Chapter 3 The Cowardly Tutor of the Arrogant Rascal

To be honest, Pei Yao was incredibly handsome, his features sharp and filled with a wild charm. He stood tall with a strong build, his chest muscles well-defined and his abs chiseled. Although still young, the aura of dominance he exuded could easily rival that of a mature man.

Especially when he stared at you with those sharp, focused eyes, like a wolf on the hunt. The intensity and pressure of his gaze were unbearable for most people, especially for someone as timid as Luo Yan.

When Luo Yan lowered her fluffy head again, Pei Yao let out a light laugh, tossing his knife and fork onto the porcelain plate with a crisp clink.

“What are you afraid of? It’s not like I’m going to eat you.”

Tsk. Pei Yao’s gaze roamed over Luo Yan’s slender frame, his tongue pressing against the roof of his mouth. Then again, maybe he could devour her—in a different way, a more entertaining way, slowly savoring his little tutor.

“Stop looking down, sweetheart. Hurry up and eat. Aren’t you supposed to give me a lesson after dinner? Hmm? My little tutor, my little—”

Pei Yao’s voice was slow and teasing, grazing against Luo Yan’s ear. “Or maybe I should call you, little teacher?”

Luo Yan’s face flushed with embarrassment. She was skilled at taking care of herself and others, but she had no talent for social situations. She naively thought Pei Yao’s words were just a playful joke, not recognizing his flirtation.

She struggled to come up with a response, her lips opening and closing, yet no words escaped.

Pei Yao’s eyes darkened as his mind began to picture capturing those soft, delicate lips. The undercurrents of desire stirred at the luxurious dinner table, while Luo Yan ate in silence, completely unaware.

After dinner, Pei Yao noticed the suitcase Luo Yan had placed in the corner of the living room. Lazily, he pulled her into his arms. Feeling her body tense up, he ignored it and rested his chin on her shoulder, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, “Little teacher, not going home?”

Luo Yan remained silent, feeling humiliated. Pei Yao’s words felt like a direct reminder that her father had sent her here to curry favor.

Of course, that wasn’t what Pei Yao had in mind. As he held the stiff and awkward Luo Yan, leading her towards his room, he secretly devised some interesting plans in his head.

“Little teacher, make sure to teach me well later.”

“I’ll explain the questions clearly,” Luo Yan replied.

“And then, uh… I mean, once I finish explaining, can I go home?” Her eyes were clear, with a hint of anxiety and worry that was hard to miss.

“I’ll miss home…” she thought to herself. Being in Pei Yao’s house made her truly uncomfortable.

“Of course, sweetheart—I mean, my little tutor,” Pei Yao said smoothly.

“You can go home, of course, as long as you teach me well.”

“But by then, you’ll probably have learned a lot from me too,” Pei Yao added with a “friendly” smile.

“This is my room,” Pei Yao introduced with exaggerated politeness.

“Mm…” Luo Yan clutched her backpack, glancing around. The room was absurdly spacious.

The walls were painted gray and bare, free of posters or stickers that boys his age typically liked.

A heap of black bed sheets lay crumpled on the bed, clearly indicating that the owner was too lazy even to make his bed.

“Oh, sorry, I haven’t opened the curtains yet.” Pei Yao smiled and casually strode to the window, yanking open the white curtains.

Instantly, bright sunlight poured in through the windows.

“Sit,” Pei Yao ordered as he plopped down on the only chair in the room—a gaming chair—tilting his chin toward Luo Yan.

Luo Yan gripped the strap of her backpack and looked around, but she couldn’t find anywhere suitable to sit.

Shaking her head honestly, she replied, “Young Master, there’s no chair.”

“Hah!”

Pei Yao laughed out loud.

He patted his thigh. “Little teacher, sit here.”

Luo Yan’s eyes widened. Just when she thought Pei Yao was reasonable, she realized he was still teasing her.

“No, that’s not appropriate.”

“Young Master, I’ll go find another chair outside…”

After all, the Pei family’s house was so large, it couldn’t possibly be short of a chair, right? Luo Yan thought worriedly.

