When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 102: Sweet

Pei Yan’s gaze was ice-cold, void of any warmth, filled with indifference and alienation. He said, "Go back."

The girl halted in her steps, stopping two meters away from him.

She didn’t speak, just quietly watched the boy.

As the rain grew heavier, Pei Yan lost his patience and roared at her, "I told you to go back, dry your hair, change your clothes, did you hear me?"

The emotions she’d desperately held back suddenly collapsed.

Tears fell from Jiang Shuyao’s cheeks like a broken string.

This time she didn’t cry out loud, she even tried hard to suppress it.

She didn’t want to show weakness at a time like this. She should be stronger, to stop this bastard from spouting violence whenever he didn’t like someone’s face.

He was nineteen this year, already an adult.

Surely he knew the consequences of deliberate injury.

The girl’s eyes were red, rain mixed with her tears striking Pei Yan’s heart incessantly.

He felt suffocated and unbearable, his fingers twitched at his side, and he advanced a few steps to pull her into his arms.

The boy’s hands were strong as he grasped her shoulders and brought her underneath a tree.

He pushed her roughly against the trunk, his dark eyes terrifying.

The bell for the end of class faintly rang from the Qinyuan Building, twelve seconds of chime ended, and the broadcast began with a light, soothing prelude.

The broadcaster played an instrumental piece.

It was "Sky City."

Amidst the lingering rain curtain, the misty, sorrowful melody wrapped around the breath of the two.

At that moment, Jiang Shuyao didn’t have any intention to struggle.

Large raindrops seeped through the gaps in the leaves, falling on his solid shoulders.

He didn’t move an inch, his tall figure firmly shielding her head.

He lowered his head, and suddenly, his cool lips kissed her eyes fiercely. Jiang Shuyao’s body stiffened in fright, and she quickly closed her eyes.

The boy’s large hand wrapped around her waist was scalding hot, the heat from his palm spreading to her skin, a blush creeping up her earlobes.

The bustle of students could be heard from afar, as classes were over.

She turned her head, placing her hand against the boy’s body, her cheeks flushed, "Today, I won’t hold this against you."

"You’re pitying me," Pei Yan’s hand on the girl’s waist exerted a little pressure. "Or did seeing me go crazy frighten you, so you don’t dare to resist?"

Listening to all he said, Jiang Shuyao frowned slightly.

She didn’t dare look at him, but not out of fear.

It was that kiss just now, it left her too ashamed to know what to do.

Jiang Shuyao bit her lip, "I’m not afraid, and I don’t pity you. Let go of me first, I have something to tell you."

Pei Yan remained silent for a while, looking down at her for a long time.

Gazing at her deliberately averted eyes, he laughed sarcastically, then let go of her.

She was still afraid of him, after all.

This was his first episode in almost two years.

Even though he knew she was watching from behind, he still couldn’t help punching down, over and over.

At that moment, his mind was blank, his body seemingly possessed by a devil. Every time he recalled what Liang Zixiao had said to her, those filthy words, he wanted to stab that scum to death.

Until she hugged him from behind, that trembling "Brother Yan" made the boiling blood in his body solidify in an instant.

His princess had embraced him for the first time on her own initiative and even called him Brother Yan.

On any other day, Pei Yan would have been so excited that he’d be unable to sleep all night.

However, at that time, there was only overwhelming despair in his heart.

He was sick, and eventually, she found out.

She would think, like everyone else, that he was a devil, a madman.

Just like a moment ago when he kissed her, she did not slap him furiously as she used to, she just timidly said that she would not hold it against him.

Heh.

Pei Yan suddenly laughed.

He was probably the most pitiable person in the world, despised by his mother, and the person he liked was also growing further and further away from him.

Rain drizzled. "Sky City," carrying a tinge of sorrow in its ending notes, faded into the campus sky.

Jiang Shuyao closed her eyes and slowly raised her hand, brushing over his rain-soaked hair, and said softly, "I’m very sorry."

The girl’s sudden gesture caused Pei Yan to freeze.

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with earnestness, "I know your illness has been slowly healing, but because of me today, it’s all undone now, isn’t it?"

"I cry because I’m very upset, upset that you go to extreme and dangerous lengths for me over and over again."

"Pei Yan," she called his name.

The girl’s soft voice, carrying the warmth of the spring breeze, penetrated his icy bones.

She said, "You’ll always be my Brother Yan, and you’ll never hurt me, I believe you."

So, even though she knew he was ill and had witnessed his entire manic episode,

She wouldn’t be afraid of him.

Jiang Shuyao finished speaking quietly, but the person in front of her didn’t react for a long time.

Pei Yan lowered his gaze to look at her, unable to decipher the emotions in his dark pupils. He lightly touched the corner of her eye with his finger, where a faint dampness still lingered.

His throat tightened, "I took those words you just said seriously."

Jiang Shuyao nodded sincerely, "They’re heartfelt words, you must take them seriously."

His hand stilled, and his breath paused for a moment.

Following that, Jiang Shuyao felt a tightening around her waist, and was suddenly lifted by his arm strength. She cried out in shock, but in the next moment, her feet were on the ground, firmly stepping on his shoes.

He was much taller than her, and even so, he still needed to lower his head to look at her, as if to perform the next action.

Pei Yan’s gaze was intense as he held the girl’s cold little face, and tenderly kissed the corner of her lips.

Heaven had given him the audacity, and he had to act on it.

Even if it killed him.

Jiang Shuyao reacted quickly this time.

The youth had barely bent his head for two seconds when she grabbed his short hair and tugged slightly but firmly.

She said indignantly, "Don’t get cocky, let me down this instant."

The girl’s eyes swirled with shame and anger, her cheeks flushed a pitiful red.

Despite his hair being ravaged in her hands, Pei Yan adamantly refused to let go.

The tree trunk was somewhat damp; he held her waist and turned half a circle.

Her feet still stood on his shoes, his back pressed against the tree trunk.

Beneath the drizzling rain, the young man’s unrestrained laughter echoed low and deep, like a joyful symphony in winter, startling and thrilling her.

Jiang Shuyao hurriedly covered his mouth, "Stop laughing!"

What if they attracted attention?

Pei Yan buried his face in her hair.

The slightly damp strands exuded a faint fragrance as he inhaled deeply, lazily chuckling, "The debt you owe me, I intend to claim back with interest, let’s see if you dare to fool me again."

"..." The girl looked bewildered.

Seeing her clueless expression.

Pei Yan casually reminded her, "That night in the studio, what did you kiss with?"

His eyes twinkled with amusement as he watched the girl slowly reveal her embarrassment.

With her awkward moment exposed, Jiang Shuyao’s tone became much duller.

She said quietly with her head lowered, "It was only because you drove me to desperation; otherwise, I wouldn’t deceive anyone."

Yes, it was his fault.

The girl’s aggrieved appearance caught Pei Yan’s rapt attention.

But Jiang Shuyao couldn’t help sneezing and sniffled, feeling a sudden chill.

He touched her cheeks with his hand; they were cold, without a hint of warmth.

Pei Yan took out his phone and dialed Uncle Li, then let go of Jiang Shuyao and walked with her to the parking lot.