Kyoto Night Kiss

Lu Junhe's gaze froze, and his Adam's apple bobbed unconsciously.

His gaze was fixed on Qu Yun, ignoring the naked disgust in her eyes, he asked in a hoarse voice, "What illness were you having just now?"

"Is there anything else that's bothering you?"

Qu Yun frowned and turned her head away.

She decided to treat herself as if she were facing a cloud of harmful air.

Just glancing at the man in front of me feels like an insult to my vision.

The elevator slowly ascended.

Qu Yun felt a sharp pain in her temples and instinctively raised her hand to rub them.

Lu Junhe noticed her dark purple fingernails, and his tone became somewhat displeased: "What happened to your fingernails again?"

"Qu Yun, are you really that bad at taking care of yourself?"

His words brought back the pain she felt when she was caught in the car door. She retorted, "What's it to you?"

Fortunately, the elevator doors opened at that moment.

Regardless of which floor it was, Qu Yun just wanted to get out and get as far away from Lu Junhe as possible.

However, she had only taken one step when her wrist was suddenly gripped by a force.

Qu Yun tensed instantly, turned around, and her eyes flashed with a chilling coldness. "Can you get lost? What are you doing here worrying about your mother?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she didn't see Lu Junhe's angry face.

The man even chuckled, "You keep calling me 'your mother'."

"You should spend less time with Zhao Yao in the future."

Qu Yun has a sense of powerlessness, like punching a pig on the head.

She hadn't recovered from the palpitations she'd just experienced; her heart was pounding.

Looking at the large hand on her wrist, Qu Yun's eyelashes trembled, as if that suffocating feeling would surge out again at any moment.

She yelled, "Lu Junhe, are you really sick? Did you have some kind of birth defect?"

"What gives you the right to act so nonchalant here?"

Are they going to train her like a dog?

When you're happy, you can tease them a little, but when you're unhappy, you can humiliate them or kick them away at will?

Lu Junhe's eyes were dark as he said in a low voice, "One thing at a time."

"Tell me first what's wrong with you."

Qu Yun was truly exasperated. She pulled her hand back with all her might, stared into the man's eyes, and said, word by word, "Fuck your mother."

"You and your mother will both go to the crematorium."

After she finished speaking, her breath caught in her throat again; she couldn't inhale or exhale.

Qu Yun's legs went weak, but luckily she managed to grab the wall next to her and didn't fall.

It's ridiculous, isn't it? She was the only survivor seven years ago, yet she still developed post-traumatic stress disorder, no matter how much medication she took or how many psychologists she saw.

It still couldn't be cured, and it left behind sequelae.

Qu Yun fixed her gaze, leaned against the wall, and slowly walked forward step by step.

She absolutely did not want Lu Junhe to discover any of her weaknesses.

After struggling to move a few steps, Qu Yun felt increasingly suffocated, her breathing becoming shallow and labored.

She felt weak all over.

With blurred vision, my gaze suddenly fell on the house number.

- 8889.

It was recently rented by Mo Xuxing.

Qu Yun felt like she had grabbed a lifeline after drowning. She knocked on the door, hoping someone was inside and would open it quickly.

She only needs to go in and hide for five minutes.

As long as Lu Junhe can't see it.

The door opened on the third knock.

Mo Xuxing, who had initially looked impatient, brightened up when he saw it was Qu Yun, but then frowned again: "What's wrong with you?"

Seeing that Qu Yun was about to fall, he immediately reached out to help her up.

Before his hand could even touch her, another dark figure rushed over.

Lu Junhe flung Mo Xuxing away, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.

Mo Xuxing crashed into the corridor wall, making a dull thud on his back.

He looked up and watched as the woman he wanted to touch fell into another man's arms, and a smile played on his lips.

But before he could even speak...

Lu Junhe carried Qu Yun into his room and kicked the door shut.

They locked him, the owner of the room, out.

Qu Yun disregarded everything else and rushed into the bathroom, turning on the shower and pouring water over her head.

Cold water streamed down her hair, soaking her clothes and quickly drenching her entire body.

Qu Yun originally wanted to suppress the discomfort in her body in this way, but she did not expect that her body would not be able to withstand it first and she would start to tremble uncontrollably.

He huddled in the cold water.

Lu Junhe followed in and saw this scene; his fingers unconsciously tightened.

The menacing ruthlessness in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a layer of obscurity.

When I came to my senses again, my eyes were a little wet.

Fortunately, it was stopped quickly.

The pattering sound of water gradually subsided.

Qu Yun emerged from a cloud of steam, her long hair soaked through, clinging wetly to her fair skin, as did her clothes, which were pressed firmly against her skin.

It perfectly outlines her curvaceous figure.

Lu Junhe paused almost imperceptibly, but quickly pressed down again without making a sound.

Seeing the man's slightly reddened eyes, Qu Yun sneered inwardly.

She deliberately walked up to Lu Junhe and stopped.

The glaring disgust in her eyes had faded, replaced by a languid and alluring charm.

Step by step, Qu Yun tiptoed closer, her slender arms hooking around the man's neck, her body pressed against him almost imperceptibly.

Her tone softened, becoming slightly coquettish, and she said with a raised lilt, "Lu Junhe, will you help me?"

A warm breath brushed past my ear.

The atmosphere in the room immediately became ambiguous and alluring.

Lu Junhe's Adam's apple bobbed, and he lowered his eyes, his deep gaze locking onto the woman in front of him. His voice was extremely hoarse, carrying the last trace of restraint.

"How do you want me to help?"

It seems that he has become her prisoner.

Yes, and I did it willingly.

Upon hearing this, Qu Yun's lips curved into a smile. She released her grip, and her cool fingertips slowly descended, tracing down Lu Junhe's firm chest.

It paused subtly somewhere.

After understanding the longing in a man's eyes.

A dazzling smile bloomed on Qu Yun's face, but her voice was cold: "Lu Junhe, your death would be the greatest help you can give me."

She really showed no mercy whatsoever.

I felt like I was being pressed against.

Qu Yun's eyes were filled with utter disgust: "You are truly disgusting."

They've already been criticized to this extent.

He can still do this.

The slight hoarseness in Lu Junhe's throat completely disappeared.

His face remained taut and hard.

Qu Yun's phone suddenly rang. She glanced at it, then walked to the window to answer it.

As if to prevent him from eavesdropping, she covered her lips with her hand.

Qu Yun asked in a low voice, "It's me. Have the DNA test results come back yet?"

The other side answered yes.

The answer he gave made Qu Yun's heart tremble.

Not far away, Lu Junhe gave a self-deprecating twitch of his lips.

Suddenly, a burning gaze was cast upon him.

There was something indescribable about that gaze.

She wanted to rush over and hug him.

Or, kill him.