The Devil Doctor's Spicy Love-Chapter 390: Wild confessions stories

Mingshen was staring at her until his eyes started to ache yet, he didn’t allow them to blink for even a moment for it was a glorious moment. Jia was right beside his bed in his room. Alone.

"You should blink unless you want your eyes to dry out," Jia said.

"What if I blink and you disappear?"

"I won’t. Now close your eyes and try to sleep."

"How can I get sleep when you are right beside me?"

"I see. So I am detrimental to your sleep. I’ll take my leave-"

"No!" He quickly grabbed her wrist before she even moved her body to leave. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

She sighed. "Then don’t stay awake on purpose."

Mingshen turned to her side and said, "So let’s talk."

She blinked once.

Maybe talking for sometime will get him drowsy. But what should I talk about? Ugh...

Suddenly, Jia realized once again that her life wasn’t so happening and interesting. There wasn’t a single event she could recall that would be of any discussion value.

I’m a boring person through and through...

So she decided to divert the attention from her own onto Mingshen’s. She was sure his life was much more interesting and colorful than hers.

She coughed. "How about you tell me some of the wildest confessions you received?"

Yes, that’s a good conversation starter, she felt proud of herself.

"Wildest you say?" He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Hmmm..."

"Does this count that a girl wanted to use my blood to make a love potion back in medical college?"

Jia stared. "Sorry, what?"

"I must say that it was an interesting approach. I don’t know how she got a sample of my blood. Maybe she bribed someone during routine blood testing. But I got an anonymous note that said how much she loved me and a drop of my blood would help her with her love potion. But she promised she wouldn’t use it."

Jia was horrified.

What kind of a psycho behavior was that!?

"Why are you so chill about this? She stole your blood! That’s a crime!"

"But she also wanted to concoct some love potion. I wanted to see how it would turn out. Would I really fall for her? It would have been a great step towards the advancement of science," he nodded earnestly. "Sadly, nobody ever owned up to that note."

"What advancement in science? You are out of your mind!"

"Spicy, how can we move forward if we don’t research and experiment?"

Her brow twitched.

There should be a red line of what can be experimented and what not!

"Guess this got a little too wild for you? Let me think of some other plain confession...oh yes. There was this senior who came to me during lunch break once. I think she said,

’Every time I hear your voice in the lecture hall, my heartbeat accelerates to 130 bpm. I think it’s arrhythmia. But I want it to be love.’ Guess she was a cardiology major. Very poetic."

"..."

"Why would anybody want to willingly suffer from an abnormal heart rhythm? Is she normal?"

"I think more normal than the girl who was sketching my hands in dissection classes. I found a note in my pathology text book one day how she would like to hold my hands without gloves one day. I think she was the same culprit who stole my gloves. I wasn’t offended though. At least she said she had kept them neatly in a jar in formalin that held the fragrance of my hands intact."

"..."

"That’s plain stalking behavior!" She was left aghast once again.

He frowned. "Really? So was that girl also a stalker who willingly injected sedatives in herself just to experience being my patient? Sadly for her, I was off-duty that day but I did get a note with her expressing her disappointment."

What’s with these girls and the notes?

Jia’s head was beginning to spinning. She regretted opening this can of worms. She had expected some mild, funny stories, not borderline creepy and stalkerish confessions.

"Just...what kinds of all extreme medical students surrounded you?"

"I don’t know. But I learned that my sinful beauty provokes people to adopt such sinful methods."

She pressed her lips. "I am surprised you didn’t accept any of these confessions? Weren’t those girls...in line with your craziness?"

He pouted. "I didn’t feel the spark."

The corner of her lips twitched incessantly.

This craziness is more than enough to light up a deadly lightning in the sky. You are worried about a tiny spark?

Mingshen then asked, "Now your turn. What kinds of confessions you got?"

"Thankfully, my life was much more normal."

Now I genuinely appreciate that my life was boring.

"I just got one confession after college hours in the backyard. I rejected because I wanted to attend the police academy and I knew I wouldn’t be able to give that time to a relationship."

"That’s...all?"

"What do you mean? He was very nervous."

"This is a boring one. Tell me some others."

"This was it."

"Impossible."

"It’s the truth."

"No hidden letters or notes?"

She blinked. "Not your confession kinds. I wasn’t popular in that way. But I don’t know for some reason, people really liked to challenge me so they would throw anonymous letters in my locker. I accepted their challenges to hone on my investigation skills and tracked the senders of those sneaky letters," she snorted.

Mingshen stared at her. "You think...they were sending those letters to challenge your detective skills?"

"What else it could be?"

"By any chance...did you ever open any letter?"

"I didn’t have to. I was able to track them based on the envelope and other details most of the times," she nodded with a hint of pride in her voice. "There was this one time I did open a letter and found a coded message in a poetry form. I was never able to decode that but I still found the sender based on a perfume scent."

"You think that poetry was a coded message?"

"What else it could be?"

"How about a confession of love?"

She frowned. "Why would anybody choose such a convoluted way to confess? Shouldn’t they tell me straight to my face?"

And then Mingshen realized that the backyard confession wasn’t the only confession she had received. She considered it as an only confession because that boy was vocal about his feelings. The rest of the indirect confessions, sadly, went over her head. Poor boys didn’t even realize that their letters were being used for her detective practice.

He smiled and beckoned her to his side, then patted her head. "See, that’s why we suit each other so much. I think we should get married without any delay."

"..."