Chapter 818: Chapter 809 Temporary (1)

Shang Feifei paused, about to push him away, but Han Yifan retreated on his own.

As he stepped back, her breathing eased somewhat, but before she could leave, Han Yifan leaned toward her, and she stepped back.

Perhaps she had drunk too much just now, and Shang Feifei’s head fell back in the direction of his approach, hitting the piano keys. A dissonant piano sound rang in her ears, mirroring her chaotic thoughts. Han Yifan moved closer once again, firmly kissing her.

Chaos reigned; she wanted to resist him. As she reached out her hand, he caught her wrist and pressed it on the piano keys. The sound of the piano resonated again; because her entire hand was pressed against it, hitting the lower notes, the sound that emerged was also quite muted.

He had just taken a bath, and aside from the aroma of food, there was only the rich scent of alcohol.

It was at this moment that she regretted, deeply regretted. Because Han Yifan was well-behaved the previous night in Shangcheng, not coming over, and just now he was gentlemanly enough; she had forgotten how she ended up with him. Why was she so careless? If she didn’t want to continue with him, she shouldn’t have met him, nor should she have come back with him, let alone get in his car, enter his house, and drink his alcohol.

While she was daydreaming, Han Yifan had quickly freed himself from the constraints. She still had a last bout of stubbornness, fiercely resisting his advance: “No, we can’t, we don’t have protection.”

Han Yifan paused, Bo Yan was truly his unscrupulous associate, too cunning. He hurriedly pulled out a little umbrella from his pocket. Shang Feifei was stunned: “Why do you have that? Doesn’t your family never bring women home? Were you lying to me just now?”

Han Yifan explained: “No, I just went next door to get some food, and he gave it to me on the way.”

“You’re lying; who would just give you that?” Shang Feifei adamantly refused to let him closer, and Han Yifan had no choice but to say: “It’s true, he gave it to me. Do you want Bo Yan to come over and testify?”

How could you testify about such a thing! But Shang Feifei still forbade it: “Even if you haven’t been promiscuous, your family doesn’t like me. Last time your brother came, he didn’t seem very satisfied with me.”

Han Yifan was stunned. He hadn’t anticipated such a backlash from his brother’s last visit. No wonder Shang Feifei had been so cold to him lately; there was this reason as well.

He was even less worried about this. He sat up slightly: “What is this supposed to mean?”

He gently touched the piano keys, producing a sound. Shang Feifei was taken aback; Han Yifan continued: “Back then I was a student without independent capabilities, so even though I liked the piano, I couldn’t learn it. But that won’t happen in the future. At least in choosing a girlfriend, I have full autonomy, and they have no right to intervene.”

He nudged her: “My brother is eight years older than me; when I was a kid, I always saw him as an elder. He has always been this way; you don’t need to mind him. Anyway, if my parents ever dare to come and trouble you, it’s no big deal to act as if I was never their son.”

Han Yifan solemnly assured: “You can trust me; I won’t let you suffer alone.”

Shang Feifei paused. Considering the recent events, Han Yifan had always been by her side, and when she was most helpless, he was indeed there to support her. She seemed, not as disgusted with him as she had imagined.

Perhaps, she could give him a chance, and give herself one too.