When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 197: Remember That Feeling Just Now
Having been in a relationship for so long, she was still naive and green about these matters.
He had protected her too well, and his proactive, practical teaching was lacking, causing his princess to remain intellectually on the level of her middle school days.
Jiang Shuyao was at a loss, she wasn’t just going through the motions, she was genuinely kissing him.
But he was acting very weird tonight.
She reached out and touched his cold, hard cheek, explaining softly, "Don’t overthink it. The reason I’ve been close to Zhong Yuan is that I see your reflection in her."
Love me, love my dog, it is roughly so.
After she said this, she clearly felt the person in front of her momentarily stop breathing.
Pei Yan was somewhat surprised. He hadn’t expected this to be the reason.
Damn.
He couldn’t help but laugh.
He grabbed the girl’s hand and placed it over his heart, "Remember this feeling."
Jiang Shuyao asked in a sticky voice, "What feeling?"
"The feeling of kissing me."
She felt like there was no saving tonight.
Pei Yan said with a low chuckle, "Kissing the person you love, your heart races, desires go unfulfilled. This feeling, you can’t get it with anyone else. Understand?"
Jiang Shuyao blushed at his words.
She could understand the first part, but why add the rest? It felt very obscure to her.
"Princess."
Hmm?
"You and me," he gently caressed her earlobe, "do you have any desires?"
"Pei Yan, can you... can you..." Jiang Shuyao closed her eyes and turned her head away, her hands clenched together and sweaty, "be normal?"
The sound of someone’s pleasured laughter rose next to her ear.
She was dying of embarrassment, and he was still laughing.
Pei Yan suddenly changed his tone to a serious one, "I’m serious."
He pinched her chin, forcing her to look up into his eyes, "You say you like me, but why are you not passionate at all, never take the initiative, and lack that kind of longing? Yaoyao, am I not enough to excite you even once?"
A series of questions bombarded her, and Jiang Shuyao’s eyes widened, unable to recover.
What kind of thought process did he have?
Why so many weird questions?
She was a girl, naturally more reserved about certain things, which was easy to understand, yet he had to put it so bluntly.
Was he not ashamed at all?
Jiang Shuyao felt so tormented by him that she almost cried. In desperation, she raised her hand and groped blindly towards the wall.
Finding the light switch, she hastily pressed it.
The overhead light suddenly turned on, and in her view, Pei Yan’s lips still wore a mischievous smirk.
"Move aside, I need to use the bathroom."
From her numerous attempts, she found this excuse almost always worked.
Even the most overbearing man couldn’t let his girlfriend suffer, right?
As expected, Pei Yan loosened the hand that was around her waist and slightly stepped aside.
She weaved out nimbly, her legs gave out, and she almost knelt on the floor.
Pei Yan’s strong arms caught her, "With a body so weak, what will you do when it’s time to get serious?"
"Shut up."
Was this guy possessed by a minion?
She supported her aching legs and walked into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.
It wasn’t her fault it had come to this; she’d been scared by him.
Jiang Shuyao secretly hated herself for lacking backbone. When he was pursuing her, he had been extremely creative and, now that they were together, he became even more unrestrained.
When would she be able to turn the tables and stop being bullied by him?
In fact, her wish wasn’t difficult.
Even in someone’s heart, he longed to be dominated by her all day.
Pei Yan had said long ago that as long as the girl loved him, even if she spent her life whipping him from behind, he would willingly accept it.
She used to be the unreachable moonlight in his heart.
Thus, he fiercely struggled to make something of himself, to marginally conceal the unknown sense of inferiority within him.
The Crown Prince of Zhi Zhen Group feeling inferior was considered pretentious by others.
But only he knew that, when the Princess transferred to Yunzhong that year, every time he saw her glow and then looked at himself, a maggot in a dung pit, the bone-deep inferiority haunted him day and night like a phantom.
Especially the day when she and Lu Chen shot the promotional video, when she stood under the tree and let Lu Chen undo her hair.
At that moment, he felt so powerless that he wanted to kill himself.
A patient with explosive disorder thought not of killing others, but of suicide.
Poor, right?
Pei Yan leaned back against the door, his sexy lips lifting with a scarcely detectable sneer, slowly spreading that mocking intent, leaving a trace of indifference at the corners of his mouth after everything had passed.
After tidying up, the two went out to eat.
At the same time, two tables from another base had just left the hotpot restaurant and headed to the KTV.
Having stayed up several nights, yet still having the energy to sing, where did these boys get all that stamina?
The chilly night wind was biting, making Jiang Shuyao shrink her head. She was about to speak when her hand was already grasped and tucked inside the lining of his coat.
This position made walking a bit cumbersome.
She tried to pull her hand out, but overhead Pei Yan asked nonchalantly, "Is it your period?"
Jiang Shuyao remained silent.
Waiting for him to continue.
"No wonder," he smiled, leading her hand to tuck under his armpit, squeezing slightly, "The past few days you’ve been unexplainedly moody and angry, I thought we had hit the three-year itch early."
The second before he mentioned the three-year itch, Jiang Shuyao instinctively tensed up.
Thinking the next words would be ’menopause’.
She breathed a sigh of relief, not knowing whether to cry or laugh.
"I get angry for a reason, it’s never for no reason."
Pei Yan nodded earnestly, his tone as leisurely as his pace, "Alright, now’s your chance, tell me what the reasons are."
He was clearly pretending to ask.
"That afternoon, when I went to Jiang Xubai to ask for the preloaded feature to work on, guess what his reaction was." Jiang Shuyao pursed her lips, angrily saying, "He actually told me to go online and play games to pass the time, obviously that’s something Boss Pei instructed."
At this point, she paused, looking up at Boss Pei’s new hairstyle.
Spontaneously adding, "Now that you’ve cut your hair, you look fiercer than before, maybe Jiang Xubai is really scared of you."
It was a possibility.
Everyone at the base knew that Jiang Shen was usually proud, but he was always submissive to Pei Yan.
As for why, it was baffling.
Including Jiang Shuyao, who also didn’t understand.
Her explanation made Pei Yan’s eye twitch.
What did she mean by saying he looked fiercer than before after cutting his hair, after being with him for so long, was her assessment of his appearance really that cold?
All in all, her words revolved around one theme.
Regarding the Princess’s future life at the base, Pei Yan imperiously believed that she should take it easy and spend as much energy as possible on her art classes, which were her dream, something he had never forgotten.
Programming was a bottomless pit, once immersed, it was hard to devote attention to anything else.
She had given up Yangjin for him, and he would never let her make that mistake again.
With him staying silent for so long, how could Jiang Shuyao not guess what he was thinking?
She pursed her lips, saying softly, "Let me give it a try, since I’ve chosen this path, I need to work hard and walk it well, and with you by my side, I’m not afraid of anything."
