Kyoto Night Kiss

Chapter 44 He booked a room upstairs and waited for her.

Qu Yun bit her lip. "Lu Junhe, could you come out for a moment?"

"I have something to say."

Enraged by being ignored, Qu Yun shouted loudly, "Lu Junhe!"

Finally, the man leaning back on the sofa slowly lifted his eyelids.

His narrow eyes were slightly upturned, and his voice was low, husky, and lingering, "Are you trying to call back a soul?"

"Say what you have to say here."

Qu Yun only noticed his hand, which was resting on the waist of the woman beside her.

It seemed like it was deliberately meant to make it look good to her.

The hand even gently caressed it.

Qu Yun's breathing was somewhat sluggish.

Does he actually enjoy playing like this?

The surrounding area was actually more chaotic, with many men having women sitting on their laps.

Lu Junhe had previously mentioned the chaotic state of the entertainment industry, where singles indulged in unrestrained fun, while married couples covered for each other.

It's not that no friends have asked him for help, suggesting that if his wife wants to check up on him, he should say that he was with her last night.

Lu Junhe neither helped nor stopped it.

Qu Yun was very angry at that time. The thought of that man's wife being kept in the dark made her want Lu Junhe to remind him or teach that so-called friend a lesson.

Lu Junhe simply shook his head and said calmly, "I don't interfere in other people's lives."

Until Qu Yun puffed out her cheeks.

He pinched her cheek and teased, "Aren't you a little too quick to get angry?"

"Qu Yun, all you need to know is that your man won't go out and fool around."

—And now?

Qu Yun gradually concealed the sorrow in her eyes.

Actually, she understood it all.

Because Lu Junhe is no longer her man.

A man who had just walked in from outside, wearing a silver necklace around his neck, spotted Qu Yun's back at a glance and said with a smirk, "Oh, there's a little beauty hiding here."

Xiang Liannan walked straight up to Qu Yun, and the more he looked at her, the more he couldn't take his eyes off her. Her charming and flirtatious aura was almost overflowing. "Tsk, I misjudged her."

"This isn't just some pretty girl, she's a real, stunning beauty!"

Qu Yun didn't want to talk to this stranger and turned her gaze away.

But the other person wouldn't let it go, staring at her and saying, "Why do you look like you're about to cry? Who bullied you?"

"Come here and tell your brother, and your brother will help you get revenge."

Several people nearby tilted their heads, huddled together, and whispered among themselves.

They seemed to recognize Qu Yun's face; wasn't she Lu Junhe's former mistress?

He brought this woman to a few small gatherings with friends.

Once, a reckless guy got drunk and started harassing Qu Yun. Before he could even touch her, Lu Junhe's eyes shot over and he snapped the guy's hand in two.

He treasures it like that.

But now there's no reaction at all?

The two, whispering to each other, shook their heads, their gazes towards Qu Yun carrying a hint of disdain: "I'm already tired of her."

"This woman is so persistent and annoying."

Seeing that Qu Yun remained unmoved, the man with the necklace made a move to pounce on her, saying, "Come on, baby, you can't make money in this line of work if you're too shy."

"Stay away from me." Qu Yun frowned and dodged to the side to avoid being touched by the man.

But the man with the necklace didn't give up and reached out his hand again, saying, "Your voice is so beautiful."

"You have to use this beautiful voice on your brother's bed later too."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a wine glass smashed against the man wearing the necklace.

The untouched red wine inside spilled all over his shirt, and the glass shattered on the floor with a crash.

Lu Junhe's eyes were cold, and his deep voice carried a hint of intimidating ferocity, "Try touching her with that hand."

The once lively private room instantly fell silent.

No one dared to breathe.

Xiang Liannan wished he could bury his head in his chest. "I'm sorry, President Lu."

"I...I didn't know this was the woman you had your eye on...Please be magnanimous and don't hold a grudge against a scoundrel like me."

Perhaps annoyed that he had ruined the atmosphere, Lu Junhe got up impatiently and walked out without looking back.

Qu Yun was taken aback for a moment.

Unexpectedly, the man stopped abruptly as he passed by her.

She harbored a faint sense of anticipation.

Lu Junhe simply lowered his eyes and glanced at her.

After a long pause, he lazily asked, "I booked a room upstairs, are you coming?"

Qu Yun hesitated for a moment, but still took small steps to catch up with Lu Junhe's back.

She took the second elevator up.

The room door wasn't closed, and Lu Junhe came out of the bathroom, his hands still damp.

When he saw her actually come up, his eyes seemed to tremble.

"Lu Junhe, I..."

Qu Yun had just opened her mouth, but before she could even speak, a tall shadow suddenly loomed over her.

Lu Junhe walked over, grabbed her waist without saying a word, and with a little force, slammed her hard against the cold wall.

Before Qu Yun could react, he leaned down and, with suppressed rage, roughly kissed her lips.

Its strength was forceful and domineering, completely devoid of its former gentleness.

As if venting the frustration that had been building up inside him, he swallowed all the words that Qu Yun wanted to say.

"Hmm..."

Qu Yun used all her strength to push Lu Junhe away a little.

She looked up, panting, and met the man's dark, gloomy eyes.

Lu Junhe didn't give her time to recover; he leaned down again and kissed her.

Qu Yun was forced to crane her neck, unable to escape, and couldn't even find a sliver of space to breathe.

Suddenly, she felt a chill on her stomach.

Lu Junhe slowly slipped his hand inside the hem of her clothes.

Qu Yun's eyes immediately welled up with tears. She dared not sob aloud, and could only bite her lips until they bled.

Lu Junhe stopped all his movements.

It seems that this was exactly the kind of reaction he wanted from her.

Qu Yun stared wide-eyed.

Lu Junhe reached out his fingertips and gently stroked Qu Yun's reddened, almost bleeding lips with his thumb. Suddenly, he used force to pry open her bitten lower lip.

The melody is a little off-center.

Lu Junhe deliberately leaned in, his hot breath brushing against her ear, and said in a low, husky voice, "Why are you crying? I haven't even gone in yet."

His kisses returned to her neck, slowly moving downwards.

Qu Yun understood something.

She leaned against the wall with her back straight, the panic from before gone, replaced by a calm expression in her eyes.

"Lu Junhe, let go of me."

"Let's have a good talk about what happened that day."

The man scoffed and replied, "You tell me."

"I didn't stop you from talking."

He was absolutely awful.

Qu Yun felt that no matter how calm she was, she was completely overwhelmed at this moment.

She couldn't figure out what the man in front of her was thinking.

He really is like that.

Or is it just an act?