When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 37 - 0: Did an Angel Live in the Devil’s Heart?

In such situations, Jiang Shuyao generally didn’t want to deal with him, but couldn’t stand someone testing her covertly and openly, so she glanced indifferently at the brochure on the tea table and sneered in the way that person always did.

"Out of the old times’ sake, I’ll kindly remind you that this season is the peak period for HIV. Take care of yourself."

HIV. It took Pei Yan quite a while to realize what she had implied.

A rush of blood shot to his head. He closed his eyes, forced himself to calm down, and when he spoke again, his throat was tight, "Jiang Shuyao, in your heart, am I such an unprincipled person?"

He spat out the words with a bite, filling the room with the smell of gunpowder, but unfortunately, the girl was unaffected, continuing to eat fruit and watch a variety show on the sofa.

Pei Yan couldn’t help but laugh, feeling quite capable of rousing the sharp-tongued nature hidden deep within her with just a few words.

However, thinking about how she only showed this side in front of him, his emotions seemed to elevate.

To Jiang Shuyao, Pei Yan was special, and that was enough.

As for the HIV, even if it were true, he would definitely be in it together with her for this lifetime.

While Pei Yan thought about these things, his mind didn’t conjure any indecent images. His thoughts flowed smoothly, with only a slight ripple at the corners of his lips, even his gaze on the girl was pure and clean.

Some people are devils, but harbor an angel in their hearts, would you believe it?

"Bullshit," Pei Yan muttered irritably, shifting his gaze away from the girl, grabbed his phone, stood up, and prepared to leave.

Jiang Shuyao was happy to oblige, quickly tilting her head up to see him off, "You might not be accustomed to the food Auntie makes, you should eat lunch outside. Do you have money? I can lend you some if not."

While putting on his coat, Pei Yan exposed her hypocrisy, "Could you be any more insincere?"

The girl said nothing, and he inexplicably added, "Don’t dress like this in front of me in the future."

Jiang Shuyao’s expression froze as she glanced down at her homewear.

It was a conservative style, what was the problem?

Before leaving, Pei Yan changed his shoes at the entrance, kindly clearing up her confusion, "The clothes are too loose, it could easily provoke crime."

"..."

Jiang Shuyao held her breath, and the air around her seemed to freeze.

Although he loved to see her blush, Pei Yan still had to leave some way out for himself.

After a moment of silence, the sound of the door closing echoed from the entrance.

At the same time, Jiang Shuyao, her cheeks flushed like a shrimp, quickly adjusted her clothes with her hands, then sat upright in front of the TV, eyes fixed, no longer able to concentrate.

Unable to keep watching the variety show, she regained her senses and switched the channel to a period drama.

The emotions of the seventies were the most unadorned, human interactions simple, without schemes or malicious teasing.

Jiang Shuyao calmed herself as time quickly passed.

The weekend went by quickly with studying and binge-watching TV series, during which her mother knocked on her door several times without response, only to find out through a call that Pei Yan had gone hiking with some friends.

Her gut feeling told her that the little rascal hardly seemed the hiking type, he might just be whiling away in some internet cafe or club.

Let him waste his time, what did it have to do with her, his kind was bound to ruin themselves eventually.

Usually, Jiang Shuyao wasn’t someone who held grudges, but this one merit seemed to automatically falter in front of Pei Yan.

Perhaps that comment about her clothes being too loose had really cast a deep shadow in her heart.