Kyoto Night Kiss

Lu Junhe's fingertips curled in mid-air.

When he saw Qu Yun crawling on the ground with her hands on the ground, she didn't want to be in the same room with him, and his expression darkened.

Qu Yun tried her best to get out and find another place to hide. She had only come in because she was forced into a corner and had no other choice.

Right now, she absolutely cannot stay with Lu Junhe.

What if... she couldn't hold back anymore?

Suddenly, her body was lifted into the air.

The man picked her up expressionlessly, placed her on the single bed, and pulled a thin blanket over her.

He began contacting doctors on the island, but they could only treat external injuries and provide first aid; they didn't have the antidote.

Lu Junhe glanced at the bed, where the sheets beneath Qu Yun were already wrinkled, and her fair skin was tinged with an unconscious blush.

In this state, he won't be able to board the last ship back home.

Qu Yun's eyes were veiled with tears. When she saw Lu Junhe, she stubbornly glared at him, her whole demeanor filled with repulsion, as if she didn't even want him to get close.

Lu Junhe narrowed his eyes, his fingers roughly tracing Qu Yun's lips. He lowered his voice and said, "Try looking at me like that again."

Qu Yun was so frightened by his sudden fierceness that she swallowed back all her angry words.

Her nose stung, and her eyes instantly welled up with tears. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she didn't even dare to look at the man.

In the past, when Lu Junhe was really angry with her, he was terrifying.

His punishments usually only took place in bed.

You should either slap her or not let her make a sound, and wear her down until she's exhausted.

Either press it down and let her guess where it is.

If Qu Yun dared to cry at a time like this, Lu Junhe wouldn't comfort her; he would only force her to look him in the eye and ask, "Why are you crying? Did I hurt you?"

No, it doesn't exist...

Looking at the suddenly limp mass on the bed, Lu Junhe frowned. He contacted his private doctor on his phone to ask how to handle the situation.

The doctor said that to be on the safe side, we should go to the hospital.

Since he didn't know what drug caused the condition, using other methods or taking other medications rashly could cause side effects or leave lasting consequences.

It could even lead to sudden death.

Lu Junhe walked to the window.

After a few seconds of silence on the phone, the doctor's voice slowly came through: "I know there's no hospital where you are. To ensure your safety, it's best not to think too much and just let the medication wear off quickly..."

The sound of the tide rising and falling can be faintly heard from the coastline not far from the window.

In the dimly lit room, shadows spread from the floor to the walls.

Lu Junhe rationally relayed Qu Yun's current situation to her.

He can guarantee that no third person will know what happened tonight.

Qu Yun continued to shake her head, a fine layer of cold sweat beading on her forehead.

Her body had reached its limit of endurance; the sheets in her clenched hands were soaked with sweat. Her voice trembled, but it was resolute: "No... don't come any closer."

"Go to the bathroom and run some water for me, and put some ice cubes in..."

In this weather, drinking ice water is a mild way to catch a cold or fever.

If it stimulates vasoconstriction, it is very likely to have a counteracting effect on the efficacy of the drug.

The consequences would be unimaginable.

Lu Junhe's thin lips pressed into a straight line, and he said angrily, "Qu Yun, even if you die, you'd rather remain chaste?"

"You really love that guy surnamed Cheng that much?"

Qu Yun didn't speak again, biting her lip tightly.

A ray of moonlight shone down, illuminating her furrowed brows.

Lu Junhe was taken aback, then belatedly realized that her expression was the same as before—it was fear.

The mattress collapsed.

Lu Junhe gently lifted Qu Yun's head, stroked her hair, and coaxed her softly, "We've tried it before, it's not scary, right?"

"Sweetie, relax a little. If it hurts, bite me. Your lips are bleeding."

The only bedside lamp that was still lit was also turned off.

In the darkness, guided by the music, Qu Yun slowly relaxed her bent back.

When the man's rough fingertips touched her skin, she instinctively flinched.

Just like the first time.

Lu Junhe seemed to have no other intentions and only used his hands.

Qu Yun felt the heat in her body being gradually soothed.

But her head was terribly dizzy, and her eyelids felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead. She lay limply on the bed, burying her face deep in the pillow, her slightly curly long hair cascading down her slender shoulders and back.

Lu Junhe bent down and pulled Qu Yun into his arms. His upper body was naked, and his skin was slightly cool.

Qu Yun trembled slightly as she felt a kiss land on her shoulder.

She didn't know how much time had passed, but as she drifted off to sleep, she heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom.

So noisy...

A light mist hangs over the island in the early morning, and the rising sun shines across the sea, casting a shimmering golden glow.

Qu Yun slowly opened her eyes, her body still feeling a bit languid and sore.

She propped herself up and looked around. The small room was empty; she was all alone.

The scenes from last night suddenly flooded my mind.

Qu Yun pinched her burning ear tips.

She couldn't find the underwear she wore last night, but luckily her suitcase was in the room. Qu Yun hurriedly got out of bed and quickly put on her clothes.

She even pulled up her collar to try and cover the red mark on her neck.

I don't know where Lu Junhe went.

She didn't want to wait in the room; she needed to be alone to think things through.

Who exactly administered the drug?

And what will become of her relationship with Lu Junhe?

As Qu Yun reached the door, she heard familiar footsteps outside.

Her hand, which was gripping the doorknob, paused for a moment.

She intended to walk out naturally, but she overheard Lu Junhe making a phone call.

He thought she was still asleep, so he deliberately lowered his voice, but it still carried into the single room, which wasn't very soundproof.

"Hmm... Got it."

"It took a little time, but it was relatively easy."

"No rush, I'll play with her for a few more days, otherwise how can I justify all my efforts... I'll just let her go when I get tired of her."

The moment the door was pushed open from the outside.

Qu Yun felt as if she had been electrocuted, and sat down on the edge of the bed.

When Lu Junhe came in, the phone call had already ended. He asked in the exact same voice as before, "You're awake. Are you still feeling unwell?"

"Have some breakfast first. I'll take you to the hospital for a check-up after we get off the island. The toxins in your body may not have been cleared out yet."

After saying that, Qu Yun watched him walk into the bathroom.

The breakfast he brought back was plentiful and still warm on the table.

But why is there no warmth in his heart?

The sink was filled with water, splashing around.

Lu Junhe washed his hands and caught a glimpse of a black bra draped over the bathtub, its surface clearly stained.

A dark glint flashed in his eyes. He walked over, picked it up, and started scrubbing it under the tap.

When he came out of the bathroom, the room was already empty.

The melody is gone.

That suitcase is gone too.