Hot pot party

Seeing her carefree demeanor, Chen Rancheng grabbed her hand and stroked it up and down a couple of times. Her small, white hands tightly enveloped him, making his eyebrows twitch with pleasure.

His large hand covered the small hand, stroking rapidly. His arm strength seemed to have reached its limit, and he finally released. His erect penis trembled a few times in his hand and spurted out white semen, which fell next to the wet honey.

He buried his head in the crook of her neck and nuzzled against her, guiding her hand to slowly stroke it, prolonging the pleasure. After a while, he used tissues to clean up the lewd mess on the floor.

Shen Tinghe watched him clean up, then turned her head and buried her face in the shovel.

Chen Ran crumpled up the paper and threw it into the trash can. Standing next to the sofa, she looked down at Shen Tinghe and sneered, "What are you hiding for? Are you shy?"

Shen Tinghe, annoyed and embarrassed, kicked him, saying softly, "You're so annoying!" Her voice was gentle and she couldn't bring herself to be fierce.

Her attacking foot was caught and pressed against his hard abs. His abs were covered in a thin layer of sweat and were icy cold, which made her feet feel hot in comparison.

Chen Rancheng grabbed her ankle and pulled her off the sofa. Shen Tinghe twisted her ankle and tried to pull her foot back, but she was too weak and it was all in vain.

Grabbing a cushion in her hand, she kicked hard in the opposite direction, sending the cushion crashing into his face. Shen Tinghe successfully escaped and tiptoed to the bathroom, slamming the door shut with a bang.

While running, he didn't forget to look back and check the situation. Chen Rancheng caught the pillow, watching the person who was fleeing in panic, his face showing both doting and helpless.

The next day was Sunday. Shen Tinghe stayed in bed until 9:15. Chen Rancheng got up early. He had work to do, and although he was careful when he left, she still woke up groggily.

Watching him tiptoe out of bed, she let out a soft hum. Chen Rancheng turned around and saw that she had opened her eyes. He lowered his head and kissed her, saying softly, "Go to sleep, it's still early. I'm going to work."

Shen Tinghe, still half asleep, nodded blankly, turned over, and went back to sleep.

She woke up again to a phone call. "Damn advertising scammers!" Shen Tinghe sometimes wondered if they knew their numbers were already flagged as scams when they called.

Startled awake by the ringing alarm, Shen Tinghe simply got up.

She was given a glass of warm water at the table; she was used to drinking a glass of warm water in the morning.

As the warm water went down, a warm sensation flowed through my cool stomach, making me feel comfortable all over and as if my pores had been opened.

After putting down her water glass, Shen Tinghe noticed the note on the table.

The vigorous running script, with its powerful strokes, is both elegant and beautiful.

"Breakfast is available at the door."

Shen Tinghe stuck the note on the refrigerator with a fridge magnet and went out to get breakfast.

I didn't take the key because I didn't get her permission, and I left the breakfast I bought at the door because I was afraid of waking her up.

Shen Tinghe opened the door, and a McDonald's bag was placed at the entrance. It must be the McDonald's across the street from the complex; the real estate agent had told her when she rented the apartment that the only downside of this complex was the limited number of restaurants nearby.

However, Shen Tinghe didn't care. She rarely ate out and usually ate at school. Sometimes when she had free time, she would think about making a dish or two to make herself.

She picked up the takeout bag and was shocked by its weight. When she opened it, she found a huge pile of stuff. Was Chen Rancheng feeding it to pigs?

The double egg burger, sausage, and hash browns had gotten a little cold, so Shen Tinghe put them in the microwave to heat them up. The soy milk was at the perfect temperature, not too hot to handle.

After finishing breakfast, Shen Tinghe tidied up and went out. She was going to pick up Liu Yinyin from her flight that afternoon.

The road conditions were surprisingly good, and there was plenty of time. Shen Tinghe strolled around the airport, bought a cup of ice cream and ate it. Eating ice cream in winter has a special flavor.

