Kyoto Night Kiss

The night outside the window was dark, and the strings of lights on the river stretched out like a golden ribbon.

Qu Yun lowered her eyes, her voice slightly hoarse with suppressed emotion, and asked softly, "Do you really have to do this?"

Lu Junhe leaned against the door, his eyes dark, and asked, "What's wrong with that? You went into a man's room all by yourself."

"Qu Yun, are you too naive, or do you think I'm too naive?"

My lips are still numb.

Qu Yun remained calm, almost numb: "I don't know what your purpose is in doing this. Is it to push me away?"

"Because I saw a gun, or because I realized you're really not just some ordinary rich family."

She met the man's gaze. "But Lu Junhe, even if this is just an act, it will hurt the people who love you."

"So, do you love it?" Lu Junhe chuckled and took half a step forward.

His figure completely enveloped the melody.

He looked down at her from his vantage point.

Qu Yun's eyelashes trembled slightly.

Lu Junhe's voice was low and deliberate, each word like a tap on her heart: "Qu Yun, do you love me?"

The air fell silent instantly.

Qu Yun didn't answer immediately. Stubbornly raising her chin, she met Lu Junhe's gaze, her voice low but carrying the same coldness: "And you?"

"Lu Junhe, do you still love me? What was your reason for shooting yourself five times for me?"

Qu Yun really couldn't think of any other answer.

She held her breath, as if waiting for a definite answer would make her heart beat again.

However, Lu Junhe's eyes were indifferent, showing no interest whatsoever in her.

He chuckled, his gaze sweeping over her tense jawline. "Miss Qu, I don't lack for love right now."

"All I need is an obedient lover, are you in?"

Lu Junhe sat down, patted the empty sofa next to him, and said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice, "If you're capable of that, come sit here and let's talk."

Qu Yun dug her nails into her palms as she quietly watched the man sitting on the sofa, his long legs casually crossed, his suit trousers taut and straight.

It feels so unfamiliar.

How frivolous.

So cheap.

Turning her gaze away, the last bit of warmth in Qu Yun's eyes turned completely cold.

She forced a smile and offered a sincere blessing: "Lu Junhe, I wish you die from exhaustion."

Let him find a new lover however he wants.

Just as she said, only those who love him will get hurt.

What does she matter as an ex-girlfriend?

"Okay." Lu Junhe wasn't angry and replied lazily.

"Thank you for your kind words, Miss Qu."

He accepted this rather accurate blessing.

Qu Yun turned around and walked to the door, her skirt brushing against the corner of the table without pausing for a moment.

Just as her hand touched the doorknob, the man behind her said casually, "Qu Yun, I wish you a house full of children and grandchildren."

For a few seconds.

Qu Yun truly believed that this was Lu Junhe's heartfelt blessing to her.

The door clicked shut.

Qu Yun, seething with anger, began punching and kicking at the door through the air.

Why is she so clumsy with words!

What's the difference between the modern saying "a house full of children and grandchildren" and "eight babies in one pregnancy"?

This is practically the curse of the new society!

Lu Junhe is too vicious.

Qu Yun raised her foot, wishing she could actually kick the door down.

Suddenly, the door was pulled open from the inside without warning.

Lu Junhe stood at the doorway, expressionless.

Qu Yun was startled when the man suddenly appeared. She lost her footing, cried out in surprise, and staggered backward, falling straight onto the carpet in the corridor.

She rubbed her lower back and gradually hid her head.

It's so embarrassing.

Nothing is more embarrassing than falling down in front of your ex.

Fortunately, Lu Junhe had no intention of helping her up at all.

He just stood there quietly.

She wouldn't get up, and he wouldn't leave.

Qu Yun had no choice but to prop herself up on her arms and get up from the ground.

She muttered under her breath, "You bastard."

Lu Junhe said indifferently, "I fired because I knew there wasn't a single bullet loaded inside."

"Miss Qu, don't flatter yourself."

After saying that, the door slammed shut.

Just as Qu Yun arrived downstairs at the bar, Zhao Yao, carrying a lot of food, went to Lu Junhe's room in another sightseeing elevator.

He wondered if he was disturbing anyone, but there was no one else in the room at all.

It seems that Qu Yun left in anger?

She can't even eat her favorite Napoleon anymore.

"Didn't I tell you a long time ago that Yun'er was coming here?" Zhao Yao glanced at the man who was leaning back on the sofa with his eyes closed, looking exasperated.

He said, "You don't usually hug women, but you did today, and Qu Yun saw it with her own eyes."

Zhao Yao belatedly exclaimed "Holy crap!"

"You fucking did that on purpose to show her, didn't you?"

Lu Junhe remained silent.

Zhao Yao really couldn't stand it anymore and didn't want to get involved in his perverted brother's messy affairs.

He held a piece of Napoleon pastry to his lips, but his heart felt heavy, and he couldn't swallow or spit out the words he wanted to say. So he put the pastry back down.

"Sigh, there's not even a moon tonight, and the roads are so dark," Zhao Yao said leisurely. "Looks like some people are going to have to suffer a bit, since this place is so remote that you can't even hail a taxi."

"But she deserved it. She insisted on coming here to suffer. If something unexpected happens, consider it a lesson learned."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Junhe suddenly stood up.

He didn't say where he was going; he just wanted to walk outside.

Zhao Yao curled his lips into a smirk and teased, "Hey Lu, are you going down to the private room again?"

No one paid any attention to them.

Zhao Yao called out again, "Hey, you forgot your car keys."

Lu Junhe immediately turned back and saw that the table was empty.

He reached into his pocket and found the car keys on him; his face darkened.

Zhao Yao burst into laughter.

He was laughing when his mouth suddenly froze.

He overheard someone downstairs saying, "Lu Junhe hasn't had a drop of alcohol tonight."

So he was the one being used?

The man surnamed Lu had long intended to personally escort the person, but was probably too embarrassed to be too proactive.

Qu Yun twisted her ankle after falling, and every step she took was painful.

After leaving the bar, she could only limp slowly.

The phone screen kept spinning on a white screen; the signal was so bad here that I couldn't hail a ride at all.

She had to walk to the street to hail a taxi to go home.

"You bastard! You bastard! Lu Junhe, that bastard!" Qu Yun cursed three times, still not satisfied.

Just as she was in such a bad mood, two car headlights shone from behind, illuminating the endless darkness in front of her.

Qu Yun thought a car was about to pass by, so she consciously moved closer to the side of the road.

It turns out the driver might have been turning the steering wheel with his butt, and was constantly honking behind her.

It was so loud it hurt her ears.

Qu Yun turned around angrily, "The road here is wide enough for you to drive through!"

After she finished speaking, she saw Lu Junhe's face sitting inside the car.

Why is this man here?

Surely he wouldn't humiliate her like that and then drive her home, would he?

What else could Lu Junhe be but a lunatic?

Qu Yun still harbored a faint sense of anticipation.

No matter what, she must refuse in a moment!

However, the moment the thought crossed her mind, the luxury car behind her showed no sign of slowing down. With its engine roaring, it sped past Qu Yun.

In the blink of an eye, it will soon disappear into the vast night.