Kyoto kisses her

Chapter 11 I want to go back and feed the pandas

As the impact hit, Huo Jingcheng subconsciously raised his hand and pressed it against the soft little hands wrapped around his waist. The touch of his palm was delicate and smooth.

With the exact same opening lines, he knew almost without thinking who the drunkard behind him was.

An idea popped into Huo Jingcheng's mind: so they weren't at the teahouse, they were here to drink...

Su Ruoyun wrapped her arms around the man's waist, rubbing her face against the back of his shirt. She was not satisfied with his silence, so she rested her chin on his back and tapped it a few times like a chick pecking at rice. Her voice, tinged with alcohol, was a little hoarse as she asked, "Why aren't you saying anything?"

Upon hearing this, Huo Jingcheng grabbed her hands and turned around. Her fair and delicate face was pressed against his chest, her clear skin flushed, her almond eyes were hazy and unfocused, and she kept staring at him.

He looked so drunk that he didn't recognize him.

Huo Jingcheng spoke first, his voice deep and magnetic, even more captivating in the night, "What do you want to say?"

Su Ruoyun didn't respond to his words. Instead, she narrowed her eyes and carefully examined the face in front of her for a while before saying, "You're quite good-looking. When did you get here? I've never seen you before."

Huo Jingcheng understood her unspoken meaning; she was treating him as…

His handsome, mature face turned cold in an instant.

The next second, a hand suddenly clamped down on Huo Jingcheng's face, pinching his chin. "Hey, you know what, you can be quite handsome when you have a cold face."

Her flippant words, coupled with her actions, made her look exactly like a female hooligan, a seasoned nightclub regular.

The man's handsome face had been distorted by her pinching; her thumb and forefinger pressed tightly against his jawbone, and with a little force, he was unable to move.

Huo Jingcheng had no idea how a woman could have such a strong grip, pinching his face as if it were made of iron.

He said coldly, "Let go."

His voice was deliberately lowered, giving it a slightly eerie quality.

With a weight of 100 pounds and a rebellious streak of 99.9 pounds, Su Ruoyun got excited and declared righteously, "I won't loosen my grip."

As if they were having a contest to see who could shout the loudest, Su Ruoyun proudly raised her head and gave a fierce snort.

Two seconds later, Huo Jingcheng looked away and was about to take action himself to pull off the hand that was pinching his face.

Seeing this, Su Ruoyun became even more determined, deliberately applying some force and stubbornly refusing to let go, revealing faint tendons on the back of her hand.

Because of years of playing the piano, Su Ruoyun's hands inevitably had calluses. Her rough fingertips rubbed against her cheek, causing a strange itch. Huo Jingcheng didn't bite her on the tiger's mouth like he did last time, forcing her to let go.

He could only stare at her, without blinking.

A moment later, Su Ruoyun obediently let go, still unwilling to admit defeat, "Okay, I'll let you off this time, but you must speak properly next time."

Huo Jingcheng didn't want to expose her boldness yet cowardice, so he just smiled.

In Su Ruoyun's eyes, that smile became evidence of mockery.

She grabbed Huo Jingcheng's arm with one hand and wrapped her other arm around his waist, pinning him against the wall. Then, she raised her hand and placed her right hand on his shoulder, creating a "wall slam" position.

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Chen Zheyan walked out of the private room with a cocktail in his hand, intending to look for his missing third brother. Just as he turned the corner, he was met with an unexpected sight on the terrace in front of him.

His gaze drifted out and he caught sight of Huo Jingcheng being pinned against the wall.

The orange glow of the wall lamp enveloped the man, illuminating his face, while the woman's face remained in shadow, indistinct. Su Ruoyun was not short, standing at 1.67 meters, but Huo Jingcheng was a full 15 centimeters taller than her, making the difference particularly noticeable when they stood facing each other.

Su Ruoyun realized that her gaze was level with Huo Jingcheng's chin, so she tiptoed to meet the man's dark eyes.

The man's deep, dark eyes gazed at the girl standing on tiptoe before him, her face reflected in them. Her body fragrance and the scent of alcohol wafted out, a sweet aroma lingering in his heart.

The cigarette between his left fingers was mostly burned, with a large amount of ash piled up at the end. He casually flicked it away.

Alcohol made her mind sluggish, and Su Ruoyun had forgotten what she intended to do by pinning him against the wall. After standing on tiptoe for a long time, her ankles ached. Just as she was about to leave, the man's large hand suddenly wrapped around her slender waist.

She bumped into Huo Jingcheng's body.

Su Ruoyun subconsciously closed her eyes, and then her vision was plunged into darkness. She felt herself being pulled into someone's arms, her cheek pressed against the man's shirt. With each breath, the strong smell of alcohol on the man, mixed with a faint scent of wood and tobacco, entered her nostrils and permeated her body.

This intimate gesture, which resembled flirting, caught Chen Zheyan's eye. Even though he was used to such scenes, he was momentarily surprised, his mouth slightly agape, and he almost spat out the wine he had just taken a sip.

Is this still his self-disciplined third brother?
First yesterday he said he wanted to steal his arch-rival Xiao Xing'er, and now he's seen hugging and kissing a woman in a bar...

Before he could avert his gaze as if it were improper, the two had already separated.

Su Ruoyun complained of feeling unwell, so Huo Jingcheng had no choice but to let go of her hand.

Chen Zheyan also walked over, and was even more surprised when he saw the woman's face clearly.

"You...you...you..." He pointed at Huo Jingcheng, saying "you" three times in a row but couldn't finish his sentence.

Her delicate and pretty features, those eyes, that nose—wasn't that the landlady he'd secretly peeked at a few days ago?

Wow, you're moving so fast! You said you were going to grab it yesterday, and today you've already dug up the corner of the wall with a hoe?

Chen Zheyan cursed under his breath, unsure how to comment on Huo Jingcheng's actions. He could only tentatively ask, "I...I'll go get you a room upstairs?"

Upon hearing this, Huo Jingcheng glanced at Chen Zheyan sideways, giving him a warning look, and Chen Zheyan immediately fell silent.

Huo Jingcheng ignored his frivolous behavior, raised his hand to grasp Su Ruoyun's slender shoulder, and asked in a slow voice, "Which private room? I'll take you back?"

Su Ruoyun placed one hand on Huo Jingcheng's strong forearm and the other on the metal railing beside her. She frowned because of her headache and muttered to herself, "Go back?"

As she spoke, she nodded to herself, "Yes, I want to go back and feed the pandas."

Su Ruoyun staggered and was about to take a step outside, but she was unsteady. Huo Jingcheng grabbed her arm in time to prevent her from falling.

panda?

"Holy crap, Su Mingyan is already this amazing, she can even get a national treasure for her?"

Then Chen Zheyan added, "I also want to raise one."

His voice carried a hint of envy and longing, with a touch of inexplicable naivety.

A 15cm height difference seems to be the most suitable height difference for kissing, according to online rumors.

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