Kyoto kisses her

Chapter 20: What just happened is nothing to worry about.
Caught off guard by the question, Su Ruoyun was somewhat confused. Following Huo Jingcheng's pointing finger, she saw a red lychee marked on the tea menu and then explained gently, "That's a picture of a lychee."

After saying that, she introduced it to Huo Jingcheng: "It is made with lychee as an ingredient and Lion Peak Longjing tea as a base, and is cold-brewed with ice. Lychee Longjing tea is a summer limited edition. Would you like to choose this one?"

"it is good."

Upon hearing Huo Jingcheng's agreement, Su Ruoyun gave instructions to her employees.

A few minutes later, Xiao Li brought a walnut tea tray with several small celadon porcelain dishes to the private room, carefully placed the tray on the tea table, and then left.

Her fingernails were trimmed short and neat, and her plump fingers were slightly pink. She picked up a lychee and began to peel it. Her tender white hands looked like sculptures under the light and shadow, as if they were lustrous and translucent white jade.

Press down vertically with your thumb along the seam, then peel horizontally, just like opening a seashell. With a crisp "pop," the lychee is opened.

Lychees fell one by one into the Longquan celadon cup with a series of "plop" sounds, and the fresh lychee flesh sank to the bottom of the cup, much like the glass marbles in checkers we played with as children.

A few ice cubes were placed at the bottom, emitting wisps of ethereal coolness. Su Ruoyun gently stirred them a few times with a teaspoon, and the lychee flesh released a little juice. Then she added Longjing tea leaves, and the aroma of fruit and beans began to mix. She then pressed some crushed ice on top.

As the ice gradually melts, the unique chestnut aroma of Longjing green tea blends with the rich fruity fragrance of lychee, and the green leaves naturally unfurl, creating ripples in the cup of spring water.

About five minutes later, the ice gradually melted. Su Ruoyun picked up the cup with the saucer in her hand, and when she looked up, she found that the man in front of her was looking at her.

More accurately, it's about keeping an eye on things.

Huo Jingcheng's eyes were deep and dark, as if shrouded in darkness. His gaze was unfathomable, and his black pupils easily locked onto his target, reflecting a petite figure.

As their eyes met, an eerie atmosphere filled the air.

Su Ruoyun paused slightly, her little finger unconsciously hooking the cup holder, her lips slightly parted, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated, unsure of how to react.

She wasn't so oblivious as to directly ask Huo Jingcheng why he was staring at her.

In the end, Su Ruoyun chose to feign composure and avoid his cryptic gaze, placing the teacup beside Huo Jingcheng. "The tea is ready, please enjoy."

As soon as she put it down, Huo Jingcheng raised his hand to pick up the teacup, holding the saucer with his left hand and the lid with his right. The tea soup was a clear amber color, with tea leaves floating and swirling in the cup. He tilted the cup and slowly brought the tea soup into his mouth, savoring it carefully.

The sweetness of lychee bursts onto the tongue, then turns to the aroma of Longjing tea, with its bean fragrance and refreshing coolness. The clarity of Linjiang and the freshness of Lingnan seem to be blended into this cup of lychee Longjing tea.

He put down his cup with a soft "clatter," and then said slowly, "It's very delicious."

"As long as it tastes good."

As she spoke, Su Ruoyun got up to bring over the snack platter on the rosewood table. However, as she stepped off the platform, she accidentally stepped on her trouser leg.

She was wearing a denim overall jumpsuit today, with long legs that she had folded up several times to avoid dragging on the ground.

She was fine sitting on the cushion, but as she walked, her neatly folded trousers fell naturally, the fabric pressing against her feet. Su Ruoyun didn't notice, and suddenly her left foot stepped on her right, causing her to lose her balance and stumble forward. In a flash, just before she fell, the man sitting opposite her stretched out his long arm and grabbed her slender wrist.

She stumbled, and by the time Su Ruoyun came to her senses, she was already sitting on Huo Jingcheng's lap.

Her mind went blank for a moment, not only because of the sudden accident, but also because of the position the two of them were in.

She glanced sideways at her left hand resting on Huo Jingcheng's shoulder, then looked down at her right hand pressed against his thigh. Her beautiful eyes blinked as if she couldn't believe what had just happened. How did she end up sitting on Huo Jingcheng's lap?
Even through two layers of pants, she could still feel the man's strong, powerful thighs beneath her. His intense body heat seeped through the jeans and into her skin, gradually warming Su Ruoyun's cheeks. She could clearly feel her cheeks burning uncontrollably.

Her buttocks pressed against the man's thighs; this unprecedented contact between a man and a woman was far too intimate.

As the saying goes, "Sons should avoid their mothers as they grow up, and daughters should avoid their fathers." When she was little, she would cling to her father and brothers, but since starting school, Su Ruoyun had never had such intimate contact with a man before; this was the first time…

As she thought about it, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her ears suddenly turned red. She grabbed the man's shirt in her hand and crumpled it into a ball, as if she were controlling her own heart within it. She kneaded and squeezed it until it was a lump.

When she lifted her eyelids and met Huo Jingcheng's gaze, his eyes were dark and deep, calm and unwavering. She seemed to see a dark glint rising in his eyes, but it vanished in an instant.

Feeling flustered by his gaze, Su Ruoyun loosened her grip on the shirt, then propped herself up on the tea table with her right hand, standing up from his lap. Her voice still trembled slightly, "Thank you, Mr. Huo."

Even when she was at a loss, she didn't forget to bring the snack platter from the rosewood table to the tea table, with candied fruits and dried fruits packed in a wooden box.

After hurriedly putting it down, Su Ruoyun didn't dare to look Huo Jingcheng in the eye again. She hurriedly left a sentence and fled.

"I'm going to wash my hands."

The Guanlan private room had a separate restroom. She pushed open the sliding door and hid inside.

Even as she stood in front of the mirror, the blush on Su Ruoyun's face had not faded.

She looked up at herself in the mirror, her face flushed with a deep, vibrant red. She sighed silently, feeling utterly pathetic. She realized she hadn't spent enough time with men; even sitting on someone's lap made her blush. She lightly slapped her face in annoyance.

When the crisp sound of a slap echoed in the bathroom, Su Ruoyun belatedly realized that the sound would be heard outside. She quickly turned on the tap, and the flowing water washed her two delicate hands. She scooped up a handful of cool water and splashed it on her face.

It took her about ten minutes to mentally prepare herself and finally suppress her embarrassment. She walked out of the restroom, pretending to be calm and composed.

As soon as she sat down, Su Ruoyun shifted her gaze to the opposite side. Huo Jingcheng was sitting on the couch, his posture rather casual. His left hand, adorned with a steel watch, held a Longquan celadon teacup, and he was looking down at the lychee Longjing tea in his hand.

In the play of light and shadow, his features were clear and bright, and his deep, magnetic voice reached her ear, "What just happened is nothing to worry about."

"..." Su Ruoyun.

Landlady: Help me, help me, help me...

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