Eternal Son-in-law

Sun Yanran felt her vision darken as soon as she heard Hsiao Hee's words. She was almost angered to the point of vomiting blood.    

    

This bastard, he's only seen my mother twice, right? I only know how to use Tang Wanwan to suppress me!    

    

Sun Yanran looked at Hsiao Hee fiercely and took a deep breath. She turned her head to the side without saying a word.    

    

As the rain began to fall, the moisture in the air became heavier and heavier, swept away by the strong wind.    

    

Hsiao Hee looked at Sun Yanran's thin dress and asked, "Are you cold?"    

    

The night in Beijing was cold and the heavy rain naturally caused the temperature to drop.    

    

Sun Yanran was wearing only a long, thin dress, and her arms and legs were exposed. Naturally, it would be hard for her to withstand the cold.    

    

But at this moment, she was obviously still sulking with Hsiao Hee and silently shook her head.    

    

She hoped that the longer it rained, the better.    

    

There were some things that she could never ask.    

    

Perhaps, by giving her more time, she would be able to make sufficient preparations.    

    

There are two very difficult things in this world.    

    

One is to ask others "Do you love me", the other is to say "I love you".    

    

One of the two is the tireless search for love, the other is the responsibility of everything.    

    

However, when Hsiao Hee asked if it was cold, Sun Yanran suddenly realized that it was cold. The cold wind carrying the rain hit her body, causing her to shiver uncontrollably.    

    

"Is it really cold?"    

    

Hsiao Hee saw that her body was trembling and couldn't help but be curious. Didn't this girl just say she wasn't cold?    

    

"Cold!" Sun Yanran turned around and stared straight at Hsiao Hee's face.    

    

Since you insist on asking me that, I might as well tell you the truth.    

    

Boy, I want to see what you're going to do about it.    

    

Sun Ran thought to himself. Before she could react, she felt her body sink. A relatively large shirt fell on her shoulders.    

    

Above him, there was still Hsiao Hee's body temperature.    

    

"That's better, isn't it?"    

    

Hsiao Hee glanced at her and smiled, "Hold on a little longer. When the rain stops, I'll send you back."    

    

As he said that, he looked at both sides of the street. Sure enough, he couldn't even see the shadow of a taxi.    

    

"It's still cold."    

    

Sun Yanran's mood was completely triggered by this scene. Hsiao Hee's clothes were like yeast in flour, a key to the heart.    

    

"Still cold, still cold …"    

    

She repeated it and had already taken a step forward. She leaned her body against Hsiao Hee's chest and said, "This way, it'll be much better."    

    

Hsiao Hee was stunned as he looked at Sun Yanran, who had snuck into his arms. The fragrance of the jade entered his arms as he rested his chin on the girl's hair. What he breathed in was the fragrance of the strawberry-flavored shampoo …    

    

That's better?    

    

His hands were raised high in the air, and he had a feeling that he was at a loss of what to do.    

    

Perhaps it was the loneliness of the rainy night that gave Sun Yanran the inexplicable courage to feel that they were the only two people in the world.    

    

What he didn't dare to say or couldn't say at the moment, he just blurted it out.    

    

Sun Yanran's heart was pounding, making her feel like she was riding a roller coaster.    

    

Wasn't she too proactive?    

    

Did he think she was a frivolous girl?    

    

But if she didn't take the initiative, then how long would she have to wait?    

    

Women are extremely prone to aging, just like the beautiful epiphyllum, every time you waste a day of time, the time you spend with him will be shortened by a day.    

    

Now that she had expressed her feelings, she was waiting for his decision.    

    

Accept, or refuse.    

    

Love, or not love.    

    

Sun Yanran needed an answer.    

    

Maybe in a hurry.    

    

But at least let him understand.    

    

She liked him.    

    

Even if Hsiao Hee pushed her away, she would still face the fate of waiting.    

    

He had to let him know that he was waiting for him.    

    

Not waiting for anyone else.    

    

One second, two seconds, three seconds …    

    

As the raindrops hit the concrete floor, the time passed second by second.    

    

However, Hsiao Hee still maintained his original position.    

    

Her body was stiff and straight, her hands held horizontally in the air. She still had no intention of letting go and tightly holding her.    

    

Hsiao Hee knew what this lass meant, but right now, his great task of reviving his Hsiao family had only just begun. His Hsiao family still needed his help.    

    

This matter was not as simple as they had imagined. Those who had once murdered Hsiao family would not helplessly watch their Hsiao family rise up again.    

    

At that time, it would definitely be a bloody scene again. Hsiao Hee didn't want to involve the innocent in this.    

    

Moreover, when he looked at Sun Yanran, it was as if he was looking at a naughty and headstrong little sister.    

    

Thinking of this, Hsiao Hee could not help but have a shadow of her figure appear in his heart.    

    

What kind of feelings did he have for Su Yun?    

    

Therefore, Hsiao Hee was distracted and did not do anything for a long time.    

    

Since she was young, Sun Yanran had always given people an independent personality.    

    

No matter what she did, she would try her best to solve it her own way.    

    

She handled many things well.    

    

She could do a lot of things by herself.    

    

However, there was only one thing that required the two of them to work together.    

    

That was love!    

    

With every passing second, Sun Yanran's heart sank.    

    

At this moment, she could truly feel the coldness of the rainy night.    

    

Sun Yanran felt that her face on Hsiao Hee's chest, her bare hands, her exposed calves, her back … Her heart, her internal organs, both inside and out, were so cold that it seeped into her bones.    

    

She sighed softly in her heart.    

    

The courage he had gathered with great difficulty, the first confession of his life, seemed to be on the verge of failure.    

    

His hesitation showed that he was not prepared to accept himself.    

    

If he didn't accept it, then it meant that he didn't love her.    

    

She was born into a military family, and she had an open and decisive military style to her. It turned out that she wasn't suitable to be used in the battlefield of love.    

    

Sun Yanran moved. Disappointed, she prepared to climb up from Hsiao Hee's embrace.    

    

She could not feel any warmth from this wishful thinking hug.    

    

Right at this moment …    

    

It was unknown whether Hsiao Hee was too tired from lifting his hands in the air or if he felt that as a man, he should at least comfort the woman in his arms.    

    

Thus, his hands drooped down.    

    

Slowly, as if afraid of scaring her, he leaned on Sun Yanran's back and patted her lightly.    

    

Sun Yanran, who was snuggled in Hsiao Hee's arms, sobbed silently.    

    

This girl who knew that Hsiao Hee might not love her, yet didn't even cry. She was just a strong girl. At this moment, tears were streaming down her face.    

    

She didn't expect this to be a promise, she only hoped that Hsiao Hee didn't run away in panic when she said "I love you".    

    

At least, give her a little hope.    

    

Don't respond with such ruthlessness, such ruthlessness.    

    

"Hey, I said, the rain has stopped —"    

    

Hsiao Hee once again raised his hand in a very gentlemanly manner, while an awkward expression of helplessness appeared on his face.    

    

"I know."    

    

Sun Yanran said as she squeezed herself harder into Hsiao Hee's arms.    

    

"A moment."    

    

"Just for a moment."    

    

"That's good …"    

    

Her tears had not dried yet. She didn't want Hsiao Hee to see how weak she was, crying just because she was rejected.    

    

She wanted to be stronger, and always be that strong and perverted girl in Hsiao Hee's eyes.