When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 166: Reconciliation

The quiet alley echoed with the cries of the girl, piercing Pei Yan’s heart.

The convenience store was still lit, the owner was tallying the goods when he heard the crying. Curious, he stuck his head out of the window to check the situation outside.

Jiang Shuyao felt embarrassed and burrowed her head into his chest with all her might until she could burrow no more. Her fair neck was fully exposed to the air.

Damn it.

He was going crazy!

Under the streetlight, Pei Yan set her down and firmly grasped her shoulders, taking her to the eaves beside them.

He was ferociously intense as he pushed her against the wall by the street and bent down to kiss her.

Her sobbing was drowned out between their lips and teeth, and she seemed to sober up a bit, her eyes wet as she called him, "Yan."

Pei Yan’s pale knuckles trembled, and almost instantly, his black pupils stripped of desire, he slowly let her go.

He wiped her lips with his thumb, his gaze wild and fierce, "Jiang Shuyao, do you think all I care about is that ’break-up’ statement?"

His voice was low to the extreme, like a beast reluctantly raging in the night, heavily pressing down over her head.

Jiang Shuyao’s gaze drifted, her pale hands tightly clutching the corner of his shirt, a helpless confusion crossing her eyes.

Seeing her like that, Pei Yan’s jaw muscles tightened, and his breathing gradually intensified.

However, the next moment, he suddenly laughed lightly, his voice tinged with a sinister chill, "That time at the Yunzhong Basketball Court was my last straw; if you dare to provoke me like that again, even if your tears dry up I won’t soften, understand?"

The air stagnated, Jiang Shuyao’s hand gripping his shirt corner unwittingly stiffened.

That night in Jinggang, he lost control not because she recklessly tried to stop cars but because... he saw Lu Chen crossing boundaries with her.

What bothered him was that Lu Chen had kissed her.

The taste in his heart was indescribable, and this was probably what it meant to suffer the consequences.

Jiang Shuyao bit her lip and turned her head away, afraid to look at him, "That day, I didn’t kiss him."

Pei Yan narrowed his eyes and gripped her chin, forcing her to turn and face him, "Do you think I’m blind?"

"It was just the angle. Lu Chen only whispered something in my ear, nothing else."

She explained word for word, her clear, earnest eyes serious.

The night breeze lightly fluttered, moving the stray hairs on the girl’s forehead slightly.

No one understood Jiang Shuyao better than Pei Yan; he could tell at a glance whether she was lying or not.

Dusk deepened, the convenience store turned off its lights, leaving only a faint light above the long alley.

The two stood silently facing each other, the surrounding objects blurred, as if only the intertwined breaths between them remained.

"Yan," Jiang Shuyao closed her eyes and gently hugged his neck.

Forty-eight whole days.

I missed you so much.

The sky rumbled with thunder in response, and Pei Yan’s kiss fell heavily.

The rain of late August had never fallen so fast, so fiercely; he cradled her cheeks, already maddened.

Love that wants to grow, pain that wants to die.

A man who walked out from despair was destined to spend a lifetime paying back every tear she shed for him.

Under the eave, the rain wet their shoulders, Jiang Shuyao tiptoed, actively responding.

The girl was soft and tender, like a lily bud about to bloom. When Pei Yan’s lips landed on her eyelashes, even his bones trembled.

He once thought, even if his Princess did not love him, it would be fine as long as she could stay happy by his side every day.

But later, his desire deepened, no longer satisfied with the status quo, wanting to get closer step by step, constantly taking more.

People are always greedy, once they taste beauty, they will endlessly accelerate their plunder.

Therefore, when emotions deepen, they can no longer tolerate a speck of sand in their eyes.

Pei Yan’s thin lips were slightly cool, as if it were not enough, he kissed the girl’s cheeks, the corners of her eyes, and the tip of her nose, again and again.

With each kiss, he warned himself that if he made her cry again, he would descend to the eighteenth level of hell.

He Shumiao opened the door and instantly saw Jiang Shuyao, soaked to the skin; she hurriedly fetched a hairdryer to help her dry her hair.

"Yaoyao, didn’t you guys leave first? Why did you come back so late?"

There’s still half an hour until lights out, a hot shower after getting drenched is a must.

She took the hairdryer from her roommate and used it as an excuse to dodge the question, "I’m going to take a shower so I won’t disturb you guys later."

Oh.

When He Shumiao uttered a monosyllable, her eyes subconsciously moved to Jiang Shuyao’s mouth.

Stay calm, they’re all adults.

It only lasted a few seconds before curiosity filled her heart again. Yaoyao seemed so fragile, how could she endure the ravages of a lion multiple times?

Should she find time to enlighten Yaoyao on how to make a desperate counterattack?

He Shumiao, who had never been in love, seemed innately prurient in her bones.

In terms of behavioral psychology, that is a typical characteristic of someone who has been lonely for too long.

After Jiang Shuyao showered and returned, her roommates had already closed their mosquito nets.

The air conditioner fan hummed in the dormitory, bringing a slight chill to her exposed arms.

She took off her shoes, climbed into bed, wrapped herself in the sheets, and picked up her phone to add a contact on WeChat.

She asked Pei Yan why he did not use his old phone number; he replied that the number was unlucky and had discarded it.

Jiang Shuyao instinctively memorized the sequence of numbers and noticed nothing amiss.

Clearly, that guy was deceiving her again.

However, she still remained half-believing. After the lights were out, Jiang Shuyao recited it numerous times, and eventually, succumbing to sleepiness, she fell asleep.

Military training had ended, and from the next day’s morning self-study, the freshmen officially began their classes.

On Monday evening during the class meeting, the class committee was swiftly and neatly elected as quick as lightning.

Little He Shumiao, was honored to become the acting class president.

The reason it was called acting was for fairness; all students competing for class president were given a trial period of one month. If their capabilities matched their boasting abilities, everyone would decide through voting whether to confirm their positions permanently.

So far, He Shumiao’s only strong competitor was Jiang Xubai.

That is, the guy with the acne-ridden forehead who sat behind her when they first met.

After learning from various sources, He Shumiao grasped an important piece of information about her opponent.

Jiang Xubai graduated from Rongcheng Seventh Middle School, a genuinely notable person who had participated in the National Middle School Programming Competition and won third place.

The difficulty of middle school programming could not compare to college, but it also proved this person’s strength was not to be underestimated.

He Shumiao made up her mind, from now on, she must comprehensively and flawlessly find her opponent’s weaknesses.

Only by knowing herself and her enemy could she grasp the class president’s position in one fell swoop.

Today, He Shumiao stood at the podium with the student roster for roll call and, unsurprisingly, several "difficult cases," including Zhong Yuan, skipped the morning self-study once again.

He Shumiao’s roll-call voice wavered as it reached the end, barely able to find her own shaky voice.

With such an attendance rate, her chances of being confirmed from acting status were as hard as reaching heaven.

Glancing over in a flash, among the boys, besides Jiang Xubai who was earnestly reading, the rest were... well, quite serious.