However, just as she was about to leave the room to find one, Pei Yao stepped in front of her, blocking her path. With a rough pull, he grabbed Luo Yan by the waist and forcibly pressed her into his embrace.

“I told you to sit, so you’ll sit,” Pei Yao said coldly.

“After all—” Pei Yao lifted a strand of Luo Yan’s hair near her ear and gently blew on it, “didn’t your dad tell you?”

“You’re supposed to do everything I say, follow my rules, aren’t you, little tutor?”

Luo Yan froze. She found herself sitting on Pei Yao’s lap, his legs hard and uncomfortable—not to mention—

Her entire body stiffened, and the tips of her ears turned bright red.

She bit her lip, trying hard to ignore it.

Pei Yao’s words reminded her of her situation, and she could only suppress the trembling in her body, lowering her gaze.

“Yes, Young Master,” she whispered.

Sitting in Pei Yao’s lap, her back pressed tightly against his broad, warm chest, Luo Yan could faintly feel the steady, powerful thumping of his heartbeat through his chest.

And that overwhelming, intoxicating scent that was unmistakably Pei Yao’s—a strong, masculine presence she couldn’t ignore.

“You’re so soft, little tutor,” Pei Yao remarked, his hand wrapping around her slim waist.

Her body was so light, her waist so thin and soft, just like her gentle personality.

Pei Yao, towering over her even when she sat upright on his lap, easily lowered his chin to brush against the fluffy strands of her hair.

Like a beast confirming its prey, he buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply.

Damn, she smells good.

As he indulged in her scent, Pei Yao shamelessly urged her on.

“Little teacher, aren’t you going to start? I’m just starving—can’t wait any longer.”

He deliberately enunciated the words “starving—can’t wait,” his tongue dragging on each syllable.

Luo Yan’s nape prickled as Pei Yao’s nose nudged against her skin. A strange, tickling sensation crawled up her spine. She struggled to overcome the odd feeling, opened her textbook, and cleared her throat, trying to ask about Pei Yao’s academic progress.

Luo Yan had never tutored anyone before. Though she ranked among the top students in her grade, dealing with someone like Pei Yao, who constantly skipped class and ranked at the bottom, left her at a loss.

But Luo Yan was honest and serious by nature.

She figured mathematics might be easier for someone like Pei Yao, a smart but lazy student. If she started with formulas, using examples to build up to complex problems, it would align with modern teaching methods.

However, Pei Yao’s next actions proved that he had no intention of cooperating like a good student.

“Young Master… what are you doing?” Luo Yan finally couldn’t take it anymore. She turned her head and, for the first time, boldly met Pei Yao’s wolfish gaze.

Pei Yao’s hands were far from behaving. The pressure on the back of her neck was manageable—she could endure that. After all, from any angle, as long as she obediently complied and did her job, this awful day would end sooner.

“Oh, nothing.” Pei Yao’s expression was one of mock innocence, his lips curving into a smile. “Little teacher, I just remembered… haven’t we met before?”

Luo Yan immediately thought of the nightmare that had tormented her for so long—the empty stairwell, the blood-stained collar, and Pei Yao, leaning against the wall, smoking.

“Uh…”

“Seems like we have,” Pei Yao chuckled.

“Alright, little teacher. Start explaining. I’m listening carefully.”

Luo Yan’s attention was completely captivated. She shook her head slightly, asked Pei Yao a few questions, and seeing that he seemed to be paying attention, she let down her guard. Despite still sitting on his lap, she sat upright and began earnestly explaining the formulas to him.

Pei Yao nodded along, his expression serious, but he wasn’t paying attention at all. He held Luo Yan tightly, coaxing her to relax as his hand on her waist slowly crept upward. Pretending to reach for the textbook on the desk, he discreetly brushed his fingers against the skin of her neck.

He repeated this action several times, and Luo Yan eventually realized something was wrong. Yet, she couldn’t resist, because Pei Yao’s expression remained entirely innocent, his eyes always fixed on the textbook.

Sweat began to bead on Luo Yan’s forehead, and she could only tell herself that Pei Yao wasn’t doing it on purpose.