When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 119: Don’t Drink From Mine

Jiang Shuyao didn’t tie up her hair today, her fine, soft long hair hanging loose around her neck, and the top of her head was a mess, as if a bird’s nest was about to fall apart.

Her face flushed as she lifted her head from his clothes, her eyes misty with tears, "Seriously, it’s so cold today, you should go back and put on another layer."

Pei Yan actually had a lot of clothes, but he was a strange one, always going back and forth changing into the same few pieces, his stubbornness left people speechless.

The girl looked at him dryly, "The army green down jacket in your closet is very warm, go back and change into it, okay?"

With the temperature five degrees below zero, she was genuinely worried he might catch a cold.

As Jiang Shuyao spoke, she stretched out her small hand and tugged at the hem of his clothes, her voice softer than water, probably unaware that she was actually acting coquettishly toward the guy in front of her.

The force on the coat was light and fluttering, not even stronger than a summer breeze.

Yet it was like a feather scratching at his heart, making Pei Yan’s whole body tingle.

Her greatest ability was to easily drive him insane.

Pei Yan’s lips almost smirked, his sexy Adam’s apple bobbing a few times before he turned around with an odd expression and went back inside the house.

When he came back out, he was dressed in an army green down jacket.

Only then did he realize that the girl was wearing the same as him.

From the same brand, male and female versions with a similar style.

Heh, clever little girl.

The physics competition was held at Qi Middle School, and Jiang Shuyao couldn’t express how much she missed her alma mater as she returned after only half a year.

She was quite familiar with the place, and since the other team members were not in the same examination room, everyone arranged their own schedules without picking a specific meet-up spot.

What troubled her now was the guy beside her.

Today being Monday, it was supposed to be class time, but here he was, having taken a leave of absence from the teacher first thing in the morning with the excuse: a family matter.

As she and he stood at the gate of Qi Middle School, Jiang Shuyao gently told him, "You may not be able to enter the competition venue, and since it’s so cold outside, maybe find a coffee shop or milk tea store to sit in later."

Large flakes of snow fell from the sky and perched on her thick, curling eyelashes, slowly melting into droplets.

Caught off guard by the cold, she blinked and reached out to touch where the water droplets were, appearing soft and vulnerably cute.

Pei Yan couldn’t help but laugh, his fingertips lightly brushing across her eyelids, his voice hoarse, "I have thick skin; I won’t freeze."

He wanted to watch her go in.

And he wanted to be the first to see her come out.

With her eyes shining brightly and her naturally beautiful appearance, she stood quietly with him amidst the snowflakes, attracting many people to look over.

When he said he had thick skin, Jiang Shuyao couldn’t help but smile shyly.

Holding a hot milk tea in her hand, she lowered her gaze and bit her straw, unassumingly obedient.

"Yaoyao."

She gently looked up, "Hmm?"

Pei Yan said, "Come out as soon as you finish the exam; I’ll be waiting here for you."

Really waiting, how cold.

Before she could speak, Pei Yan added, "Don’t talk too much with Lu Chen; I’ll get jealous."

?

His thoughts leaped too quickly; Jiang Shuyao stared straight at his eyes, slightly embarrassed.

After a moment, she came to her senses and said with a hint of shyness, "Okay."

Just one word, but she said it seriously.

Whether Lu Chen had any intentions toward her or not, the fact that he had touched her hair last time was already an insurmountable issue for Pei Yan.

She didn’t think his request was excessive, in fact, it seemed reasonable.

Since she liked him, she should consider his feelings more.

Besides...

Jiang Shuyao inexplicably thought of the WeChat message Lu Chen had sent her the night before.

The class monitor had asked her if, after the competition, she wanted to have hot pot with the team members as a farewell dinner.

She touched the phone in her pocket, then took it out and handed it to Pei Yan.

"The exam room doesn’t allow cell phones, so hold onto mine for me."

The girl’s eyes shone clean and bright, reserving one hundred percent of her trust for him.

She didn’t have the habit of setting a screen lock, so if Pei Yan wanted to peek, there would be virtually no obstacle.

Even if, after finishing the exam, Lu Chen was very likely to send her another WeChat message, Jiang Shuyao didn’t hesitate for a second.

Pei Yan hadn’t thought her inner life could be so rich; he hummed softly and stopped talking.

Only forty minutes were left before the competition; it was time for her to enter.

Milk tea wasn’t allowed inside, and Jiang Shuyao looked around for a trash bin.

A smile played in Pei Yan’s eyes as he quickly took the milk tea from her hand, "I’ll throw it away for you."

Looking at his dark eyes, Jiang Shuyao’s cheeks flushed against her will.

She recalled that time on the basketball court when he drank her leftover yogurt and afterwards, even split the cost with her.

Jiang Shuyao hung her head and spoke in a feeble voice, "If you want to drink some, buy a new one; don’t drink mine, it’s unhygienic."

Pei Yan raised an eyebrow; was his desire that obvious?

Still, he spoke in a husky voice, "Okay."

Snowflakes fluttered down, and she turned to him with a radiant smile.

Her heart at ease, she turned and ran into the school’s snow-shrouded gate.

As the girl’s graceful back receded, Pei Yan stood silently in his spot, his palm cradling the lukewarm milk tea, the snow cooling his fingertips, and his heart as if melted into malt sugar, a deep, bone-chilling sweetness.

He wanted to kiss her.

Perhaps only with such a clumsy method.

That miserably joyous feeling deep in his bones, fortunate enough to experience it just this once in this life.

He wanted to cherish it and savor it in the future.

On her way to the exam room, she ran into former classmates, who were thrilled to see Jiang Shuyao, exchanging greetings and catching up.

The girl was as beautiful as ever, but her temperament seemed much more open than before.

The classmates joked around, saying Yunzhong must be a place of outstanding people and beautiful scenery, and they too wanted a chance to visit.

Jiang Shuyao was amused, her shallow dimples pulling into a healing and warm smile.

After half a year, facing the girl who used to be the crush of every boy in the grade, the young men were still starstruck.

Jiang Shuyao’s transfer was indeed a regret for them.

This exam seemed longer than expected.

The rules had changed this year, one couldn’t hand in their papers early, so Jiang Shuyao had to wait patiently in her seat until time was up.

She glanced out the window, where mist covered the glass, obscuring her view filled with worry.

In such cold weather, that guy couldn’t possibly be waiting outside the whole time. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

For the full two hours, if he caught a cold from the freeze, how silly that would be.

The girl propped her chin on her fists and frowned thoughtfully, becoming the only one in the competition area whose mind was elsewhere.

Just past eleven in the morning, the snow finally began to lighten.

Looking down from the school building’s corridor, the entirety of Qi Middle School lay under a vast, white blanket.

Jiang Shuyao had never seen such a beautiful side of her alma mater.

But no matter how beautiful the scenery, it seemed unable to slow her hastening steps.

Due to a twist of fate, Lu Chen stepped out of the neighboring exam room just as his peripheral vision briefly caught the fleeting figure at the stairwell.

Unsure if the person he saw was her, he turned on his phone and sent Jiang Shuyao a WeChat message with just four words.

"See you at the school gate."

He had mentioned having hot pot with Jiang Shuyao last night; she didn’t refuse, so Lu Chen took it as a silent consent.

He had just descended the stairs when a message popped up on his screen.

Lu Chen looked at it, and his face instantly stiffened.