Chapter 8 The Timid Home Tutor of the Profligate Evil Young Master

Recently, or rather, after Pei Yao’s almost passionate confession, he and Luo Yan both fell into a strange state.

Luo Yan avoided him in fear for a few days, locking herself in her room and not daring to come out. Pei Yao, feeling embarrassed, later realized that Luo Yan didn’t want to talk to him much, so he used the pretext of studying and teaching to threaten her to fulfill her tutoring duties.

Analyzing their personalities, Pei Yao, as someone shameless and audacious, suddenly behaved exceptionally gentlemanly these days, refraining from any inappropriate actions, leaving one to ponder.

And as for Luo Yan, usually submissive, she seemed not as calm as she appeared on the surface. But with her reserved and quiet nature, it was truly hard to guess what she was thinking.

Leaning on the desk, Pei Yao had a half-empty beer bottle in front of him.

Bored, he twirled his pen, his eyes focused on the shiny metal tip, involuntarily recalling some inappropriate images…

When Luo Yan walked in with her textbook, she saw Pei Yao holding a pen, with a contemplative expression on his face.

Luo Yan disapprovingly glanced at the beer on the table and said to Pei Yao, “Pei Yao, drinking in the morning isn’t good for your stomach.”

Unspoken by Luo Yan was the concern that Pei Yao already had poor grades and not the brightest mind, and getting drunk might make things worse.

Pei Yao put away his pen and watched his cute Little Tutor walk over to his bed with a serious expression, looking at him with a puzzled expression, “Pei Yao, why haven’t you made your bed in two days?”

Pei Yao tilted his head, propped his legs, and yawned, “Too lazy to clean up.”

Except for changing the sheets, he didn’t like others messing with his bed, let alone wasting time folding blankets, so he just piled them up, however he liked.

Luo Yan neatly folded the blankets, tofu-like, then knelt on his bed, wiggling her butt to smooth out the sheets.

Pei Yao watched with wandering thoughts, but considering Luo Yan’s snail-like personality, if he pushed too hard, she might retreat once again.

After some thought, Pei Yao said to Luo Yan, “Little Tutor, no classes today.”

“Tired of staying home every day, I’ll take you out for some fresh air.”

Luo Yan looked surprised, “Go out?”

Pei Yao walked up to Luo Yan, patted her head, “I’ll take you out to play, baby.”

It wasn’t until Pei Yao half-forced and half-enticed her into the wardrobe that Luo Yan realized Pei Yao’s bad intentions.

“Pei Yao…” Luo Yan pointed at the various outfits in the wardrobe, her finger trembling.

Pei Yao kissed her angry little finger firmly.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He said unclearly, “I prepared these specially for you, you’ll look absolutely stunning in them.”

Luo Yan’s ears seemed to emit steam, her hair standing on end. She covered her chest in anger and backed away, refusing softly, “I don’t want to wear them, you pervert… take them away.”

“Little Tutor, behave.”

Pei Yao picked out a sheer and alluring dress.

It looked easy to take off.

Pei Yao grabbed Luo Yan and pulled her into his arms, “Hmm, it fits perfectly.”

Pei Yao playfully bit Luo Yan’s ear and coaxed her, “Baby, be good. Hubby wants to see, will you listen?”

Luo Yan’s ears turned red, but she knew Pei Yao’s character. If she didn’t agree, he would surely come up with various ways to torment her later.

In Pei Yao’s eyes, Luo Yan’s silence was equivalent to agreement.

So Pei Yao gave a mischievous smile, found a sofa to sit on, and pulled Luo Yan into his lap, making her sit on his thigh.

Luo Yan bit her lip, mumbling something indistinct.

Pei Yao’s ear twitched, finding it amusing that his little baby was learning to curse.

…

His fingers were nimble, and in three to five movements, he tied the straps into a neat and pretty bow,

Looking up, Luo Yan met Pei Yao’s smiling eyes.

“Good girl, baby.”

Pei Yao’s voice was gentle, and he couldn’t help but lean forward and give Luo Yan a tender kiss.

“This is a reward for the baby.”

“Baby,” Pei Yao, as if performing a magic trick, brought out a pink and purple puffed-sleeve floral dress.

He shook the thin and airy skirt, showcasing the clustered flower patterns, the designer’s inspiration clearly coming from Impressionist master Monet, with delicate textures and shifting light and shadow contours, giving the dress a unique alluring charm.

Luo Yan could almost smell the faint, sweet fragrance emanating from the soft fabric.

The dress ended just above her knees, with fluffy, curled edges, like a flower bud about to bloom. Luo Yan gently tugged the puffed sleeves on her arms, feeling uncomfortable all over, her hands restrainedly holding the hem of the skirt, not daring to move.

Pei Yao, unsatisfied, even put on a pair of pure white knee-high stockings for her.

The white stockings tightly wrapped around her legs, perfectly showcasing Luo Yan’s calf line. The stockings were a bit tight at the roots, squeezing into the flesh of Luo Yan’s upper knees, as if about to overflow from the white silk.

Pei Yao couldn’t get enough of it. But the thought of such a tempting Little Tutor going out and being seen by others sparked a possessiveness and jealousy within him.

“Little Tutor,” Pei Yao said sternly, “You can’t dress like this in front of others anymore.”

He took off his jacket and draped it over Luo Yan, “Shh—” zipping it up from the bottom to the top.

Seeing Luo Yan’s curves hidden away in the oversized jacket, Pei Yao felt quite satisfied.

Luo Yan thought she’d probably overheat if she had to wear a jacket in the summer, especially with the zipper pulled all the way up, but Pei Yao insisted on it. Maybe this was just another one of his ways to tease her.

…

The sports car’s air conditioning was set low, but Pei Yao’s jacket was warm. Luo Yan sniffed lightly, catching the unique scent of Pei Yao lingering on it, rich and familiar.

After some hesitation, Luo Yan glanced at Pei Yao, who was wearing only a black tank top, revealing a lot of his honey-colored muscles. Worried, she asked, “Pei Yao, aren’t you cold?”

Pei Yao was tapping away at his phone. Hearing her question, he smirked, grabbed her hand, and pressed it against his chest.

Luo Yan felt the heat radiating from his skin.

With a hoarse voice, Pei Yao said, “What do you think, Little Tutor?”

“Being around you makes me burn with desire. How could I possibly be cold?”

“…”

Luo Yan instantly lost the desire to engage with Pei Yao and simply turned her head to look at her reflection in the car window.

After tapping his phone a few more times and finalizing their plans for the day, Pei Yao asked, “Little Tutor, what do you want to eat?”

Then he leaned on the steering wheel, watching Luo Yan with great interest.

The question stumped Luo Yan.

Feeling uncomfortable under his gaze, and having little experience making decisions for herself—since she usually went along with others’ preferences—she hesitated and said, “Anything… I’m fine with anything…”

“Hotpot, BBQ? Or Sichuan cuisine?”

“Sure…”