When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 191: Sorry, Baby

Unlike last time, the phone and WeChat were actually accessible.

However, except for simple everyday language, he occasionally spoke some embarrassingly bold words, which fell into a void without stirring a slightest ripple.

He was her man and believed he could understand some of her thoughts.

He had once thought that the Princess had simple ideas, and he had nailed it for life in this regard.

But after that night’s incident, Young Master Pei, who usually controlled everything, gradually lost his confidence.

Under the stunned gaze of several pairs of eyes, he grabbed his coat and cellphone and strode towards the door.

Sigh~

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

At last, he took action.

In couple’s quarrels, as long as the man is thick-skinned and takes the initiative, there’s nothing difficult.

Dormitory building, rooftop.

Zhong Yuan could now skillfully sing "Chengdu," his androgynous voice capturing ears as usual.

The band was named Moon, which, in terms of artistic conception, matched well with the folk style.

But Jiang Shuyao always felt it was a bit awkward. The biggest characteristic of folk music is its simplicity and purity. Adopting an English name seemed somewhat inappropriate and mixed.

Facing the night breeze and standing in front of the railing, she raised her hand to smooth her windblown hair and asked Zhong Yuan behind her, "When is the band’s first performance?"

The melody paused.

Two beats later, Zhong Yuan finished the lively tail tune, set the guitar on the ground, stood up, and came beside her with a can of beer at his lips, "Luye, Saturday night at seven."

"Okay," Jiang Shuyao nodded.

Zhong Yuan took a couple of sips, glanced at her sideways, "Why, are you coming to support us?"

Supporting...

She hadn’t thought about that, just asking out of curiosity.

"Just curious to see. If I’m there, no one will bully you."

Jiang Shuyao dryly turned her head to look at the band leader next to her, who was expressionlessly extending an invitation.

He looked a bit like a future star.

She smiled ambiguously, giving a non-committal answer, "We’ll see. If I go, I’ll tell you in advance on WeChat."

Just after eight o’clock, the night had completely fallen.

The vibration of WeChat sounded particularly clear in the night. She swiped open the screen, looked at it, and nonchalantly put it back.

After two seconds, five messages popped up in succession.

"Where are you?"

"I’m coming to find you."

"Reply to my message."

"Princess."

"Don’t push me."

Jiang Shuyao turned her eyes away.

What was she pushing him to? 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Just in case someone did something desperate, she wickedly sent back two words.

"Rooftop."

If he had to jump, she would jump off the rooftop.

Young Master Pei was no fool. He wasn’t easily fooled.

Through the deep night sky, a corner resonated with a change of chords seamlessly connecting to "Nanshan South."

Written and composed by Ma Di, included in his album "Lonely Island," it had won the Best Folk Single of the Year at the 4th Abilu Music Festival.

There was a line in the song:

He said none of your praised beauties

Could match the first time he met you.

...

Each time she heard it, the heartbeat in her chest unconsciously became delicate and warm.

Taking advantage of the twilight, Jiang Shuyao leaned in front of the railing, listening to the guitar melody, contemplating the materials for her final art project, as inspiration burst forth.

Facing the cool night breeze, she slowly extended her arms, tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and let her thoughts soar into the distant sky.

But just like the song said.

She was experiencing eternal spring on the rooftop.

While someone was encountering a heavy snowstorm downstairs.

As the melody climaxed, the rooftop’s iron door was suddenly kicked open. The loud noise interrupted the guitar sound and shocked Jiang Shuyao, causing her to swiftly open her eyes and see the dark figure in the night, advancing towards her with a strong aura.

At that moment, she felt her breathing almost stop.

When Pei Yan’s livid face appeared in front of her, the chilling coldness in the depths of his eyes made her involuntarily step back two steps.

"You, how did you get up—"

His grip tightened around her waist, and he pressed her fiercely into his embrace. His voice, torn in the night wind, seemed ready to devour her, "So eager to die, I will fucking kill you right now, believe it or not!"

What?

Jiang Shuyao was scared stiff, staring wide-eyed without moving.

After a few seconds, she tried to push him away, but her wrists were tightly held.

"Yaoyao."

His voice softened, but his breathing was heavier than before, "Don’t joke about your own life. If you die, I can’t live either."

Under the cover of darkness, she saw the veins on Pei Yan’s hand, holding her back, bulge with tension.

Suddenly, she realized the comment about the rooftop had gone too far.

He actually thought she would jump off.

What kind of logic is that?

He held her so tightly that she could hardly breathe. Jiang Shuyao tried to soothe him by touching his back, whispering softly, "Pei Yan, I’m okay, let me go first."

The grip around her waist tightened even more.

"Let go, there are people around."

"I don’t care, I won’t let go."

"..."

Jiang Shuyao couldn’t help but smile through her tears. She glanced in frustration at Zhong Yuan in the corner.

This evening’s events were probably shocking not just for her.

For the first time in her life, such a ridiculous misunderstanding had occurred.

The two hugged tightly, while Zhong Yuan calmly picked up the guitar from the ground and walked downstairs.

Before leaving, he said, "Next time you go out, remember to medicate him."

Medicate.

A smirk that wanted not to form stretched across Jiang Shuyao’s lips, caught by his observant eyes.

It seemed that he was slowly coming back to his senses.

He grabbed her chin, lowered his head, and kissed her hard, teeth clenched, "Having fun?"

Jiang Shuyao looked innocently upset, her eyes wet as she stared at him, "It’s your own misunderstanding, yet you blame me."

Misunderstanding.

Trying every trick to sneak into the girls’ dormitory, sneaking up like a thief, and all he could say was a misunderstanding.

Ridiculous.

Truly fucking ridiculous.

Pei Yan closed his eyes, released her shoulders, and leaned tiredly against the railing.

The darkness hid the bloodshot in his eyes; the night wind, carrying the sweet fragrance of the girl’s hair, gradually calmed the restlessness inside him.

"Give me a cigarette," his voice no longer carried any discernible emotion.

Jiang Shuyao slowly approached, reaching into his pocket to find the cigarettes and lighter.

"Left side."

She switched to the left.

She frowned, still unable to find it.

Just as she was about to withdraw her hand, he grabbed it, and she looked up, stunned, into his intense gaze.

Her palm pressed against his burning thigh.

Pei Yan’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and in a teasing tone, he asked, "Princess, does your hand still hurt?"

Her head buzzed.

Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and anger as she pinched a piece of flesh on his thigh, "Say it again and see what happens."

She was fierce, increasingly so in his manner.

His muscles felt as solid as iron, unmoving and unfazed no matter how hard she squeezed.

Exhausted by her exertions, she finally let go.

Pei Yan chuckled lowly, pinched her puffed-up cheek, drew her close, and tenderly kissed the corner of her eye, "I really couldn’t stand that night. I’m sorry, baby."

In the dark, his low voice almost merged with the dusk.

That ’baby’ sounded so natural, as if in his heart she deserved all the beautiful names in the world.

Jiang Shuyao quietly lowered her eyes, unable to hold back the sourness.

She hadn’t really blamed him.

Like he said, when two people are together, they will eventually have to go through some things.

Moreover, he did not touch her that night.

She had just been... frightened.

So for the past half a month, she had been a bit afraid to see him.