When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 179: Supplementary Physiology Class

Chapter 179: Chapter 179: Supplementary Physiology Class

The girl’s voice was feeble, sounding by his ear as if a kitten’s paw was gently scratching at his heart.

In the darkness, her clear, bright eyes filled with mist, and she tilted her head slightly, rubbing her delicate chin against the arm that was wrapped in his sleeve.

Pei Yan’s breath caught, staring at the slowly darkening depths of her eyes.

"I know I was wrong, don’t be mad," Jiang Shuyao no longer argued, speaking to herself, "Tomorrow I’ll submit my resignation from the base, it’s a mess there now, and there’s no point in staying any longer. With that time, I might as well spend more time cultivating a relationship with my own boyfriend, like now, how romantic."

She always knew how to get to his Achilles’ heel.

Showing weakness and acting coy was the best remedy to soothe his anger.

And this remedy, not only was it not bitter, but it was also fatally sweet.

Pei Yan’s previously tense face, by now, had turned into an indescribable expression.

A smile that couldn’t quite pull through at the corners of his mouth—if there was a mirror in front of him at that moment, he would have certainly smacked himself hard, calling himself cheap.

Seeing no response from the person in front of her, Jiang Shuyao felt unsure, cautiously reaching out to touch his face, "Why aren’t you saying anything?"

No sooner had her hand touched his cold, hard features than he seized it in his grasp.

Pei Yan bowed his head, biting her slender, tender neck.

"Ouch."

The girl’s voice trembled, on the verge of crying.

"There’s something even more romantic, Princess, do you want to try it?" His lips were at her ear, and in the darkness, his deep voice seemed to come from the abyss, tempting a person to recklessly follow him into ruin and decline.

Jiang Shuyao dared not breathe, let alone move.

She knew that if she didn’t let him have his fun, the matter earlier wouldn’t be over.

"Shall we, perhaps, change locations?"

When saying this, Jiang Shuyao felt as if a devil had taken control over her.

The actions at this moment were almost entirely detached from the control of her brain, as she tiptoed to embrace his neck, whispering with her forehead pressed against his, "There’s a hotel near the school, we—"

"Let’s go now."

Pei Yan didn’t let her finish speaking, those three words slipping from his mouth, calm yet filled with suppressed emotion.

The empty hallway, that door opened from the inside.

Passing some classrooms with lights still on, Jiang Shuyao couldn’t help but quicken her pace, her face flushing.

University classrooms weren’t locked at night—places for imparting knowledge and solving doubts, such sacred places, yet inadvertently serving as secret meeting sites for so many.

The early autumn in October, the night wind carrying a touch of coolness.

Her burning cheeks cooled down by seven parts from the breeze.

Pei Yan held her hand as they walked out of the teaching building, feeling faint and weightless down the steps, relying entirely on that strong supporting hand.

The night was quiet and seductive, willow branches beside the artificial lake swayed gently, brushing his shoulder, rustling sounds like a graceful symphony of strings.

During the walk, neither of them spoke, as if both were waiting for a trigger point.

At the crossroads.

To the left, towards the dormitories.

To the right, towards the school gate.

It was still five minutes to ten o’clock, there was certainly no chance of making it back for the dormitory curfew.

Jiang Shuyao’s legs moved mechanically, winding up like clockwork and following the person beside her.

Sweat began to bead in the palm held by him, and as time passed, her throat also tightened unbearably.

"Pei Yan."

Her soft, cottony voice broke the quiet.

Pei Yan paused, turning his head to look at her.

His gaze traveled from top to bottom, landing on her lowered eyelashes, with a vague premonition stirring in his mind.

Under the intense gaze of someone, Jiang Shuyao didn’t know where she found the courage to pull out her ID card, and hesitantly handed it over to him, "I can’t get past this hurdle, why don’t you think of something, to change the date?"

The night was very quiet, the girl’s tone carried a hint of tentativeness, three parts naive, seven parts persistent.

The strong hand around her wrist loosened.

Pei Yan closed his eyes, wanting to tear apart and swallow down the vexing matter before him.

Some things, if you don’t do them, you can’t help but think about them over and over again. When you truly love someone but can’t have them, blood doesn’t calm down; on the contrary, it boils even more.

It was torture either way, and sometimes, in an instant, those crazy, unspeakable dark thoughts would sprout in his mind, wanting to just bully her to death.

Bully her once, then owe her for a lifetime.

But he couldn’t.

She wasn’t just any woman; she was his princess.

The prolonged silence from the person opposite him, that approaching storm of a gaze, was suffocating Jiang Shuyao.

At first, befuddled, she blurted out those words without understanding why.

Now, she truly regretted it—it was indeed quite unscrupulous.

She pursed her lips, not daring to look at him, pretending to be calm, she said, "Let’s go back to the dorm first, shall we? We can chat on WeChat later."

Pei Yan narrowed his eyes, "Chat about what."

Chat about...

Jiang Shuyao forced out a faint smile.

Looking up, her eyes glistening, she gazed at him: "Chat about programming."

Pei Yan gave a brief sneer and turned his head away.

In the cool night air, his profile regained its usual coldness as he walked past her with his hands in his pockets.

"Keep up. I’m going to give you a biology lesson tonight."

Her face turned red, her heartbeat, which had just normalized, began to race again.

"Pei Yan, be serious when you speak."

He walked ahead, a smile curling on his lips at some unseen angle: "Who just mentioned going to a hotel?"

Jiang Shuyao choked.

See, that sentence would be remembered by him for a lifetime.

Under the streetlights, the tall and short shadows moved in step, occasionally overlapping, occasionally creating a subtle distance.

On the cobblestone path, the girl’s embarrassed scolding and the other voice, lazy and carefree, could make one blush.

She hadn’t expected that jerk to actually give her a talk on such things.

The whole evening, she could only get halfway through her coding before her restless mind forced her to give up.

After washing up, wrapped in her blanket, she stared blankly at the ceiling; in the pitch black night, his voice, that demonic sound, still echoed in her ears. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Jiang Shuyao felt frustrated and couldn’t stop her wild thoughts.

He was only one year older than her—where had he learned all that?

That guy had committed countless absurdities over the years and, when it came to upbringing, he was far from the modest gentleman.

But no matter how indulgent he usually was, he never messed around foolishly outside.

She prided herself on being good at judging character, especially a boy she had grown up with.

In the dead of night, she was really about to go mad because of him.

Amongst the rising and falling snores of her roommates, Jiang Shuyao exhaled a heavy breath and closed her eyes.

She put on her headphones.

The "Calming Incantation" played on repeat.

In the chaotic situation at the base, Pei Yan was officially appointed as the manager by the department head himself.

Since the rumors had been circulating for a while, there was no need for a big reaction from everyone.

Life went on as usual, with double-digit numbers of newcomers joining every day.

Spilt water can’t be retrieved; others would accuse the base of lacking credibility.

Taking over the mess, Pei Yan didn’t rush to drive people away but continued using the previous approach of welcoming all who came.

The Computer Science Department’s broad-mindedness was passed on by word of mouth and soon, like a skyscraper rising abruptly from the ground, it stood proudly at the top of Rong University’s hot debate forum, commonly known as the cusp of the storm.

At the base’s office.

Jiang Xubai kicked his legs, rolling his black office chair on wheels, sliding quietly next to Jiang Shuyao, he asked in a low voice, "What exactly is he planning?"

His tone was anxious, devoid of his usual calmness.