Chapter 12 The Timid Home Tutor of the Profligate Evil Young Master

In the end, even Luo Yan couldn’t remember how she was carried back by Pei Yao.

When she woke up, she wasn’t sleeping in the guest room but lying on the big bed in Pei Yao’s room. The air conditioning was in sleep mode, and she was carefully wrapped in a down comforter.

It felt like a lifetime away.

Luo Yan’s head was a bit sore, and her whole body felt numb and achy.

“Pei Yao…” Luo Yan’s voice was hoarse, her throat felt like it was on fire.

She propped herself up to look for Pei Yao’s figure. The curtains in the room were drawn, casting a dim light, indicating that she was alone.

“Mmm…” Luo Yan’s head felt heavy, and she clumsily fell back onto the bed, the soft blanket covering her head. She realized with difficulty in breathing that she must be sick.

Pei Yao pushed open the door, entering with a cup of hot water, only to see his lovely little tutor lying sickly in bed.

Her porcelain face, already lacking color due to illness, had an added layer of paleness. Her beautiful eyes had a moist sheen, devoid of their usual liveliness, making her look very pitiful.

Pei Yao tenderly pinched Luo Yan’s nose, and she blinked her eyes, her delicate eyelashes trembling. She then sneezed.

“Ah-choo!” The warm breath sprayed into Pei Yao’s palm, making it damp.

Embarrassed, Luo Yan looked at Pei Yao, who casually wiped his palm on his pants, raising an eyebrow as he looked at her with a half-smile.

“Little tutor, why are you so unhygienic?”

Luo Yan automatically ignored Pei Yao’s teasing, blinking as she asked, “Pei Yao, am I sick? My head feels so heavy…”

This time, it was Pei Yao who felt uneasy and touched his nose.

He gently touched Luo Yan’s forehead with the back of his hand, “Hmm, baby, you have a fever.”

“It’s all because of you…” in the car that night…

Thinking back to what happened that night, shame, anger, and a hint of strange satisfaction emerged from the depths of Luo Yan’s heart. A slight blush appeared on her cheeks, giving her a somewhat lively appearance.

“Yes, yes, it’s all my fault. Baby, little tutor, wife, darling? Please forgive me.” Pei Yao took the opportunity to kiss Luo Yan’s face several times, making loud kissing sounds.

“Oh my…” Luo Yan weakly blushed, pushing against Pei Yao’s stubbly chin, “Who’s your wife, stop talking nonsense.”

“Eh! Pei…!”

“Ah… Mmm… can’t breathe…”

Pei Yao kissed the corners of Luo Yan’s eyes until they turned red, getting a few punches from her pink fist before backing away.

“Wife, are you starting domestic abuse now? Husband’s shoulders are killing me.” Pei Yao put on an exaggerated expression, rubbing his shoulders as if Luo Yan had almost beaten him half to death with a punch.

“Hmph.” Luo Yan clearly didn’t believe him. She was helped up by Pei Yao, lying in his warm embrace, drinking hot water sip by sip.

Pei Yao fed her some pills, and as Luo Yan swallowed them, he slipped a sugar cube into her mouth.

Sweet, with a strawberry flavor.

“Is it sweet?” Pei Yao nibbled on Luo Yan’s ear and asked.

Licking the candy, Luo Yan thought, of course, it was sweet. She wasn’t afraid of the bitterness of medicine or the pain of illness, because the feeling of being tenderly cared for was sweeter than the strawberry hard candy in her mouth.

Seeing Luo Yan lost in thought while eating the candy, Pei Yao climbed onto the bed, hugged her, and kept calling her “wife” and “darling” in her ear to tease her.

“Call me your husband?” Pei Yao rubbed his chin against Luo Yan’s neck, making her nose itch. Her already blocked nose felt like sneezing even more.

“If not, how about calling me your boyfriend?” Pei Yao suggested, “You’ve practically worn me out, isn’t it fair to call me your boyfriend?”

“!” Luo Yan widened her eyes in astonishment, her ears burning red. Her mouth opened and closed, but she couldn’t utter a word for a long time.

In a way, Pei Yao was telling the truth. They had done what they should have done and what they shouldn’t have done, basically everything.

It seemed like they were indeed in a romantic relationship. But they weren’t married yet, so calling each other husband and wife was too premature.

“Boyfriend…” After careful consideration, Luo Yan conceded and uttered this title.

Pei Yao smiled contentedly, and his sharp canine teeth peeked out from behind his lips—Luo Yan had just discovered this insignificant detail about Pei Yao, that he had canine teeth.

They were a bit cute. Luo Yan thought.

… …

During Luo Yan’s recovery period, Pei Yao was surprisingly well-behaved in their daily interactions, afraid to go too far with her weak body.

This made him go to the bathroom every day, only to get up and hug his fragrant and soft wife again, repeating the cycle endlessly, making him miserable.

But Pei Yao also found some serious things to do amidst his daily routine of bathroom, kissing his wife, hugging his wife, and lifting her up. The first one was to find out about Luo Hongda.

One day, while Luo Yan was sitting on the sofa watching TV, holding the teddy bear pillow Pei Yao bought for her, she saw him sneakily go to Pei’s father’s study with his phone.

However, Luo Yan didn’t pay much attention. She was never the type to meddle in other people’s private affairs.

Picking up the remote control, she watched the cooking show on TV. The ingredients for the miso soup she had at the Japanese restaurant were bought by the maid for the house today.

Thinking about how she would be able to show off her cooking skills in the kitchen soon, the sick Luo Yan couldn’t help but take another sip of hot water. Sigh, I hope I get better soon.

The maid next to her, wiping the glass with a rag, saw Luo Yan becoming increasingly uninhibited in the Pei family, secretly rolling her eyes in the back of her mind.

In the study, Pei Yao was on a video call with a middle-aged man, holding his phone.

“Young Master, what trouble have you gotten into again?” The man on the other end of the video call had a serious expression, never smiling, and spoke directly, getting straight to the point.

He was Pei Yao’s father’s personal secretary, and he had also watched Pei Yao grow up, so he was like a half-parent to him. He had cleaned up countless messes for Pei Yao, and Pei Yao trusted him deeply.

“Uncle Zhang,” although Pei Yao was lying on the leather swivel chair in a very unrefined manner, his tone was still respectful.

He briefly described the matter concerning Luo Yan and then asked Uncle Zhang to arrange some people to investigate Luo Hongda.

After listening to Pei Yao’s description, Uncle Zhang smirked and nodded in agreement to Pei Yao’s request.

At the end of the video call, Uncle Zhang hinted to Pei Yao, “Master and Madam will be returning from their inspection trip in a week. Young Master, remember to prepare yourself.”

“Ah.” The other side had already hung up the video call, but Pei Yao was a little troubled and pinched his forehead.

His father and mother were coming home from their inspection trip, how would he explain to them that he had brought his new tutor to bed?

And that wasn’t even the point, the most important thing was—Pei Yao sighed, he was truly a terrible student.