When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 72 - 0: Intentional

The next day, Zhu Yun went to knock on Yaoyao’s door, but there was no response for quite a while. Just as she was about to push the door open to check, the child emerged with dark circles under her eyes.

Staying up late playing on the phone had become the norm every night before the weekend.

Jiang Shuyao met her mother’s all-seeing gaze and, feeling guilty, her eyelids drooped as she asked weakly, "Mom, is Pei Yan coming over at noon?"

Without waiting for her mother to reply, she furrowed her brows and said, "Tell him to go cool off somewhere else. He’s not allowed to come over."

What nonsense was this child talking about first thing in the morning?

Zhu Yun felt a bit awkward and was just about to speak when a nonchalant voice sounded leisurely from the dining area.

"Godmother, your daughter seems to have a problem with me."

This sudden statement caught both of them off guard.

Jiang Shuyao’s eyes widened slightly. When had this guy come over?

It was only six in the morning. Was he really that keen to come for a meal?

She was utterly speechless.

Zhu Yun looked at Pei Yan sitting at the dining table and reassured him with a smile, "Don’t mind her nonsense. There’s plenty of porridge left in the pot, Yaoyao can’t finish it all by herself, I’ll go get you a bowl."

With the mother heading to the kitchen, the two were left together, one seated, one standing, the atmosphere subtly tense.

Jiang Shuyao silently pulled out a chair and sat down opposite the certain someone.

The girl radiated a chill, even her breaths carried an obvious rejection of him.

Pei Yan found it amusing, leaned back lazily, and taunted her with a prepared look, "What have I done to you now?"

His carefree tone sounded so annoying that Jiang Shuyao didn’t want to bother with him, but she couldn’t withstand his intense gaze.

She lifted her eyelids and said expressionlessly, "Last night I asked you what you wanted for your birthday gift, but you said nothing. Can I take that as, you’re letting it slide this time?"

Pei Yan couldn’t help but laugh at the girl’s sullen look.

Jiang Shuyao frowned, "What are you laughing at?"

He looked at her indulgently and explained calmly, "My hand was sore last night, went to bed early."

"...Sore hand?"

Jiang Shuyao’s expression tightened, "It still hurts after the injection? Is there any glass left in the wound?"

The boy just looked at her quietly, saying nothing.

After a while, seeing a teasing smile playing on his lips, he suggested, "So, are you mad at me for ignoring you last night?"

Jiang Shuyao felt frustrated all of a sudden.

She said firmly, "You did it on purpose last night."

Having reached this point in the conversation, Pei Yan no longer pretended and straightforwardly admitted it.

All this playing hard to get resulted in him not sleeping the entire night.

Old He suggested this strategy, and he hadn’t had much hope for it.

But to his surprise, coming over this morning had given him an unforeseen delight.

It proved that this girl did care about him after all.

Facing that unabashedly smiling face, Jiang Shuyao’s expression slowly became calm.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

She asked coldly, "Have you laughed enough?"

Pei Yan sat with his legs crossed, his face contented, "Haven’t had enough, what do you want to do about it?"

The young man’s left hand resting on the dining table was bandaged, with a row of faint bite marks on his wrist. A combination of wounds and bites, it looked rather pitiful.

But it only took a moment to extinguish any sympathy.

Jiang Shuyao slowly raised her head and inquired,

"Do you still remember the longevity noodles my mom made for you five years ago?"

Pei Yan toned down his smile, "What are you planning to do?"

She took a deep breath and called towards the kitchen, "Mom, Pei Yan said he wants to eat—"

The air stilled.

Her remaining words were quickly smothered by the warm palm covering her mouth.

With a dining table between them, Pei Yan stood up from his chair and leaned over, his scorching breath on the girl’s nose. He lazily warned, "Try shouting again and see if I kiss you or not."