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

Shen Ran's eyes lit up, and he pulled his arm to stand up: "Add two eggs! And some vegetables!"

"I know, my dear."

There were still some greasy stains on the kitchen tile floor. Chen Yifan turned on the gas stove. The blue flames licked the bottom of the pot, and he shook a handful of noodles into it amid the sizzling sound.

It was like a movie playing in his mind. One moment he saw Su Xiang's white fingers peeling a lobster, and the next moment he saw Shen Ran's smiling eyes as she threw herself into his arms.

He slammed the spatula against the stove, and the enamel edge made a sound. "Fuck!"

The water was flowing loudly. He scooped up some water and poured it into the pot. He watched the noodles tumbling in the boiling water. The guilt in his heart grew like weeds.

"Shen Ran came all the way here to bring the stuff back, but I'm just here thinking about other guys, and being so smug..." He gritted his teeth and cursed himself, "What kind of a man are you? You can't even control your belt, what kind of man are you!"

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. He raised his hand and slapped himself on the right side of his face. A crisp "slap" sound echoed in the kitchen.

"Chen Yifan! Are you crazy?!" Shen Ran's voice rushed in, and seeing the five clear fingerprints on his face, he rushed over and held his face.

"She touched the burning red mark with her fingertips, and her eyes suddenly turned red. She stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the face, with a tearful tone, "Does it hurt? Why are you hitting yourself for no reason?"

Chen Yifan didn't say anything, but stretched out his hand to pull her into his arms, his Adam's apple rolling violently. "I'm a bastard." His voice was muffled in her neck, and he cursed himself with a bit of ruthlessness, "While you were away, I...had other ideas."

Shen Ran's body stiffened for a moment, then he raised his hand and patted him on the back. His tone was not very surprised, but a little aggrieved: "What are you thinking? Which little goblin have you hooked up with?"

"No..." Chen Yifan buried his face deeper, "We didn't hook up, it's just... he didn't have a clean mind, and he secretly enjoyed it for a while. Now that I see you, I feel like I'm nothing."

He gritted his teeth and said, "Anyway, I am not a human being. If you dare to have such thoughts again, you can use a knife to dig out my dirty heart and feed it to the dogs."

Shen Ran was silent for a while, raised his hand and pinched his red face, with a strong force, and said with a bit of anger: "It's such a waste to dig it out, why don't you save it to cook noodles for me?"

She raised her head and kissed his chin, then blew on the five fingerprints, "Don't hit yourself anymore, do you hear me? If you really dare to let me down, as a police officer, I have plenty of ways to punish you."

Chen Yifan nodded heavily, and heard the noodle soup in the pot splashing out and splashing on the stove. He let go of Shen Ran, turned around and turned off the fire. The red marks on his face were still burning, but the dirty thoughts in his heart seemed to be slapped away by this slap, leaving only peace of mind.

"The noodles are clumping." He picked up the chopsticks and stirred them, his voice returning to his usual ruffian tone, "I added two eggs for you, just like you, stupid as hell."

Shen Ran smiled and kicked him, "Who are you calling stupid?"

"I scolded myself." Chen Yifan turned around and looked at her, the irritability in his eyes disappeared completely, "Eat quickly, I won't serve you if it gets cold."

Shen Ran was sitting at the table, holding a bowl of noodles and eating. Chen Yifan was sitting next to her and threw a pack of tissues over to her, "Soup spilled on your clothes, I won't wash it for you."

Shen Ran held a noodle in her mouth and said vaguely, "Who asked you to wash it? I brought three new shirts, all in your size." She raised her hand and pointed at the suitcase in the living room, "There is a black one with dark patterns, which will go perfectly with your saber. Wear it when you negotiate with someone next time, and I guarantee that the other person will be scared to death."

Chen Yifan sneered and helped her put the hair that fell into the bowl behind her ears: "You are the only one who understands. You boasted a lot to those knife makers when you went to Yangjiang this time, right?"

"That's right!" Shen Ran put down his chopsticks, his eyes sparkling. "I told them that my boyfriend can even chop things with a machete, but those old guys didn't believe me and insisted that I take a video as proof."

She took out her phone and flipped through the photo album. "Look at this pocket knife. The boss said the steel was made from melted shells from World War II. I spent half the night polishing it before he was willing to sell it to me."

Chen Yifan looked into her eyes and said, "You work hard enough, and you are still looking for these scraps everywhere. If you don't know me, you might think you are a scrap collector."

"This is called sentiment! Besides, you lost the last time you competed with the Tenth Hall Master in flying knives. I must find a way to avenge you, right?"

Chen Yifan cursed, "Bullshit!", but his mouth was grinning from ear to ear: "I was just letting him go, otherwise I would have nailed his front teeth to the wall long ago."

He pointed at the untouched vegetables in her bowl and said, "Even if you don't like it, you have to swallow it. You are so thin that you can be blown away by the wind. You are a police officer, but you fall down when pushed by a suspect."

"Who said that!" Shen Ran retorted, stiffening his neck. Suddenly, he lowered his voice and leaned closer. "This time, I caught that antiquities dealer. I chased him for three blocks. In the end, I kicked him in the knee and made him kneel down on the spot!"

