Kyoto Night Kiss

Qu Yun carefully put the strand of hair from her palm into her pocket; it felt as heavy as if she were carrying a lead weight.

She took a deep breath, pushed open the door to the master bedroom, and a wave of warm steam rushed towards her.

Lu Junhe had just stepped out of the bathroom, his lean waist cinched only by a white towel, his V-line sloping gently down his sides.

His chest was completely exposed, his broad shoulders were straight and sharp, and his muscles were smooth and powerful. Water droplets slowly slid down his body along his contours.

Further up, her black, wet hair clung to her forehead and the sides of her neck, making her originally sharp eyebrows and eyes appear more languid and alluring.

Qu Yun's face instantly flushed red. She lowered her eyelashes and looked away in a panic.

Lu Junhe's gaze, however, did not leave her for a moment, staring intently with a hint of nonchalant aggression.

He approached step by step, his footsteps still damp.

Qu Yun instinctively stepped back, her back hitting the cold cabinet, leaving her trapped in the middle of the man in front of her.

The refreshing scent of shower gel lingered in her nostrils, and Qu Yun's heart pounded even harder.

Suddenly, Lu Junhe raised his hand.

Qu Yun held her breath nervously, thinking the man was about to touch her, when his hand reached over her shoulder and took a bathrobe from the wardrobe behind her and put it on.

After fastening the straps, his pectoral muscles were half-hidden, half-revealed. Lu Junhe's gaze remained deep and intense as he asked in a hoarse voice, "What are you doing here?"

Qu Yun coughed lightly and replied, "Chongchong accidentally brought Jinxing's homework home, so I brought it to him..."

"Aren't you leaving after you've delivered the goods?"

Qu Yun pretended not to hear the order to leave. She glanced up and down and noticed that Lu Junhe seemed to have a wound on his hand.

She said, "Let me see the wound on your hand. If it's deep, you should go to the hospital to get it stitched up. If it's not deep, I'll just disinfect and bandage it."

After speaking, Qu Yun leaned forward. Just as she raised her hand to approach, Lu Junhe swung his arm and flung it away without any mercy.

The force was so strong that Qu Yun's hand slammed against the wardrobe, and she almost cried from the pain.

Lu Junhe lowered his eyes, his expression cold and devoid of any warmth. He asked sarcastically, "Qu Yun, are you short of money?"

Qu Yun did not answer such a deliberate question.

She tried to touch Lu Junhe's hand again.

This time, a flicker of disgust crossed the man's eyes. "Still starved for love?"

Qu Yun raised her eyes in disbelief.

But the man showed no emotion whatsoever; there was neither remorse nor heartache.

He rubbed his temples, a cold smile playing on his lips: "Isn't it said that only girls who lack fatherly love lack love, always trying to please others?"

"But Qu Yun, haven't you always boasted that your father treats you very well and that you lack nothing? How come in the end, you're still the same, constantly trying to get close to me?"

These words pierced Qu Yun's heart like a sharp blade.

Her eyes flashed with anger, and her voice trembled: "Lu Junhe, don't mention my father."

"Let's just talk about the two of us."

This man should never have mentioned her father.

He knew perfectly well that her father was the one who was most heartbroken...

"Okay." Lu Junhe agreed, his eyes deepening. "Then let's talk about the two of us."

"Why should I get back together with a woman who slept with other men abroad?"

"Who did I sleep with?" Qu Yun retorted.

"You know it yourself."

"I don't know! Explain yourself!"

Hearing her almost shouting voice, Lu Junhe gave the name of the hotel.

That hotel... was the hotel where she worked as a waitress for the first time after arriving in Vancouver.

The so-called "sleeping together" meant that she was forced into bed by that bastard foreigner...

Qu Yun's body stiffened, as if she had been hit hard on the head by something, and she couldn't move at all.

A metallic, sweet taste of blood rose in her throat. "Since you've already found out about this, you knew I escaped in the end, you knew that person tried to rape me..."

"I... that was the first time I went abroad alone, and that's when I encountered this..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lu Junhe coldly interrupted, "Did I force you to go abroad?"

Qu Yun stared blankly at the man she had once deeply loved, her eyes filled with confusion.

How could he say such harsh and filthy things?

How come he couldn't so wantonly smear her innocence?

When he heard that she had gone through something like that... did he really not feel a pang of sympathy?

Qu Yun felt as if her heart was being gripped tightly by an icy hand, and a dense, tingling pain spread throughout her body along her blood vessels.

She bit her lip hard, her eyes reddening: "What do you mean by forcing me to go abroad?"

"Lu Junhe, I lost my child and then my father. My father... he didn't even tell me he had terminal cancer because of me, he..."

Lu Junhe had lost all patience.

He frowned, his gaze sweeping over Qu Yun's single tear, unmoved: "It's this matter again."

"Besides this, is there anything else you'd like to say?"

Lu Junhe took half a step forward and said wearily, "Qu Yun, to be honest, dating you used to be really tiring."

"You're always insecure and sensitive. When I give you something, you should just accept it, but you insist on reciprocating. You're calculating everything."

"Since you're so eager to settle things, then let's draw a line. You can continue to maintain your pathetic self-esteem and stop bothering me."

Qu Yun really wanted to refute, but the words stuck in her throat.

Whether what he said is true or false doesn't seem to matter anymore.

Maybe it's true.

Seeing the look of disgust on the man's face, Qu Yun almost laughed: "Lu Junhe, so you've always looked down on me."

It wasn't just his mother who looked down on him.

He looked down on her deep down.

But what can she do? This is the only way she knows how to love.

She accepted those gifts because of love, and wanted to return them tenfold, to show the other person how much they meant to her.

It turns out this was just her inferiority complex...

Lu Junhe's gaze faltered slightly.

He had clearly anticipated this scene: Qu Yun should make a huge scene, curse him to death, or even physically assault him.

But now, she just stands there quietly, her eyes devoid of any light.

Lu Junhe felt a tightness in his chest and told Qu Yun to leave.

Qu Yun gently wiped away her wet eyes, trying to stop the tears from falling. She took a step back, creating some distance, and calmly said, "I will leave."

"But I have one last question before I leave."

Lu Junhe grunted in response, his face tense.

He asked Qu Yun to ask.

Qu Yun raised her head, her face expressionless: "Who exactly is Lu Jinxing's father?"

"I know he's not Tang Bingqing's child. When you were with me, did you cheat on me? Or...?"

"Lu Jinxing is the child I carried for ten months and gave birth to."