When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 63 - 0: Can You Be More Restrained?

Someone remained indifferent, fingers curling a girl’s hair and teasing it mercilessly.

Jiang Shuyao could no longer tolerate the restless hand behind her, and with a swoosh, she stood up. Before she could erupt, she heard Pei Yan’s cold voice, "I don’t have a principle against hitting women, but if you dare touch her again, you’ll face the consequences."

After finishing, he stood up from the chair, and as everyone stared open-mouthed, Pei Yan walked out of the restaurant with the girl.

Shen Man stood there holding a cup, her face turning a mix of green and white.

Tsk!

What a so-called high school beauty, she looks like a ghost.

Chen Jin scoffed disdainfully and turned to remind the chubby girl beside him.

"Hey, snap out of it!"

Tang Xing came to her senses, realizing that the seat in front of her was empty. When had Yaoyao left her and gone?

She quickly grabbed her phone, following Chen Jin and the other two out of the restaurant.

Great, a good meal paid for but uneaten, what a waste.

As soon as they stepped out the door, Jiang Shuyao irritably shook off that person’s hand, "Pei Yan, in front of so many people, can you restrain yourself a bit?"

Since breaking through that barrier, this guy had become increasingly unrestrained with her, truly thinking she had no way to deal with him.

The girl’s face flushed with anger as Pei Yan stood under a landscape tree, carelessly retorting, "So what you mean is, if there’s no one around, I don’t have to restrain myself? Like at your doorstep, can I kiss you?"

"Kiss your big head, ghost!"

Jiang Shuyao didn’t want to talk to this lunatic. At that moment, Tang Xing emerged from inside, and she silently walked over, grabbed her deskmate, and stomped toward the school.

At this hour, there was no time for food, and a good student values their time above all else. Pei Yan curved his lips into a smile, letting her go.

When the boys came out, they saw their leader standing there alone, a familiar scene that was tear-jerking.

"Brother Yan, is Yaoyao’s hair fun to play with?"

Chen Jin spoke, then slapped his own face. What a stupid thing to say, what was he thinking?

The other two looked at their leader with anticipation.

Pei Yan’s face remained expressionless, his hand in his pocket still seemingly carrying the fragrance of the girl’s hair, spreading from his fingertips into his veins, nourishing every nerve.

All his actions were just to show those vocational high girls that Jiang Shuyao was deeply connected to him, and anyone who dared to touch her would have to deal with Pei Yan.

But in the eyes of a certain little girl, this came off as flirting, boundaryless behavior, huh?

Heh.

Pei Yan laughed self-mockingly. What could he do? He simply couldn’t control his desires.

When shy, he wanted to kiss her, when angry, he wanted to pinch her face, and when she was obedient and quiet, he couldn’t help but want to tease her into laughter.

Every emotion of Jiang Shuyao now threaded through every second of Pei Yan’s life.

He didn’t know when this all started, but he knew it was endless, until he lost all hope.

On the way back, He Qingzhou suddenly remembered something.

"Brother Yan, what are your plans for your birthday this weekend? Still going to play in Seaside City?"

Reminded by Old He, Chen Jin smacked his forehead, "Look at my memory, I forgot to prepare a birthday present. Brother Yan, are you accepting red envelopes this year?"

For rich second generations like them, throwing a lavish birthday party was common, and giving money often seemed too tacky, especially since Pei Yan was certainly not lacking in funds.

Previous birthdays were nothing but calling a bunch of fair-weather friends to play all night in a club, but this year was different.

This year required some serious thought.

The trio found it odd, their leader stayed quiet the entire way, lost in thought.

As they walked, he suddenly turned into a small supermarket next to them.

Seeing this, Xu Kanfeng touched his rumbling stomach, unable to restrain his howling.

"Awoo, what’s for dinner tonight? I’m starving!"