Kyoto Night Kiss

Chapter 11 Then I beg you too

In the second winter of their relationship, Lu Junhe wanted Qu Yun to accompany him to the temple.

The temple was built on a mountain, and occasionally a few people would come down, all of them wrapped tightly in coats.

Qu Yun stood at the foot of the mountain, gazing at the mountain whose top she couldn't see, and exhaled white breath: "It's so high... I hope my legs won't run away from home if I climb up."

She has never liked mountain climbing since she was a child. She climbed one once during a spring outing in high school, and not only was she exhausted, but her friends also said she was a spoilsport.

Now it's Lu Junhe's turn to go.

Qu Yun could only slowly walk up the stone steps. After taking only a few steps, she started to slack off, leaning against the man next to her from time to time, her steps dragging.

She complained softly, "What exactly are you asking for, to find such a difficult temple to enter?"

Lu Junhe didn't answer directly, "I need to ask you something important."

"Important things should be done through your own efforts!" Qu Yun stopped and took a slight breath. "Besides, praying to Buddha is not as reliable as asking you."

After saying this, Qu Yun herself was stunned.

She turned to look at the scenery beside her, her ears burning.

Lu Junhe chuckled, took her hand and put it in his pocket, deliberately slowing his pace to accommodate her: "Then I'll beg you too."

"Huh?" Qu Yun was taken aback.

A deep, resonant voice rang out: "Please stay by my side forever."

Inside the mountain gate, wisps of cigarette smoke curled upwards.

The hall was relatively quiet, with few worshippers.

Qu Yun watched as Lu Junhe finished taking the incense, skillfully lit it, and bowed slightly to the Buddha statue in the hall.

His expression was solemn, his eyes lowered, and his usual sharpness was much less pronounced, replaced by a rare air of piety.

"You haven't done too many bad things, have you?" Qu Yun asked curiously.

She doesn't really believe in these things.

Every road in the world is made by people walking it.

If praying to Buddha is effective, then why doesn't God show mercy even once when her parents, who depend on the weather for their livelihood, are caught in a famine and spend night after night tending to their crops?

Lu Junhe was very focused, he didn't even open his eyes: "Just want some peace and quiet."

Qu Yun nodded thoughtfully.

This man seems to remain calm no matter what.

The house I bought is built halfway up a mountain, and the car I bought has good sound insulation, so I always fly first class when I go on long trips.

Are all rich people like this?

Feeling utterly bored, Qu Yun looked up at the Buddha statue for a while, then secretly glanced at the man beside her.

He lowered his eyes, clasped his hands, and stood quietly.

A thought struck her, and she imitated Lu Junhe, awkwardly clasping her hands together and placing them in front of her chest.

The posture was correct, but after a while, he started to lose focus, always secretly glancing up and then quickly looking down, pretending that he was also very devout.

After Lu Junhe finished bowing, he turned his head to look at the little girl beside him, a faint smile appearing in his eyes: "Imitating me?"

Qu Yun was caught red-handed. Her ears burned, but her hands remained clasped together as she muttered under her breath, "Otherwise, it would look strange if I just stood there."

"It doesn't matter if you're not sincere?" he teased her in a low voice.

Qu Yun pursed her lips, her voice even softer: "I just came with you. The Bodhisattva knows I'm just there to make up the numbers, so she won't blame me."

Lu Junhe smiled helplessly.

This girl always manages to make his heart flutter so easily.

Beside the hall, there was also a table for interpreting divination slips.

Lu Junhe walked over and drew a marriage fortune stick.

Qu Yun noticed this and went over to take a look. Seeing the man staring at the fortune slip for a long time without saying a word, she couldn't help but ask curiously, "How is it? Is it a very auspicious fortune?"

Lu Junhe handed over the signature.

Entangled in a karmic entanglement, her love life fraught with difficulties; forcing things is futile.

"puff."

Qu Yun quickly covered her mouth, her eyes darting around: "It seems President Lu is having a bad day."

The man raised an eyebrow slightly, then lit another cigarette without saying a word.

It was still a tragic fate.

Let me smoke another one.

It's still exactly the same.

Qu Yun's shoulders were shaking from trying not to laugh. She stood on tiptoe and, trying to appear calm, patted Lu Junhe's shoulder. "It's a matter of probability. Most of the lots in this container might be like this."

"Besides, even a tragic love affair is still a kind of fate, which means that President Lu has a lot of romantic luck."