Liu Yinyin had delicate, shoulder-length short hair and was wearing a camel-colored wool coat. Shen Tinghe stood at the arrival gate and greeted her.

Upon seeing this, she ran out and gave Shen Tinghe a bear hug, which made Shen Tinghe sway a few times before regaining her balance.

He took the suitcase from her and the two walked out.

Have you eaten?

Liu Yinyin pouted, "No, the food on the plane was awful!"

"What would you like to eat? I'll treat you to a welcome-back feast."

"hot pot!"

"Walk!"

Liu Yinyin was practically a starving ghost reincarnated; she didn't even go home before heading straight to eat hot pot.

Fortunately, the timing was between lunch and dinner, so the two of us were able to have hot pot without having to wait for a table.

They ate and chatted, and the conversation eventually turned to Zhai Chen. "Does Zhai Chen know you're back?"

Liu Yinyin picked up a piece of fish tofu and put it in her mouth, saying indistinctly, "I know and I don't know."

Huh? Shen Tinghe didn't understand.

“He knew I was coming back, but I didn’t tell him when I was coming back.”

Shen Tinghe nodded, used serving chopsticks to put the sliced ​​beef into the soup, pressed it down, and made sure it didn't sink into the broth.

"How are things between you and Zhai Chen?"

"That's it, I take a nap every now and then." She took a sip of her dragon fruit yogurt. "But it's pretty good..."

Before she could finish speaking, she saw that Shen Tinghe's phone on the table lit up, indicating that she had a call coming in.

Shen Tinghe answered the phone, "Hello—"

A man's voice came from the speaker. Liu Yinyin thought of the name she had just glimpsed and looked at Shen Tinghe with a mocking expression.

They hung up after only a few words. Liu Yinyin cleared her throat, a smile playing on her lips, and asked, "Who was it?"

Shen Tinghe imitated her, "Take a nap."

"Not your boyfriend?"

"yes."

Liu Yinyin glared at him, pretending to be angry, "Good grief, you won't tell me unless I ask, huh? We agreed that we would tell each other immediately if anything happened."

She immediately told Shen Tinghe that she and Zhai Chen were having an affair.

Shen Tinghe was embarrassed, "It was only confirmed yesterday, and you're the first to know!"

"That's more like it!"

I swirled my chopsticks in the dipping sauce, "but my mom might not be happy."

Liu Yinyin scooped out the cooked beef slices and said nonchalantly, "Can it be more troublesome than this?"

Shen Tinghe shook her head. "It's different. Maybe your mother will be overjoyed to find out that you and Zhai Chen are together. She's watched Zhai Chen grow up since he was a child."

"I hope so," Liu Yinyin pouted. "What are you worried about?"

"Around New Year's Day, my mom, after being provoked by my aunt, told me that when looking for a partner, you must find someone of equal social standing..."

"What, you've fallen for a poor guy?"

Shen Tinghe smiled wryly, "It's alright if he's a poor boy." If he were a poor boy, her mother wouldn't say anything. Since she's in a superior position, everything is negotiable.

Liu Yinyin understood, "Is the person good to you?"

Shen Tinghe nodded.

"That settles it then. Your aunt definitely wants you to find someone who treats you well. As for whether you're a good match or not, that's secondary."

That's what she said, and Shen Tinghe knew it too, but she was worried that Lin Xueling might be prejudiced against Chen Rancheng.

Liu Yinyin didn't rent a separate apartment, so Shen Tinghe took her back and stayed at his place for the night.

He subtly asked Lin Xueling what she would do if she couldn't find someone of equal social standing, telling her that being unable to find someone of high social standing or low social standing is the norm in the world.

I don't know if Lin Xueling listened to me or not. I was waiting for her feedback when she said, "Bring one home for me to see first."

One sentence silenced Shen Tinghe.

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I'm writing an extra chapter, probably tonight.