When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 206: Fragrance

The last week, the base was basically left with just three regulars.

Oh, not exactly, as Zhang Xinxin would occasionally come over with a pile of snacks to stick around "neighborhood big brother" for a while, the snacks mainly for herself and not for Jiang Xubai.

"Xiao Bai, return your high-speed rail ticket. Let’s take the bus back this year."

Jiang Xubai pinched his brow, "The bus ride takes five hours, don’t you think that’s a waste of time?"

"Not at all, we’ll leave in the afternoon, enjoy the scenery along the way, and rest at the service area at night. We might even get to see the stars."

Watching stars at a service area, just about as enchanting as trash and instant noodles.

Jiang Xubai felt bitter inside; just the smell of the bus exhaust made him nauseous.

Oddly enough, there were some weirdos in the world whose biggest quirk was smelling gasoline, like Zhang Xinxin.

He even wondered if her lungs were built differently from ordinary people?

It was a mystery.

Jiang Xubai was slow to respond, and Zhang Xinxin squeezed out some tears, feeling wronged, "If you disagree, I’ll call your mom right now and tell her that her son abandoned the home and ran off, messing around with wild women."

"Do you think my mom would believe that?"

"Believe what, that you haven’t abandoned anyone or that there are no wild women?"

"..."

The air fell silent for two seconds.

Jiang Shuyao, who had been buried in her studies, quietly put on her headphones.

What a puzzling conversation...

Jiang Shuyao sighed inwardly. Accidentally making eye contact with someone across her, the person returned an amused smile and continued to code.

What an expression that was.

After a while, diagonally across from her, ending the previous conversation, Zhang Xinxin said she suddenly craved sweet and sour spareribs, dragging Jiang Xubai to the cafeteria.

The base was quiet, only the clicking of keyboards.

Around nearly midnight, the sound paused, as Pei Yan closed his laptop and got up.

"Let’s go, it’s time to eat."

Jiang Shuyao shook her head, "I’m not hungry yet."

Pei Yan stretched, "If you’re not hungry, let’s go for a walk first." He glanced at her, "’The Basics of Ideology, Morality, and Law Cultivation’..." pausing for two seconds, he clicks his tongue, "Stop memorizing, just copy from me when the time comes."

"..." Even with the volume low, Jiang Shuyao could guess what he was saying by reading his lips.

Taking off her headphones, with undisguised mockery: "Copy from you, then retake the exams with you next semester?"

Pei Yan walked around the table, his large hand landed on her shoulder, pressing not too light, not too heavy.

"The way you memorize isn’t as cute as when you code, truly Princess, stop memorizing, come take a walk with me."

Jiang Shuyao furrowed her brow.

In the middle of the day, who walks?

The thick textbook on ideological and moral cultivation, the heavily marked content was all important.

Her head ached slightly, somewhat glad she had followed her parents’ advice to choose science.

"Just give me a few more minutes, I’m almost done with this section."

The person behind her murmured indifferently, "Okay," then fell silent.

Young Master Pei, having been pampered from a young age, was quite comfortable to be around.

The girl squinted her eyes in enjoyment, mumbling under her breath.

Once someone gets invested, they can focus very quickly.

While Jiang Shuyao was pondering and analyzing how people, on a certain cognitive basis, should fully believe in and act on an ideology or thing, the large hand on her shoulder began to feel restless.

She closed her eyes, trying her best to bear it.

Good, next up was the basic content and requirements of patriotism.

The cool fingers moved through obstacles to reach the strap clinging to her skin.

The movement was minor, just slightly lifting with the fingertip before letting go.

"Princess, isn’t this a bit too tight?"

The voice above her head, earnest to the point of being annoying.

Just like that, her train of thought was successfully shot into outer space.

Following that, her entire body turned to ice.

Jiang Shuyao looked at her book again. Patriotism reflected the deep affection the masses hold for their homeland, regulating the individual’s—

"Smells good."

The dog’s head reached her neck and took a deep breath.

A sense of belonging, what was it again?

"Were you soaked in milk as a child?"

Collapse.

Jiang Shuyao raised her thick philosophy textbook and slapped it hard across his face.

"Will you ever stop!"

Countless interruptions had completely wiped her train of thought.

If she couldn’t finish reciting the knowledge points in one breath, all her previous efforts would be in vain.

Jiang Shuyao’s face turned red with anger, her watery eyes full of fury.

Her gaze fixed on his face, she saw a red mark slowly appear on his cold, hard jawline.

Her heart softened.

She touched his chin and frowned, "Does it hurt?"

The girl’s fingertips were soft and fragrant.

The princess seemed to exude fragrance from inside out.

Pei Yan grabbed her fingertips, his smile twitching, "A kiss and it won’t hurt."

It seemed he had worried too much, as people with skin thicker than city walls usually had dull senses.

Jiang Shuyao silently withdrew her hand from his grasp and stared at the book for a while, wondering how she could have used so much strength.

What if it had been a knife?

Wouldn’t that guy have been disfigured?

Jiang Shuyao was deeply remorseful, not noticing that the person beside her was slowly inching closer at an almost imperceptible speed.

She turned her head and saw his face suddenly enlarge before her, and the words she had yet to spit out were swallowed into his stomach.

He hadn’t kissed her like this in a long time.

It was as if his busy body urgently sought mental comfort once it stopped.

Boss Pei had matured a lot now, a gentleman in public, a whirlwind in private.

The last bit of her proactive consciousness disappeared in his increasingly frenzied plundering.

He seemed to want to crush her.

Yet, he mercifully preserved her last bit of dignity.

As the kiss progressed, Pei Yan chuckled lightly.

"Princess, breathe."

Jiang Shuyao’s face was flushed red.

Only when she looked up did she realize that he had risen from his chair at some point, his tall frame blocking the light, casting her entirely in shadow.

"I want to go back to the dorm this afternoon to study," she said in a tender yet determined tone.

Pei Yan reached out to brush the hair on her cheek behind her ear and said nothing, merely nodding.

His gaze was terrifyingly honest.

Jiang Shuyao made a move to get up, but he gently pushed her back down, "Just stay in the dorm, don’t go to the rooftop."

The rooftop was actually more suitable for studying.

Of course, she dared not say that.

"Okay."

Pei Yan’s eyes returned to normal, and he slowly stood up, releasing his hold on her.

Sometimes it was incredible.

The arrogant Boss Pei, to be so wary of someone to this extent.

Jiang Shuyao knew his temper, the more she explained, the more likely it was to upset him.

Even that day after coming back from the bar, if she hadn’t mentioned Chen Jin and Wen Lin, he might have removed Zhong Yuan from the base.

She used to be on friendly terms with Tang Xing, and he had never been this sensitive.

She couldn’t figure out what the problem was.

The night before the exam, the entire dorm was unusually relaxed.

Using the monitor’s words, as the successors of the new-era socialists, one must concentrate on studies, and last-minute efforts would never end well.