She put down her chopsticks and gestured with her hands, "That guy tried to pull out a gun, but I broke his arm with my backhand. He screamed in pain like a pig being slaughtered."

Chen Yifan's face darkened, and he stretched out his hand to squeeze her wrist tightly: "Pull out a gun? Why the hell didn't you get away?" His fingertips stroked a shallow scratch on her forearm, which was a new wound, "How did you get this?"

"Oh, it's nothing~" Shen Ran tried to pull his hand back, but he held it tighter, so he had to confess honestly, "I got caught on the wire when I was climbing over the wall, and it just broke my skin a little."

She patted the back of his hand and said, "Look, it's all scabby. Besides, I'm wearing a stab-proof suit, so I'm very safe."

Chen Yifan stared at the scar and cursed indistinctly: "Next time you work so hard, I will go to the bureau to find your leader and transfer you to an archive administrator. You will be in front of the computer every day and not allowed to go out."

"How dare you!" Shen Ran glared at him. "I'm a policeman to catch bad guys, not to play house. Why didn't you say anything when you were fighting with others?"

Chen Yifan was speechless. When he saw that she had finished eating, he packed up and went to the kitchen. Just as he piled the bowls into the sink, someone grabbed his arms around his waist.

"What are you doing?"

Shen Ran rested his chin on his shoulder: "Just watch you wash the dishes. Master Chen cooks and washes the dishes himself. If anyone knows about this, the brothers in the underworld will be shocked."

"It's good to be so surprised, so you don't have to gossip about it every day." He pinched her face with his backhand, "Go take a shower, you're covered in dust, as if you just dug out of a coal pile."

"Got it!" Shen Ran jumped to the bathroom door, suddenly turned around and winked at him, "I brought a new shower gel, the one with cherry blossom scent, do you want to try it? I guarantee that you will smell so good after washing that you can attract butterflies."

"Fuck your uncle's butterfly." Chen Yifan cursed, but his mouth didn't fall. "I have been washing with soap for twenty years, there is no need to be so particular."

Soon there was the sound of water splashing in the bathroom. Chen Yifan leaned against the door frame and smoked, listening to Shen Ran humming out of tune. "You've gone to Siberia out of tune, and you're still singing!" He shouted through the door, "If you keep singing, I'll tear your shower head apart!"

The singing inside paused, and then there was a "bang" sound, like a bath ball hitting the door. "Just sing! I'll piss you off!"

Chen Yifan chuckled twice, put out his cigarette and went to find her a clean towel. He took it out of the closet and hung it on the bathroom door, "Hang it here, don't come out naked after taking a shower."

"Who's running naked?" The door was opened a crack, and Shen Ran's eyes peeked out from inside. "I brought new pajamas, silky and slippery. I'm sure you'll like it."

"I don't like it." He turned and walked towards the living room, "Hurry up and get dressed, don't catch a cold."

When Shen Ran came out in her silk nightgown, Chen Yifan was sitting cross-legged on the carpet rummaging through her suitcase.

Seeing the black shirt with dark patterns, he picked it up and compared it to his body, "The material is crisp, better than my floral shirt."

"That's it," Shen Ran came over to help him tie his collar, her fingertips brushing across his Adam's apple. Chen Yifan reached out and grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms.

The other party fell on his legs, her silk nightgown slipped to her thighs. She poked the scar on his chest with her fingertips, "What's going on? Didn't I tell you to fight less last time?"

"It's better to just break off an arm than to reason with those bastards." Chen Yifan pinched the back of her neck and pressed her towards him. He lowered his head and bit her collarbone with a moderate force: "Besides, I have thick skin and flesh, so this injury is nothing."

Shen Ran was shaking with laughter and reached out to unbutton his shirt. "But your figure will definitely look good in a police uniform. Last time I gave you the discarded training uniform, but you didn't want it..."

"Is it appropriate for me, a gangster, to wear that?" Chen Yifan grabbed her rebellious hand and pressed it against his waist. "Feel it, is it hard? It's much better than those pretty boys in your bureau, right?"

"Bah! You stinking rascal." Shen Ran drew circles on his abdominal muscles with his fingertips. "To be honest, if you were a policeman, you would definitely be the most handsome policeman. Have you ever thought about it?"

"What the hell!" Chen Yifan lowered his head and kissed her, "If I were a policeman, I would arrest you first. The crime is... you made me lose my mind to work."

Shen Ran was breathless from the kiss and pushed his shoulder, "Don't make trouble, I brought a bottle of good wine to celebrate my return." She struggled to get up, but he held her in his arms, "What kind of wine do you want to drink now? Calculate how much sleep you owe me first."

He picked her up by the waist and walked towards the bedroom. Shen Ran hugged his neck and laughed, "Master Chen, are you anxious? You were acting serious when you were washing the dishes just now."

"Pretend to be your uncle." Chen Yifan threw her onto the bed, and the mattress bounced twice. "I've been waiting for you to come back for more than a month. If you continue to pretend, you'll become a eunuch."