When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 189: How to Conclude

The two remained in a deadlock until Pei Yan sighed with a complex expression and turned to randomly pick out two from the game cabinet, his eyes meeting her tearful ones. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

He curved his lips into a smile, "Fine, I’ll watch it with you."

Sudden acquiescence, some kind of plot?

Sometimes, the psychology of girls is just so strange.

When they finally get what they want, they start to suspect everything.

Jiang Shuyao looked earnestly at Pei Yan, trying to catch some information from his expression, but sadly she could discern nothing.

She turned her head silently, "I need to return to school tomorrow, so I should sleep early tonight. Wait for me, I’ll go to my room to get your gift."

Jiang Shuyao was about to get up when a shadow loomed over her head, and she was trapped on the carpet.

"Princess, do you know what an adult film is?" Pei Yan was still smiling, his eyes clear as if he were only discussing the most normal daily issue with his girlfriend.

She froze for two seconds, her cheeks slowly turning red.

So, that was the sort of thing Xu Kanfeng had sent.

She should have known, those guys were never serious.

Jiang Shuyao was thankful she hadn’t stubbornly pursued it to the end.

She gently pushed against the chest of the man lying over her, "Move, you’re making me uncomfortable."

"Now you know discomfort?" Pei Yan remained unmoved, his gaze turning a bit intense, "Tell me, how should we end the night?" As he spoke, he began undoing the buttons on her coat.

The air in the room heated up quickly.

After the servants had finished and exited the main courtyard, the villa was unusually quiet.

Jiang Shuyao stiffened, clutching her collar tightly, "Pei Yan, I won’t dare do it again."

Her eyes reddened, seemingly quite frightened.

They had been together for so long, and the most he had done was hugs and kisses, nothing like this evening had ever occurred before.

Previously, he had talked a lot but never actually did anything.

But Jiang Shuyao underestimated a man’s self-control, like now, seeing the crimson desire in Pei Yan’s eyes, she suddenly realized he wasn’t joking.

"Pei Yan."

She tried struggling to get up.

"Don’t move." His burning lips pressed against her forehead, his voice gravelly and rough as if filled with lead shots, "Let me hold you for a while."

He couldn’t bring himself to be harsh with her.

He didn’t know how much time had passed when the hand around her waist loosened slightly.

She tentatively raised her head, the corners of her eyes tinged with the color of peach blossoms, tears still sparkling under the dazzling lights.

Looking so pitiable.

Pei Yan turned his head, his throat tightening, "I’ve placed some clothes for you to change into in the bathroom of your room. Take a bath and go to sleep early. I’ll get the gift from you tomorrow morning."

"Okay," the girl responded in a faint voice.

Seeing her wary look, as if she feared he would change his mind, Pei Yan resignedly smiled; then knelt on one knee beside her and powerfully scooped her up to stand.

"Go back to your room now, and don’t wander off."

The girl obediently nodded and left, not minding the suppressed emotion in his tone.

Her room was right next to Pei Yan’s bedroom.

Now, it was almost eleven o’clock. Jiang Shuyao had never stayed overnight at a man’s house before. Though this was her boyfriend and she had been to the villa more than once, her feelings were different now.

After entering the bathroom, she saw that the clothes for her to change into were a shirt Pei Yan had worn before—long and clean with a faint scent of cypress.

It had been a very long time since she had smelled the scent of cypress.

As the shower started, steam filled the bathroom, and amidst that faint fragrance, she gradually grew drowsy.

Merely the slight smell clinging to her clothes was enough to affect her like this; it was hard to imagine how Pei Yan could only manage four hours of deep sleep each night under the support of aromatic herbs due to his illness and how much he had suffered at such a young age.

Jiang Shuyao felt uncomfortable, the mist gradually blurring her vision. She touched her hot cheeks, belatedly realizing she had forgotten to press the ventilation button in the bathroom.

The ventilation switch was near the door, and her fingers slipped, accidentally turning off the light.

The surroundings plunged into darkness suddenly. She groped for the switch she had just used, but accidentally caught a glimpse of the deep outline in the mirror before her, uncontrollably recalling Aunt Fu.

Thinking back to what the cook had said, she felt a chill run down her spine.

Don’t think about it.

Jiang Shuyao shook her head vigorously, reminding herself that there were no ghosts in the world, only people scaring themselves.

With her eyes closed, she shivered as she continued to search for the light switch, but the more she tried to reassure herself, the more her thoughts scattered.

She even began to imagine Aunt Fu’s facial features—heart attack, lack of oxygen during the attack turning her face dark and purple, some with bloodshot eyes, some...

She still couldn’t find the switch.

It was just in that spot just moments ago.

Despite the steam in the bathroom, Jiang Shuyao felt a cold chill all over her body.

She trembled and crouched down, slapping the glass door with her hand, "Pei Yan."

"Pei Yan, are you there?"

"Pei Yan..."

She didn’t know how long she had called out when she faintly heard footsteps entering from outside.

Seeing the bathroom engulfed in darkness, Pei Yan walked over quickly, "Don’t be scared, I’ll check if it’s a power outage."

It was rare for such situations to occur in a large villa managed by servants.

He had just turned around when he heard the girl’s pleading cries, "Don’t go."

Pei Yan stopped in his tracks, frowning as he pushed the bathroom door, his fingertips touching the doorknob, and the lights inside suddenly turned on again.

"Yaoyao."

"Pei Yan."

Separated by a door, the voices of both rang out simultaneously.

"I’m here," Pei Yan took a deep breath, his voice hoarse, "What happened just now?"

He listened to the sound of water, cursing softly.

Jiang Shuyao, holding back her fear, walked under the shower to quickly rinse off the foam from her body, her teeth chattering as she said to the exterior, "Wait for me a moment, I’ll be quick."

For the first time in her life, she had been scared to tears.

It really was a waste of her title as a science champion.

She put on Pei Yan’s shirt, which reached just to her knees, a black material that was soft, opaque, and concealed her body curves perfectly.

Even though he was usually careless, he wouldn’t be cunning about such matters.

Jiang Shuyao’s nerves gradually relaxed, her back to the mirror as she fastened her bra, carefully checking once before opening the door.

Pei Yan leaned against the wall, turning his head to look at her.

Just one glance, and he immediately looked away.

Damn it.

He lowered his gaze.

His body temperature started to become abnormal again.

A very ordinary shirt, brimming with masculine energy, took on a whole different flavor on her.

The girl had a slender figure, her cheeks steamed to a soft pink, the shirt hiding her waistline but not the long, fair legs beneath.

Her proportions were very good, perfect everywhere.

Jiang Shuyao, tilting up her porcelain-white face, her hair tips dripping wet, said somewhat nervously, "Can you stay with me until I fall asleep before returning to your room?"