so down.

There’s nothing shameful about liking Lu Han.

She’s currently single, without a boyfriend, and she’s cleanly ended her last relationship. Moreover, between her and Ye Sichen, it was limited to holding hands, not even hugging, let alone kissing.

So, the current Tang Su was as clean as when she was sixteen. After all, it’s inevitable to hold hands with the opposite sex. When she was in kindergarten, she held hands with countless little boys after school.

One boy today, another tomorrow.

Tang Su tried hard to escape the confusion caused by Lu Han, she needed to strive, to buck up.

Even if the cards in her hand were extremely bad, she had to think of a way to fight a beautiful battle for a turnaround.

Tang Su, you can do it! Tang Su, cheer up!

Tang Su…

Right when Tang Su was giving herself a pep talk, a sudden ding-dong of the doorbell turned Tang Su into a mummified statue.