Kyoto Night Kiss

"Feel sorry."

Lu Junhe's pupils suddenly contracted, and he retreated outside the room, standing against the wall.

The cold wind in the corridor hit his face, suppressing the momentary panic in his heart, but his thoughts were completely out of control.

The scene he had just witnessed kept replaying in his mind.

Qu Yun has fair and smooth skin, and her back, exposed to the air, is slender and graceful with a tiny waist that can be encircled by one hand, and her figure is curvaceous.

Seven years ago, he really liked Qu Yun's waist.

Sometimes, when I really can't resist, I'll pat her to make her turn over, then lift her messy long hair with one hand and kiss her back.

However, I can never control my strength and easily hurt her.

Once, Qu Yun cried so hard that she tried to run forward, but he pulled her back by her ankle.

The next day, she sat on the bed, wrapped in a blanket, sobbing and saying she wanted to break up. She looked so pitiful.

He then vowed that he would never do what he did last night again.

Lu Junhe's gaze darkened slightly.

He hadn't eaten meat once in seven years.

He unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt to breathe.

After changing into long clothes and trousers, Qu Yun tied her hair into a loose bun. She sat on the carpet and spread out her documents and laptop on the bed.

"Knock knock." This time, Lu Junhe knocked on the door before coming in.

A few drops of water dripped onto the floor.

Qu Yun looked up and realized that the man's hair was wet.

Did you go take a shower?

My obsessive-compulsive disorder about cleanliness is getting worse and worse.

Qu Yun wrote another line on the notebook.

Lu Junhe said in a low voice, "Let's go downstairs to eat first, the food will get cold."

Her pen didn't stop. "No need, I'm not hungry right now... and I still have work to finish."

"What are you arguing about?" Lu Junhe frowned, walked to the bedside, and his tall figure cast a faint shadow.

He noticed that Qu Yun's notebook, which was tucked under her arm, was covered with densely written text.

Height, blood type, hobbies, social media... even the brand of condoms they use.

His eyes gradually filled with resentment.

Qu Yun subconsciously wanted to hide the notebook, but then she thought, why should she feel guilty? So she opened her palm again.

The man's tone turned chillingly cold as he questioned her, "You'd rather fawn over others than apologize to me?"

Qu Yun was very confused. She looked up and met Lu Junhe's gaze. "Why should I back down to you?"

She curled her lip into a mocking smile: "Who are you to me? What title or position do we have that I need to bow down and submit to you?"

After a few words, the atmosphere in the master bedroom inexplicably became heavy.

Lu Junhe's thin lips were pressed tightly together, and the air around him was extremely cold.

Qu Yun rubbed her tired temples, not wanting to argue about this pointless thing, and said, "Give me a few days. Once I find a suitable place, I'll move out with Chongchong immediately."

She can't live in this villa anymore.

In other words, she didn't want to stay by Lu Junhe's side for even a second longer.

A cold breeze from outside seeped in through the cracks in the window, bringing a touch of coolness and causing the heavy curtains to sway gently.

After a long silence, Lu Junhe finally spoke in a hoarse voice, "Do you really have to do this?"

Qu Yun remained indifferent, lowered her eyes, and replied, "Otherwise what?"

"Lu Junhe, we have no future together."

Perhaps she will never be able to let go of it in her lifetime.

But it doesn't matter, she won't think about it, won't love it, and will never go back to this man.

He was in a high position from the very beginning, while she was just a piece of duckweed floating in a stagnant pool, at the mercy of the wind.

Lu Junhe stood quietly in place.

After a long silence, he swallowed hard and said in a low voice, "You don't need to move."

"I'm leaving."

The heavy slam of the door slamming shut sounded behind me.

Qu Yun originally thought this would make her feel relieved for a while, but her heart felt like it had been struck by an electric current, and the pain flowed through every inch of her body.

She forced herself to look at the computer screen, trying to continue working, but she couldn't concentrate at all, and even her vision became blurry.

Never mind, she'd better go downstairs and find Cheng Chongchong.

Inside the restaurant on the first floor, both children were still sitting.

When Qu Yun saw Lu Jinxing, she visibly froze.

Has Lu Junhe not left yet?

She looked around but couldn't find the man inside the house.

So, he left on his own, leaving the child behind?

Lu Jinxing got off the chair and walked obediently to Qu Yun. His face was completely unreadable. "Auntie, you don't need to be in a difficult position."

"I can walk by myself."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Chongchong dropped the large chicken leg in her hand, scrunched up her face, and said, "Classmate, didn't you say you were going to stay here during the day?"

Qu Yun immediately squatted down and looked the little boy in front of her at eye level.

She tried to smile gently and said, "It's alright, please stay here. Auntie likes you very much."

No matter what the relationship between adults is like, it should not affect the children.

If her child were lucky enough to be alive, she wouldn't want the child to be sad or upset because of adult matters.

The villa didn't have a furnished children's room, and the beds in each guest bedroom were very large. Cheng Chongchong kept making a fuss, insisting on sleeping with Lu Jinxing.

After Qu Yun and the other two children finished bathing, she sat on the edge of the bed and told them a bedtime story.

Cheng Chongchong listened to only one page of the paper before falling fast asleep, stretching out her limbs and taking up two-thirds of the bed.

Lu Jinxing's small body was curled up tightly, his knees bent and pressed against his chest, and his shoulders were tense.

He was clearly very sleepy, but he refused to close his eyes.

Qu Yun gently patted his head and asked him if he felt unwell anywhere.

"Can I still tell stories tomorrow?" Lu Jinxing asked cautiously.

When he saw Qu Yun shake her head, his heart sank to the bottom.

Until Qu Yun whispered in his ear with a smile, "Tell me a different story tomorrow, we don't listen to repetitions."

Lu Jinxing laughed for the first time.

That smile struck Qu Yun's heart unexpectedly, causing her breath to catch in her throat, her heart aching and tender at the same time.

How does Lu Junhe usually take care of his children?

Furthermore, the child's biological mother is also unfit. Why is such a young child filled with such heartbreaking emotions?

"Go to sleep, Auntie will go out after you fall asleep." Qu Yun said, gently patting Lu Jinxing's back.

About ten minutes later, Lu Jinxing's breathing gradually became even.

Qu Yun stood up quietly, wanting to help him tuck the blanket in.

Her hand, which was holding the blanket, suddenly paused as she noticed a very faint and small birthmark on Lu Jinxing's neck.

At that time, she was lying on the operating table, the effects of the anesthesia not yet completely worn off. When she saw the doctor pick up the stillborn baby, she begged desperately to see her child one last time.

The doctor ignored her, leaving her only with the silhouette of the fetus.

She desperately reached out to grab it, and fell off the operating table.

The doctor turned around upon hearing the noise.

Qu Yun then caught a glimpse of it.

There seems to be a very faint mark under her baby's neck.