Kyoto Night Kiss

With a sports car blocking the way, the heavy truck behind couldn't crash into it. It probably sensed something was wrong and quietly turned right at the intersection and disappeared.

Although she didn't want to admit it, Qu Yun felt much more at ease and at ease.

The driver in the front seat was also muttering "Thank God" to himself.

Suddenly, danger looms ahead!

A much larger and more imposing heavy-duty construction dump truck ruthlessly smashed through rows of traffic cones and charged straight toward the car.

They came on strong, leaving no room for retreat whatsoever.

Even the driver knew he was really going to die this time, and instinctively closed his eyes tightly.

At the critical moment, Lu Junhe's eyes turned cold. He slammed on the accelerator, then steadily turned the steering wheel, overtaking Qu Yun's sedan and crashing head-on into the dump truck.

A deafening crash resounded as the impact of the collision sent dust billowing into the air, and thick smoke rose straight up.

Qu Yun's vision blurred, she couldn't see anything clearly, and her whole body trembled uncontrollably.

Lu Junhe... Lu Junhe drove his car into it.

That was such a loud noise, what if something happened to him...?

Thinking of this, Qu Yun hurriedly pushed open the car door, stumbled out of the car, and, ignoring her weak legs, ran forward without regard for anything else.

cannot......

Lu Junhe absolutely cannot be harmed!

The surrounding white smoke choked Qu Yun, causing her to cough incessantly and her eyes to water. She covered her mouth and nose, but continued to approach step by step.

But after seeing the scene before him clearly, his steps suddenly faltered.

The front of the expensive supercar was severely dented, the hood was completely flipped up, the driver's seat was twisted and deformed, and debris was scattered everywhere.

Qu Yun's fingertips trembled uncontrollably.

Did something happen to the people inside...?

Suddenly, two muffled thuds broke the tense silence.

The passenger door, which had been deformed from the impact, was kicked twice more.

The door panel crashed to the ground, and the tall, upright man struggled to crawl out, using the force of the fall to slowly stand up.

His eyes looked over, a glance that seemed to span a thousand years.

Having just experienced such a terrible thing, Lu Junhe's face showed no fear, but rather a hint of pride. He glanced back at the shockingly damaged vehicle and a smile appeared on his lips.

It seems to imply that the more expensive car was definitely worth the money.

Seeing this scene, Qu Yun felt a wave of nausea and vomiting. She could no longer hold it in and ran to the open space next to her to vomit.

It seems that I need to vent all the fear inside my body to feel better.

The driver was also terrified and never dared to drive again.

He would never encounter such a thing in ten lifetimes, yet two such things happened today.

After a while, Qu Yun took the lead in comforting him, telling him to take a taxi home to rest and also giving him compensation.

She turned around and saw Lu Junhe appear behind her without her noticing.

His cold and sharp aura from the collision had vanished, and his eyes were filled with heartache.

Qu Yun called the police, but she didn't have much time to wait; she still had to hurry to the home of the old craftsman who made the glass flowers.

Lu Junhe picked up the car keys that the driver had left behind.

He said he would deliver it.

He said, "After all, it's my wedding."

Qu Yun sat in the passenger seat and rested her slightly dizzy head against the cool car window.

The car radio was very quiet, accompanied by crackling static: "The city will experience severe convective weather tonight, with widespread torrential rain, accompanied by sudden gusts of wind, slippery roads, and obstructed visibility..."

Lu Junhe steadied the steering wheel and saw Qu Yun's tightly closed eyes.

He lowered his voice and asked, "Want to listen to some music?"

Qu Yun answered quickly: "No."

But he still reached out and changed the radio. Qu Yun felt like she had been holding back her anger, and finally had a chance to vent it. She slapped the man's hand, not letting him change it.

Lu Junhe reached out again, and she hit him again.

Her voice, which had suddenly risen in pitch, was trembling with tears: "I said no!"

Hearing her shout that, Lu Junhe felt a little relieved.

He moved his aching shoulders, his expression unchanged, and said, "Don't be afraid anymore."

"I'm fine."

As evening approached, the car finally arrived at the village entrance.

The path leading into the village ahead is narrow and rugged, with piles of gravel and earthen slopes. It's likely that if a car drives in, its tires will get stuck on the curb if it's not careful.

Qu Yun didn't hesitate and got out of the car to walk.

Lu Junhe followed silently behind her, half a step slower.

About ten minutes later, Qu Yun slightly hunched over, her center of gravity unconsciously shifting to the inside of her feet, making her look unsteady.

It was her high heels that started to "work" again.

Upon hearing Qu Yun let out a soft hiss, Lu Junhe frowned, stopped her, and spoke with great displeasure.

"What? Are you going to say I don't learn my lesson again?" Qu Yun retorted angrily before she could finish, her ankles trembling. She said, "I wore these high heels straight out of the hotel!"

"I was in such a rush, I even forgot to change my shoes, all so that your wedding could go on as planned!"

"You really know how to marry. That woman surnamed Tang is even harder to please than the Empress Dowager. Lu Junhe, you won't have a good life from now on."

As she grew angrier and angrier, eventually even cursing him by name, Lu Junhe immediately surrendered, saying helplessly, "Alright, alright, I didn't say anything."

He took off his coat and laid it on the ground.

Qu Yun frowned suspiciously, wondering what the man in front of her was going to do.

Lu Junhe half-squatted down, grabbed her slender ankle, took off her high heels, and gently brushed the dust off the back of her feet before carefully placing her feet on the coat.

Qu Yun stood there barefoot, her two big toes twitching awkwardly.

Just then, two elderly women who had just finished working in the fields passed by carrying hoes and overshoes. Seeing this scene, they couldn't help but jokingly say, "Young man, you really know how to take care of your wife! Hurry up and carry her on your back!"

"Oh dear, you're making jokes about people you don't even know. Be careful not to scare them. Young people these days are so shy."

"What's the big deal? Master Pan used to love carrying his wife around the village on his back. I still remember how much he doted on his wife..."

The melody captured that cry of "Master Pan".

The master she's looking for seems to also have the surname Pan.

Is it really that much of a coincidence?

The two elderly women gradually walked away.

Just as Qu Yun was about to catch up, Lu Junhe actually bent his knees and squatted steadily in front of her, his broad back facing her, and his muscles were smooth and powerful under his tightly wrapped shirt.

He turned his head, a hint of a smile in his eyes, and said lazily, "Come on up, wife."