When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 81 - 0: Perfect Match

Huh.

The little girl hit someone for the first time, and afterward, she actually felt shy.

How could she be so adorable?

Pei Yan reached up to the spot where she had hit him, his face breaking into a radient smile.

His phone had been ringing for a while now, and seeing that he showed no intention of answering it, Jiang Shuyao frowned and urged, "You should answer it already."

However, the call wasn’t from Zhu Yun, but rather from Chen Jin, who was having a blast in Seaside City.

Pei Yan knew the girl was anxious, yet he deliberately didn’t tell her.

Today was his birthday, and he had brought her back early on purpose just to spend some alone time with her.

Under the streetlight, Jiang Shuyao stood with her back to the boy.

The heat from behind her approached and the boy’s broad palms gripped her shoulders, turning her body around.

Pei Yan looked down at her with a smile in his voice, "Don’t be mad, come back with me; I have something to show you."

Caught off-guard by his words, Jiang Shuyao felt her heart lifted high, "What have you done this time!"

She had barely recovered from the last skiing competition, and this guy just couldn’t stay out of trouble.

Perhaps because her tone was too harsh, it seemed to upset Pei Yan a bit.

He pinched her chin, forcing her to look at him, "Don’t worry, even if I were to commit murder and arson, I’d make sure you were clear of it before I went down," he said, "You won’t get dirty."

"..."

Jiang Shuyao felt like she couldn’t reason with him.

Resignedly, she nodded and said, "Yeah, you won’t drag me down."

That wasn’t what she meant at all, but she was too tired to explain tonight.

There was an obvious perfunctoriness in the girl’s demeanor.

Pei Yan’s face darkened, his gaze sharp and fierce as he retorted, "Don’t you trust me?"

She was so frightened that she hurriedly shook her head, "I trust you, I do."

But could he just answer the phone?

The phone began to ring for the second round, and she really worried that if her mother couldn’t get through, she’d call the police.

Don’t doubt it, she had experienced it firsthand before.

Fortunately, seeing her sincere demeanor, Pei Yan finally let go of her, lazily pulling out his phone from his pocket.

This time it indeed was Zhu Yun calling, the caller ID displaying two clear characters, "Godmother."

Amidst Jiang Shuyao’s nervous expression, he lazily slid to answer the screen, calmly and smoothly responding, as well-behaved as could be.

Putting on a good show in front of the elders.

Yet he had never done a decent thing for her.

After hanging up the call, a smirk appeared in Pei Yan’s eyes, "See how much your mom likes me, we’re great together."

"..."

The boy’s fervent gaze nearly melted her.

Jiang Shuyao didn’t want to argue with him and silently walked ahead.

The person behind her, hands in his pockets, slowly followed, his voice ever-present.

"Also, don’t you scholarly folks value good matches in marriage, so I moved in right across your place."

She rubbed her temples, "A good match isn’t meant that way."

"I don’t care what it means, it’s just perfect for the two of us now."

Eventually, Jiang Shuyao couldn’t stand it any longer and turned around to implore in a low voice, "Pei Yan, you’re still a student, can you not always think of these improper things?"

God damn it.

She actually called ’liking someone’ so improper.

Was she trying to laugh him to death, out of sight, out of mind?

The corners of Pei Yan’s lips curled up mischievously, "If you think I’m not studying well, then manage me a bit, I just need someone to control me."

As long as she was with him, she could whip him every day, all fine by him.

As the saying goes, it takes a rogue to tame another.

But some rogues are defiant to the core, immune to swords and spears, and it takes only the tenderest part of the heart to soothe their defiance and to be reborn anew.

Jiang Shuyao to Pei Yan.

Was just that tender part of the heart.