When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 47 - 0: I Really Wish I Could Be Her Brother

The person beside her stared at her with a frost-covered face without moving, and Jiang Shuyao was puzzled by such behavior. After thinking for a moment, she roughly understood what he was up against.

After a stare-down for a while, she conceded defeat and said irritably, "Not everything in this world can be solved with fists. Are you addicted to hitting people?"

This time, Jiang Shuyao changed ’fighting’ to ’hitting people.’ The slight change in her words successfully ignited a fire in someone’s heart. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Pei Yan laughed coldly, grabbed her chin roughly, and hissed, "You heartless girl, who do you think I am fighting for?"

The young man’s eyes were terrifyingly dark. Jiang Shuyao was frightened by his intrusive and rough actions, and the retort she wanted to make was swallowed by her uncontrollable heartbeat.

Blushing, she broke free from his grip and retreated a few meters, her peach blossom eyes with a hint of blush looking at him wetly.

Damn!

Staring at him like that again, truly tempting, he really wanted to crush her into his embrace.

Pei Yan cursed inwardly and turned his head away, his black, shattered hair covering the sharp angle of his eye. His facial muscles tensed, and he stood in the night wind like a ferocious, hungry wolf.

Oblivious Jiang Shuyao, seeing this, thought he was holding back his anger.

The girl gently pursed her lips, and her breathing subconsciously became slow and shallow. At some point, she realized that the rascal was becoming increasingly difficult to deal with, no, rather, difficult to communicate with.

And this difficulty was subtly growing heavier by the moment.

It was getting late, and the wind was picking up.

Jiang Shuyao’s gaze shifted slightly and saw his black jacket still lying quietly on the ground, while he only wore a thin T-shirt, having been in the cold wind so long that even his temper should have cooled down.

She picked up the jacket and slowly walked towards Pei Yan, intending to let him put it on himself. But upon seeing his cold profile, she helplessly rubbed her forehead.

After hesitating for a few seconds, she tiptoed and draped the coat over him.

With warmth spreading through his shoulders into his skin, Pei Yan slowly lifted his eyelids and turned his face.

A small car driving at a constant speed came closer, its high beams on, shining on Pei Yan’s face and making him frown and squint.

Under the light, the cut above his eyebrow jumped back into Jiang Shuyao’s view.

He deserved the injury for fighting, and she didn’t want to deal with him.

But after going around in circles, she ultimately couldn’t help but ask, "How did you get hurt so badly? You were almost injured in the eye."

The wound at the bottom was long and deep, with just a sloppy application of iodine around its edges. It seemed he had come home too late last night and had to go to school early today, leaving no time for a hospital visit.

The girl’s face was serious, concern evident in her eyes.

Pei Yan just stood there in front of her, looking down at her, not bothering to put on the coat, letting it hang loosely on his shoulders.

She was waiting for his response, then after waiting, she only heard a low chuckle from his throat.

The young man’s laugh made his eyes shed their icy edge, and the atmosphere around him instantly warmed up, even the air between them felt more comfortable.

Jiang Shuyao, annoyed, raised her foot and stepped on him, "Still laughing? If you don’t restrain yourself and someone seeking revenge throws you into the river to feed the fish, what will Uncle Pei do? He has only you as a son."

"Old Pei’s matters of aging and passing, you don’t need to worry about. He’s so rich, once I’m gone, he can just find another woman and have another child."

Pei Yan’s lips curled into a lazy smile, his arm wrapping around the girl’s back, taking her backpack in his hand. He took long strides, passing her as he walked towards the entrance of Yasong Residence, "Hurry up and follow, brother has got something nice for you."

This was the second time that day he had referred to himself as her brother.

Jiang Shuyao watched the youth’s bold, long figure, silently smiling.

Actually, if he really wanted to be her brother, that would be great.

The purely affectionate kind.