When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 33 - 0: Scared Silly

Hearing his explanation, Jiang Shuyao’s solemn expression slowly relaxed.

She had almost forgotten that today’s gang fight at the North Alley started because Pei Yan fought over someone’s girlfriend.

Initially, she thought it was just a rumor, but seeing the little rascal beat the high school tyrant from the neighboring vocational school like that seemed to lend quite a bit of credibility to the gossip.

Jiang Shuyao glanced with her peripheral vision at the couple’s slippers on their feet, giving rise to a certain speculation.

This guy couldn’t really be...

"You’re thinking correctly,"

Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a deep voice, and as she lifted her head, she saw Pei Yan, utterly earnest.

"You know what I’m thinking?" Jiang Shuyao blinked dubiously.

His eyes hadn’t left her from the beginning. He even caught every subtle expression on the girl’s face.

The hints had been so obvious, and she was such a bright girl, she couldn’t have failed to understand.

Just like emotions suppressed for so long inside, once they find a trigger, merely waiting to break through the final gap before they pour out.

And at that moment, Pei Yan was more anxious than ever before. He had to stay completely lucid to face the unknown outcome.

The air was tense, and Pei Yan looked down at the girl, a rare warmth flickering between his brows, "If Yaoyao likes it too, then in the future—"

"Do you have any extra slippers at home?"

Jiang Shuyao felt increasingly uncomfortable as she looked on, as if she had a déjà vu of taking over someone else’s belongings.

When she received no response for a long while, she frowned and waved in front of his eyes, "Aren’t you hungry? Hurry up."

Pei Yan suddenly stumbled, restraining his irritation to ask, "Don’t you like the pair you have on?"

"You bought them for someone else; it’s inappropriate for me to wear them," Jiang Shuyao stated bluntly. There was no one else around anyway, no need to worry about privacy.

Her words hit him like a cold shower, turning the heated air instantly freezing.

Pei Yan’s hand on the shoerack gradually tightened, and he narrowed his eyes dangerously, "What did you say?"

Hmm?

The girl looked at him dumbly, utterly puzzled.

Seeing her dumbfounded expression, Pei Yan couldn’t suppress the fury in his heart any longer and growled, "If I say they’re suitable, then they’re suitable. Dare to utter another word, and I’ll throw you out the window. Do you believe me?"

She: "..."

Even though she knew from a young age that the little rascal had a bad temper, she was still taken aback by his outburst just now.

She stood in front of the young man, blankly seeing the terrifying rage that had suddenly surged in his dark pupils a moment ago.

The last time she saw him like that was three years ago.

On the fifth day after his godmother went abroad, he locked himself in the piano room without eating or drinking for thirty-eight hours. When Uncle Pei and others forced the door open, she stood quietly outside, gazing at the wreckage of wooden splinters all over the inside of the piano room.

The piano was his godmother’s beloved treasure, even more precious than life itself, yet on that day, it was destroyed by the hands of her own son.

At some moment, Jiang Shuyao realized that maybe the bright and cheery Pei Yan would never come back.

She felt very sad, so sad she wanted to cry.

Tears brimming in her eyes, Jiang Shuyao sniffled and softly said, "You’re the one who wanted fried rice with egg, and you’re also the one who threatened to throw me out. I can’t provoke you, so I can avoid you. Please move aside; I want to go home."

Pei Yan’s heart fluttered when he saw the girl’s moist eyes, and his anger dissipated almost instantly.

After a tense stand-off, he finally resigned himself and said, "I was just talking; I wouldn’t really throw you out."

The girl turned her face away, not wanting to deal with him.

He was filled with regret but didn’t wish to defend himself anymore. After a few seconds of silence, he pointed to the treadmill on the balcony, "I’ll run on that for three days and three nights, and you won’t let me stop, I won’t stop, how about that?"

Jiang Shuyao looked where he was pointing and couldn’t help mutter, "How would that benefit me if you ran yourself to death?"

Heh, it seems the little girl’s brain only works selectively.

He smiled with interest, "It’d be good if I died, I wouldn’t pester you anymore."

"What nonsense are you talking?"

"Uh-huh, nonsense,"

Pei Yan nodded in earnest and, regardless of the girl’s struggles, forcibly took her into the kitchen.

"Little rascal, don’t change the subject; when did I say I forgave you?"

"Don’t talk about forgiveness; it’s too formal."

Jiang Shuyao laughed out of irritation: "Have you no shame?"

"I don’t want it, it’s all yours."

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