Transmigrated As My Former Uncle's Sweetheart



Yaoyao shut her eyes firmly…

Some time later, Yaoyao jumped off the bed and ran off hastily without even putting on her shoes.

Beitang You also waited a while before pulling open the bed netting and getting out of the bed, covered in sweat. He ordered Chen Jin to prepare the bath.

After Yaoyao returned to her room, she flopped onto the bed and wrapped herself up tightly in the blanket like a cocoon.

She breathed heavily at the thought of what had just happened. Her face was red and her heart thumped wildly. She was feeling extremely embarrassed.

She could not remember how much time passed when her room door was pushed open and Beitang You walked in, looking damp.

He was holding Yaoyao's shoes in one hand, which she had left behind, while his other hand held two brocade pouches, which were filled with the sunflower seeds they had cracked open earlier tonight.

Beitang You knew he had frightened Yaoyao when he saw her bundled up in a corner.

He stood by the door for a while before entering.

Yaoyao was hiding under the covers when she heard some noise by the door.

She initially thought was Ling'er, but after listening for a while longer, she realized it was not her.

At the thought that it might be Beitang You, her heart almost popped out of her mouth.

What was he doing in her room?

She bit her lips and contemplated if she should pretend to be asleep or pry open the covers.

While she was hesitating, the bed suddenly moved a little and her entire body, along with the covers, was pulled into Beitang You's arms.

Yaoyao stiffened as she heard Beitang You's gentle voice. "Yaoyao, sit up for a glass of water before going back to sleep."

She went blank and fell silent for a long time before crawling out from under the covers.

Beitang You rubbed her head and looked at her with a smile.

Yaoyao could not help thinking about what had just happened in his bedchamber. Her face turned red, burning from the awkwardness.

Beitang You noticed this but said nothing. He brought the cup of water close to her lips and said in a doting and gentle tone, "It's getting late. Drink up. You should go to sleep once you finish this."

Yaoyao actually listened to him and took a gulp of water as he watched her gently.

The cold water flowed down her throat and it was only then that she realized how thirsty she was.

Holding onto his arm for support, she lowered her head to continue drinking the water.

Once she was done, Beitang You laid her down on the bed.

When he stood back up, he bent down to kiss her on the forehead. His dark eyes stared at her and he said quietly, "Yaoyao, what happened just now was nothing to worry about. You don't need to be troubled over it."

Yaoyao looked at him in a daze. Her face was bright red.

"Go to bed. Don't think about it anymore." Beitang You rubbed her head once more and turned away. He had just taken a couple of steps when a thought crossed his mind. He gave a low laugh and said, "Yaoyao, does this make me your man now?"

Yaoyao did not reply. It was only when she heard the door shut behind him that she began to punch her pillow, her mind descending into a flurry mess.

It only took one wrong move for your life to be filled with eternal regret!

She would not have looked at it or touched it if she knew this would happen.

Even though nothing happened between them at the crucial moment, she had already seen all of Beitang You.

Yaoyao regretted this tremendously.

He was the one who told her not to be troubled over it and had promised she would not need to take responsibility. Despite that, he left her with those last parting words. What did he mean by that?

What did he mean by saying he was her man?

It was the same as insinuating that she should be taking responsibility.

Sob sob…

Yaoyao drifted off to sleep with a major feeling of regret.

That night, she had a dream—it was all about Beitang You.

She even dreamt about their wedding…

The next day.

Yaoyao had overslept again as expected.

She only woke up when she heard chattering outside.

Yaoyao rubbed her eyes and opened them.

She stared at the top of her bed and gave a long sigh.

It was lucky that it was just a dream…

As she sighed, she could not help but feel slightly regretful.

Sigh. Her dream had almost continued to their first night after the wedding…

When she realized what she was thinking about, Yaoyao's face turned red with embarrassment. She quickly hid her head under the covers, berating herself for thinking such thoughts.