Damn it, I'm surrounded by insane Alphas!

(Old Fu, stop saying I'm not biased towards you! Five thousand words are coming, and the god of sweettalk has descended in triumph.)

Shi Ran stumbled upon that post by chance, which mentioned the existence of empathic dolls that can sense the other person's emotional fluctuations, and he was taken aback.

Isn't this the deep connection between him and Fu Yanshen?

Fu Yanshen could sense not only emotional fluctuations, but even the slightest hormonal changes.

That time, Fu Yanshen was negotiating business with arms dealers in Southeast Asia.

Just as the atmosphere was tense and the table seemed about to be overturned at any moment, Fu Yanshen picked up his teacup and took a sip, only to choke and almost spit out the tea.

Zhou Jin, who was standing behind him, immediately took a step forward, his hand already on the gun at his waist.

Fu Yanshen raised his hand to stop him.

"continue."

A tingling sensation ran through his inner thigh, as if something was gently brushing against him, slowly moving up from his knee.

But he clearly didn't do anything, so there's only one explanation: someone at home is being naughty.

In the end, the arms dealer compromised. When they shook hands after signing the contract, the other party realized that Fu Yanshen's palms were very hot.

The first thing Fu Yanshen did after leaving the meeting room was to call Shi Ran.

"What are you doing?"

Shi Ran's voice came lazily from the other end of the phone, "Lying down, missing you."

Fu Yanshen closed his eyes and could feel a fire burning deep in his lower abdomen. It wasn't his own pleasure, but the sensation coming from Shi Ran.

"I miss you in meetings, I miss you negotiating business deals..."

Shi Ran's voice slowed, her breathing became heavier, "Thinking of you wearing a suit, all serious and proper, and then..."

A very soft, muffled groan came from the other end.

It was clearly intentional.

Fu Yan took a deep breath, his voice a little hoarse, "I'll change my ticket."

Shi Ran laughed, "What's the rush, Mr. Fu?"

Fu Yanshen's Adam's apple bobbed. "I'm in a hurry to get back and fuck you."

Fu Yanshen flew back from abroad, landing at three in the morning. When he got home, Shi Ran was already asleep, curled up in the quilt.

The aroma of figs seeped out from under the covers, faint and sweet, like a ripe fruit.

He stood by the bed for a while, then went to take a shower.

When she came out, she turned over and opened her eyes a crack.

"You're back?" The voice was hoarse, tinged with sleepiness.

"Mmm." Fu Yanshen lay down.

Shi Ran rolled into his arms, pressed her forehead against his chest, and rubbed against him.

"You're so hot," Shi Ran mumbled, her eyes already closed again.

Normally, even if Fu Yanshen wanted to, he would give up if Shi Ran was asleep, but today was different.

He looked down at the unguarded face and remembered the fire that Shi Ran had deliberately set that afternoon.

We can't just let it go like this.

He bent down, slipped under Shi Ran's knees, and scooped him out of the blanket.

(The car in the middle is adorable. See you at the usual place, there are over 3,000 words! Remember to check it out! Hehe!)

The next morning, Shi Ran looked in the mirror in the bathroom and noticed that there were marks of varying depths on her body.

He turned and shouted towards the door, "Fu Yanshen, you're abusing me!"

Fu Yanshen was fastening his cufflinks in the bedroom when he heard this, so he walked over and leaned against the bathroom door frame.

He didn't speak, but simply lowered his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over the marks one by one.

Shi Ran put her hands on her hips, looked at him, and raised her chin, "Look what you made for me."

He turned around, pulled the hem of his shirt out of his trousers, and rolled it up halfway.

Shi Ran was stunned.

His back was covered in scratches, red and purple, stretching from his shoulder blades to his waist, as if he had been brutally attacked by a feline.

He turned his head to the side, revealing his left shoulder, where there was a deep tooth mark.

Suddenly, he fell silent.

He turned his face away, staring at the tile on the wall. "Who knows if someone else scratched it for you?"

He himself wanted to bite his tongue after saying that.

The air suddenly became quiet.

Fu Yanshen turned around. He didn't say anything, but just took a step forward.

Then his back touched the edge of the sink, and the cold touch made him shiver.

Fu Yanshen took another step forward, placing his hands on either side of Shi Ran's body, trapping Shi Ran between the sink and him.

Not too far, not too close, just right so that Shi Ran couldn't lower her head to avoid his gaze.

He rarely reprimanded Shi Ran.

Although he was young and mischievous, and occasionally said things without thinking, he always just laughed it off, but he cared about this particular matter.

"other people".

These two words made him feel that Shi Ran still had a line drawn between them in her heart.

The line was very thin, but Shi Ran brought it up today. It wasn't that she didn't trust him, but Shi Ran instinctively felt that there might be someone else around him.

Fu Yanshen looked down at him without saying a word.

He rarely reveals anything to anyone; that's just how his world is—he trusts whomever he believes and entrusts his back to them.

You can bite, you can scratch, you can leave any mark on his shoulder.

That was a right he only gave to Shi Ran, so Shi Ran didn't need to doubt it.

He wasn't angry; he was just thinking about how to make the child understand that not just anyone could get close to him, Fu Yanshen.

He tapped his fingers lightly on the edge of the sink, his voice low and somber, and said, "What can't I say?"

Shi Ran licked her lips and said softly, "I was wrong."

He knew what Fu Yanshen cared about: he cared about the trust he had placed in him.

He reached out and gently touched a red mark on the back of Fu Yanshen's hand with his fingertips. "Does it hurt?"

Fu Yanshen looked down at the marks.

"It doesn't hurt."

"That's a lie."

"It didn't hurt when you bit it." He paused, "It hurts now."

Shi Ran tried to pull his hand back, but Fu Yanshen wouldn't let him. He turned his palm over and grasped Shi Ran's fingertips.

"Ranran,"

He called out, and Shi Ran subconsciously looked up at him.

"I have no one else, not now, and not ever."

Shi Ran lowered her eyes and rested her forehead against Fu Yanshen's chest.

Even through his shirt, I could feel his body temperature and his heartbeat, steady and rhythmic, so strong it brought tears to my eyes.

"I understand," Shi Ran replied in a muffled voice.

Fu Yanshen raised his hand, placed it on the back of his head, and gently pressed it.

After a moment, he said, "Go change your clothes."

Shi Ran didn't move, her forehead still pressed against his chest, rubbing against him.

"Fu Yanshen".

"Um."

"If you ever dare to have another woman in the future, I'll scratch your back like a chessboard."

Fu Yanshen glanced down at him, a slight smile curving his lips.

"Promising."