The little crybaby in the group, the young master is a softie

That night, Shen Ran just got home and was dragged to the sofa by his mother: "Ranran, mom wants to ask you, are you dating a guy named Chen Yifan recently?"

"Mom, how do you know?"

Shen Ran was stunned for a moment. She was very respectful to her stepmother who was only a few years older than her because they got along well with each other. Then she said shyly:

"Oh~ Actually, we're not officially dating. He always thinks I'm too stupid, but I believe that after my persistence, he will soon change his impression of me."

"Pah!" Father Shen slammed a stack of documents on the coffee table. It was the criminal case of Chen Yifan that Zhou Hao had left behind. "Nonsense! Look at what this is all about! Cutting people, collecting protection money, going to jail! You're a policeman, how can you be so involved with such a shameless person?"

"Dad! Please speak with some respect, what's not acceptable!" Shen Ran shouted unhappily, "This is my private life, I'm going to marry him, you have no right to interfere!"

"How can I have no say in this? You must get my consent before you can get married!" Father Shen roared.

"Who I marry is none of your business! I do!"

Father Shen was furious, and he picked up a feather duster and smashed it down on his daughter's head, but when he saw his daughter's red and swollen eyes, he suddenly retracted his strength, and the duster brushed her hair and fell to the ground:

"Are you trying to piss me off to death? What's so good about a little gangster like Chen Yifan? He just does bad things every day and doesn't even have a proper job!"

Shen Ran argued, "He is not some small thug! He is the leader of the Niguang Hall..."

"That's enough!" Shen's father slammed the table. "The mafia is the mafia, they are dirty to the core! Our Shen family has been clean for generations. If you dare to be with someone like him, I will pretend that you are not my daughter!"

"Okay!" Shen Ran grabbed the suitcase and walked out, "Then from today on, I, Shen Ran, will be like someone who popped out from a crack in a rock!"

"You! If you dare to step out of this door, don't even think about coming back!" Father Shen roared angrily.

"I just won't come back!" Shen Ran slammed the door and walked out.

Father Shen covered his chest and gasped. Mother Shen quickly smoothed her husband's chest and comforted him softly: "Don't be angry. Ranran is still young and naive. She is now infatuated with Chen Yifan. After a while, she will see clearly and turn back."

After a pause, Father Shen said angrily, "How could our Shen family be burdened with such an evil obstacle!"

Shen Ran dragged his suitcase to the apartment where Chen Yifan lived, stood at the door and knocked gently, "Chen Yifan, are you asleep?"

There were footsteps inside. Chen Yifan opened the door with a cigarette in his mouth and glanced at the suitcase at Shen Ran's feet. "Oh, you ran away from home?"

"Well, I had a falling out with my family, so I'm staying at your place temporarily, is that ok?"

Chen Yifan gave her a naughty look and said, "I couldn't ask for more!"

Shen Ran's pretty face flushed and she walked in biting her lip.

"Go take a shower first, don't dirty my bed." Chen Yifan kicked open the shoe cabinet, took out a pair of new slippers and put them in front of her.

"Oh." Shen Ran nodded, changed his shoes and went into the bathroom.

Chen Yifan sat on the sofa in the living room, playing games leisurely.

When Shen Ran came out of the shower, he was already lying on the bed with his back to her. Shen Ran hesitated for a while, then slowly moved towards the edge of the bed, trying not to make any noise.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she got into bed, she felt a burning sensation on the back of her neck. Chen Yifan's arm clasped her waist like an iron ring, and his fingertips caressed the hollow of her waist through her pajamas. When the calluses on his palms brushed against her spine, she couldn't help but tremble.

"Your hair is wet." His voice mixed with the smell of tobacco sprayed behind my ears, "Do you want me to help you blow dry it?"

She froze in his arms, feeling his heartbeat hitting her back. There was a rustling sound of fabric rubbing against each other above her head, and Chen Yifan suddenly turned over and pressed her under him, supporting her with his elbows on both sides of her.

Shen Ran could see his own reflection in his pupils, his eyelashes casting a trembling shadow under his eyes.

"Are you scared?" He hooked his fingertips around the collar of her pajamas and slowly pulled it up. "Your hands are so cold." He pressed her palm against his chest. "If you don't want to, it's not too late to get out now."

"No, no, I...I am willing to..."

Shen Ran nervously grasped the hem of his shirt, the warmth of his lower back leaking out between her fingers, numbing her fingertips. He lowered his head, rubbing his nose against her lips, but when he was about to touch them, he tilted his head and bit her chin and rubbed it gently.

The wind outside the window lifted a corner of the curtain, and the bedside lamp cast a shadow under his eyelashes. Shen Ran felt his whole body burning, especially where his palm rested.

Through two layers of cloth, she could still feel the strength of his fingertips, like he was polishing a piece of jade, slowly and attentively. She raised her head to meet his kiss, but he pressed his thumb on her lips, "What's the hurry?"

His voice was hoarse as if soaked in alcohol, "First I'll teach you...how to seduce someone with your eyes."

Chen Yifan's knees squeezed between her legs and gently spread them apart. Shen Ran subconsciously curled up her legs, but he pressed the inside of her knees with his palms and slowly pressed them against the mattress.

This posture made Shen Ran suddenly tense, "Chen, Chen Yifan..."

"Relax." Chen Yifan's palm went up along the inside of her thigh and gently kneaded the knee. "Leave everything to me. I have plenty of experience."

It was late at night, and the only sound in the room was the overlapping breathing. Shen Ran couldn't count how many times he kissed her, but she only remembered that every time his fingertips passed by, they would leave a burning mark.

When his palm covered her heart, she grabbed his wrist fiercely, but he held it above her head. "Don't be afraid," he rubbed his nose against her cheek, "just think of it as...tactical training."

When the morning light climbed onto the windowsill, Chen Yifan was massaging her waist. Shen Ran, feeling sore all over, lay on his chest, and when she saw the bloody marks she had scratched on him, her ears began to feel hot again.

Chen Yifan suddenly chuckled, got out of bed, picked up the black vest on the ground and put it on. The metal belt buckle clicked and said, "Lie down and sleep for a while. I'll cook noodles."

When the sound of pots and pans colliding came from the kitchen, Shen Ran sat up from the bed without any sleepiness. Through the half-open door, he could see Chen Yifan cutting tomatoes with a cigarette in his mouth.

The way he held the knife still carried the ferocity of a fight, but when he cracked the eggs into the pot, he used a spoon to gently stir up a vortex.

"What are you daydreaming about?" He suddenly turned around, his earrings flashing coldly in the morning light. "If you don't want to sleep, come and watch me. I'll only teach you once."

Shen Ran moved over in his slippers, and was suddenly pressed against her lower back by his knee. Chen Yifan circled her from behind, holding her wrist with his left hand and holding the soup spoon, and pressing her lower abdomen against the stove with his right hand.

"Put the noodles in the boiling water," he rubbed his chin against the top of her head, "put the salt three fingers wide, and add oil and chili depending on your mood--" Before he could finish his words, she trembled her fingertips and sprinkled half a spoonful of salt into the pot.

"Idiot." He cursed and used his fingertips to wipe off the salt on her palm.

The water in the pot suddenly started bubbling. Chen Yifan scooped up the noodles and divided them into bowls, adding a double fried egg for the first time. Shen Ran stared at the oil sloshing in the bowl and heard him laughing above his head: "What are you staring at? Are you afraid that I'll poison you?"

"No..." She poked the egg yolk with chopsticks, "You have cooked noodles for others before?"