Chapter 5 The Timid Home Tutor of the Profligate Evil Young Master

 When Luo Yan woke up the next day, she groaned.

It’s strange, she always feels somewhat uncomfortable, really puzzling.

She decided to fold the quilt while lying on the bed, folding the clothes after the quilt. Seeing some stains on the floor, she wanted to wipe them with a towel.

When Pei Yao entered, he saw Luo Yan lying on the bed with her buttocks up.

He watched with relish as Luo Yan tidied up the room, a picture of domesticity. A smile played on his lips. When Luo Yan, holding old clothes, was about to head to the bathroom for a thorough cleaning, he symbolically tapped the edge of the door frame and cleared his throat.

“Leave it there, Little Teacher,” Pei Yao couldn’t help but smile, “The servants will come to clean up later.”

Immersed in her household chores, Luo Yan finally noticed Pei Yao leaning against the door frame. A blush crept up her face as she put down her work and shyly greeted him.

“Good morning, Little Teacher,” Pei Yao greeted her with a smile.

Luo Yan twisted her fingers, avoiding eye contact, wondering why Young Master Pei Yao always appeared so disheveled.

Pei Yao, leaning against the door frame, was only wearing a robe, the belt loosely hanging, revealing a large expanse of honey-colored chest, and most embarrassingly, the loosely hanging belt formed a subtle curve.

Perhaps it was a reaction every man had in the morning, but it was just too obvious.

Luo Yan felt suffocated, wondering if there was a special scent in the spacious room that she couldn’t detect. Otherwise, why did she feel like she was in the vortex of the sea, with a salty wave about to engulf her whenever a damp wave hit her?

Shaking her head, Luo Yan returned to her obedient and gentle demeanor, trying hard not to show excessive interest in Pei Yao’s unconventional home attire.

Seeing Luo Yan shaking her head, Pei Yao found it adorable and couldn’t help but approach her, patting her furry head and pulling her into his arms, rubbing his chin against her head.

“So fragrant. What shampoo do you use, Little Teacher?”

“Just using your shampoo.” Luo Yan, puzzled by Pei Yao’s behavior, extended a finger to poke his chest, freeing herself from his embrace, and said seriously, “Young Master, please refrain from touching.”

Pei Yao thought Luo Yan would still be as stiff as yesterday, allowing him to tease her, but he didn’t expect his little tutor to reject him today?

Her little hand poking at his chest—where his heart beat—felt like setting a fire in his heart.

A determined glint appeared in Pei Yao’s eyes.

………

After dinner, it was Pei Yao’s tutoring time as usual.

Luo Yan took out her textbook, sat on the newly brought chair, facing Pei Yao. She was about to help Pei Yao review yesterday’s lessons when Pei Yao, who had been feeling off since dinner, suddenly pulled her over.

His movements were too fast. When Pei Yao grabbed Luo Yan from the chair, her legs instinctively struggled, kicking the chair over.

Luckily, the floor was covered with thick carpets, or else—

“Eh?” She exclaimed in surprise.

Luo Yan felt a large hand slowly reaching for her collar, her mind went “buzz” and suddenly went blank.

“You—”

Pei Yao held her waist tightly, a chuckle escaping his throat.

He didn’t know what Luo Yan was thinking at that moment.

Pei Yao began to talk to himself, saying how Luo Yan was always alone in school, wearing conservative, thick clothes and staying in a corner by herself.

“The waiting time is always long.”

“Baby, you don’t know, I’ve been paying attention to you for a long time.”

“From our first meeting until now.”

He pressed down on Luo Yan tightly, holding her firmly in his arms, as if he wanted to fuse them together from head to toe—even their hair strands.

However, Pei Yao had a crew cut, so this idea was just wishful thinking. It would have been different if he had a mohawk.

He was like a big dog that had marked his own female, sniffing the hair and neck of the person beneath him, his lips rubbing against the light brown hair, occasionally gently pecking Luo Yan’s forehead, nose, and rosy lips.

“So fragrant, Little Tutor, I’d rather die in your arms.” Pei Yao sighed in his heart.

Unfortunately, after all the events of the day, Luo Yan had already passed out. Her beautiful eyes closed obediently, her long, curled eyelashes fluttering slightly from time to time, indicating that perhaps her sleep wasn’t so peaceful.

Pei Yao kissed Luo Yan’s cheek, then lightly kissed her eyelids, and stopped teasing her.

Pei Yao was full of energy. He had been tormenting Luo Yan for hours, and she had fainted, but he wasn’t tired at all. He even felt like taking Luo Yan’s phone and playing with it.

Luo Yan’s phone was an old brand, even though it was well-protected by its owner and had a beautiful phone case, it still exuded a sense of old age. The edges were chipped, and it didn’t even have popular features like face recognition or fingerprint unlocking.

Pei Yao frowned, thinking that his little tutor’s lifestyle was quite simple. He had to find time to get her a new phone, a new computer, and get her some new things like bracelets, VR glasses, and game consoles.

It’s a joke, being Pei Yao’s person, spending money like burning it, even Master Lu could afford it.

Pei Yao easily unlocked Luo Yan’s phone—it didn’t even have a lock screen password. He tapped the screen with his finger and found the camera icon. He opened the camera, pointed it at himself—Pei Yao adjusted the angle of the lens and gently moved Luo Yan’s sleeping face towards the lens.

Luo Yan was lying on him like a koala hugging a tree. Pei Yao, with this height difference, easily circled Luo Yan’s neck with his wrist, his fingers gently stroking the corner of her eyes, his handsome chin resting on Luo Yan’s fluffy head, revealing a mischievous, slightly smile.

“Click—” Pei Yao tapped the screen, successfully completing his selfie with Luo Yan.

Pei Yao clicked into the album, stroking the fluffy hair on Luo Yan’s head, and commented on the photo in his heart, “How cute! It’s just that her eyes are closed, tsk, pity.”