As soon as he finished speaking, the monk sitting to the side slowly closed his book, looked up at them, and said in a calm tone, "These three couplets you've chosen represent karmic entanglements, and you may find it difficult to overcome this obstacle in your love life. The temple has blessed red ropes that can resolve these entanglements and secure a true relationship. Would you two like to purchase a pair?"

Qu Yun felt she was right. She secretly nudged the man next to her with her elbow and whispered in his ear, "Look, look, the master will stop at nothing to boost his sales figures!"

Before descending the mountain, Qu Yun wanted to go to the restroom.

Before leaving, she reminded Lu Junhe, "You absolutely mustn't buy that red string. Let's not be fools who are rich but stupid."

Snow suddenly began to fall from the sky.

Qu Yun came out of the bathroom, somewhat excited.

After all, it doesn't snow much in the south during winter.

She reached out and caught a snowflake. Before she could even look at it, a large, dry, and warm hand took hers.

Lu Junhe whispered, "The road is slippery, don't fall."

The two walked slowly, as the fine snow fell thicker and thicker, enveloping everything around them in a quiet white blanket.

Qu Yun lowered her head, her bright red nose rubbing against her scarf. She remembered the three ill-fated fortune sticks and stopped in her tracks.

Lu Junhe looked at her questioningly.

Qu Yun raised their tightly clasped hands, her smile the only bright spot in the pale snowy season: "Let's hold hands like this."

"That way, the lifelines can be connected."

The snow was so heavy that driving was difficult, so Lu Junhe booked a hotel at the foot of the mountain.

He told Qu Yun to take a hot shower first, otherwise she would definitely catch a cold with her hair wet.

With final exams approaching, Qu Yun was memorizing her script while taking a shower.

The room was very warm, and when she came out of the shower, she was wearing a bathrobe provided by the hotel.

Lu Junhe sat casually on the sofa, with two glasses of red wine in front of him.

He asked, "Want something to drink?"

Qu Yun shook her head and handed him her phone, saying, "Perfect timing, you can come and listen to my final lecture."

She started memorizing on her own.

Lu Junhe twirled the rim of the wine glass with his fingertip, looked at Qu Yun with a smile on his lips, and when Qu Yun occasionally hesitated, his gaze would lazily fall on her face.

They didn't interrupt, but listened quietly.

I just thought to myself, my girlfriend is still in school, that's probably the only downside.

Qu Yun was halfway through her story when she realized she was being stared at by the man in front of her. She paused, then said in a coquettish tone, "Lu Junhe, don't laugh like that, it's making me nervous."

"I wasn't laughing at you," Lu Junhe said casually. "Go on, you're doing a good job."

"That wouldn't be good," Qu Yun muttered softly. "This year's exam is a group project, and I can't let my group members down."

Lu Junhe raised an eyebrow and stood up: "So what if you can't explain it well?"

"If you're assigned to the same group, the others can only blame their bad luck."

Qu Yun opened her mouth, but hesitated to speak.

Is this man insulting her?

She was a beat slow to realize that Lu Junhe was saying that meeting her was also a bad thing for him?

Seeing that the little girl was about to glare at him, Lu Junhe quickly pulled her into his arms. "I'm just too lucky."

He wasn't satisfied with just talking; he lowered his head and kissed Qu Yun on the forehead.

Qu Yun tried to resist, "No, I haven't memorized my script yet..."

Lu Junhe's hand, which was around her waist, had slipped inside her robe and was gently stroking her back.

"Go to the bed and memorize it."

The sound of reciting the melody was intermittent.

There are even more words than I just forgot.

Each time she hesitated, Lu Junhe would deliberately press harder, bringing his breath close to her ear and asking, "Is it here?"

Qu Yun's mind went completely blank. She arched her back and unconsciously kissed Lu Junhe's Adam's apple.

I wanted to use my charm to avoid forgetting this sentence.

The light on the bedside table turned on.

Lu Junhe carried Qu Yun to the bathroom. As he watched her slowly sink into the bathtub, he scooped her up a little, his voice still carrying a hint of lingering desire.

"What did you pray for at the temple today?"

Qu Yun was very sleepy and mumbled, "I pray that my parents are healthy."

"Please... I need to pass my final exams."

After waiting for a while, she stopped talking and seemed to have fallen asleep.

Lu Junhe was somewhat displeased. "Is this none of my business?"

The fog grew thicker and thicker.

Qu Yun's voice was very soft: "You are someone I can have without even asking for you."

The next day, Qu Yun woke up in bed.

She stretched and noticed a thin red string on her right hand.

Qu Yun smiled helplessly.

Lu Junhe still bought it in the end.

Let it be a tragic fate.