Kyoto Night Kiss

Qu Yun was in the car, looking at the familiar silhouette outside the window, and her heart suddenly clenched.

Lu Junhe approached step by step, his aura cold and intimidating.

His eyes were unfathomably dark, and as he slowly swept them over, the two lackeys were immediately terrified and fled into the shadows.

Seeing this, Wang Bing knew that he was the only one he couldn't afford to offend. Even though he was unwilling to let the cooked duck fly away, he could only grit his teeth and run into the wasteland.

The street instantly fell silent.

Lu Junhe walked to the car and opened the door.

The soft sound of the car door opening and closing reached her ears, and Qu Yun, who was already restless, seemed to be greatly frightened. Her body trembled uncontrollably, and she subconsciously shrank even further inside.

Seeing her so frightened, Lu Junhe's outstretched hand froze, his eyes filled with heartache.

He dared not rashly attempt to understand the melody.

Qu Yun's eyes reddened, and her long-suppressed emotions finally broke down. She sat up slightly and pounded on the man's chest, crying out, "Why did you come...?"

"Lu Junhe... why is it you again...?"

She could tolerate it once or twice.

What should she do if her heart is stirred up again and again and she can't hold back anymore?

They didn't end up well...

Lu Junhe remained silent as Qu Yun vented her anger, but when he heard the obvious tremor in her last voice, he could no longer restrain himself and gently embraced Qu Yun.

He gently stroked her back, soothing her softly, "Don't be afraid."

"With me here, no one will dare to hurt you."

Qu Yun burst into tears, her hands trembling as she slowly climbed onto the man's back.

At this moment, Lu Junhe realized that even if what happened back then hadn't actually happened, it had still left a deep scar on Qu Yun's heart.

He actually said those things; he really is a complete bastard.

A ruthless glint flashed in Lu Junhe's eyes.

Qu Yun sniffed, smelling the familiar scent, and her sobs gradually subsided, but her heart was in turmoil.

She looked up and saw that the shoulders of Lu Junhe's coat were soaked with her tears.

"I'm sorry, I was rude..." Qu Yun immediately pushed away the hug, her voice hoarse and distant: "You can go now, everything's fine here."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man in front of him swayed, his gentle eyes suddenly furrowing into a frown. He braced himself against the car door frame with one hand and placed the other on his upper abdomen, his back unconsciously hunching over.

Qu Yun witnessed the entire scene. Seeing that Lu Junhe's pale face didn't seem to be acting, she anxiously asked, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Lu Junhe shook his head, his voice weak: "It's nothing, just an old ailment."

"I haven't eaten anything all day..."

Qu Yun was stunned for a moment.

Can you say you're okay if you don't eat for a day?

She helped Lu Junhe up and whispered, "There aren't many restaurants around here. My house isn't far from here. Come back with me first, and I'll make you something to eat."

"OK......"

Qu Yun unlocked the door with her key, settled Lu Junhe on the sofa in the living room, and then turned and went into the kitchen to prepare a bowl of noodles.

Everything that just happened is still vivid in my mind.

But why did Lu Junhe come back, and why hasn't he eaten anything all day?

Was the wedding... successfully completed after she left?

He is now a married man.

Qu Yun was lost in thought when a deep voice came from behind her: "The dough is burnt."

Sure enough, she smelled a burnt smell. Turning around, she saw Lu Junhe leaning lazily against the kitchen door frame.

Qu Yun told him to go back to his seat, poured out the burnt noodles, and cooked them again.

This time, she timed it perfectly and turned to get the eggs from the refrigerator, only to find that the man hadn't left. He was still in the same position, staring at her intently.

The warm yellow light from the kitchen fell on his distinct features, making them appear soft as if they were melting.

"Your stomach doesn't hurt anymore? If it doesn't hurt, let's go."

Lu Junhe slowly straightened up, his voice hoarse, "I just want to see you more."

"Such a scene always feels like a dream that is out of reach."

He was still kicked out of the kitchen by Qu Yun.

Qu Yun habitually added some chopped green onions to the bowl of noodles, but then she thought that Lu Junhe didn't seem to like them, so she picked them all out.

The man sat in the living room, his eyes lowered, slowly eating his noodles.

Qu Yun handed him a glass of warm water, quickly withdrawing her hand as if afraid of accidentally touching the back of his hand.

She said, "Thank you for saving me today."

"But how did you know I went back to my hometown?"

Lu Junhe put down his chopsticks, his expression serious: "You called me, then blocked me."

Thankfully, it wasn't discovered that she had gone abroad again.

He managed to get through the ten-plus-hour drive by speeding up.

Thinking back to the scene where he happened to bump into her on the road, he was actually still scared.

"What do you want to do with those three things?"

Qu Yun shook her head, not knowing.

She felt inexplicably tired, and the damaged car could only be dealt with by the insurance company the next day.

"If you can't drive and want to stay here for the night, you can sleep in my room upstairs. I just changed the sheets this afternoon," Qu Yun said casually, then lay down on the sofa, preparing to sleep there that night.

Lu Junhe went upstairs, but soon after, he needed to talk to her.

"I have no clothes to change into here."

"I don't know which way to turn the hot water in the bathroom."

"Is that little girl in the photo you? She's so cute."

Qu Yun climbed the stairs for the fourth time. The man pointed to the air conditioner on the wall and asked, "How do I turn this on? The humidity in the room is too high, and it's making it hard for me to sleep."

"Don't you have a cell phone? Can't you search online?" Qu Yun was so tired she was speechless.

As soon as she finished speaking, Lu Junhe put his phone into the vase on the table right in front of her.

The vase is still filled with water!

As the phone sank to the bottom of the screen, Qu Yun's eyes widened in shock. She cursed, "Crazy!"

After saying that, he didn't want to stay any longer and turned to walk out the door.

However, as soon as Qu Yun took a step, her wrist, which was hanging behind her, was grabbed, and she was spun around and locked firmly in a strong arm.

Lu Junhe's chest pressed against her back, his deep breath whispering in her ear, "I'm crazy."

"The wedding was never actually completed."

He pleaded, "So don't leave, and don't hide from me."

Qu Yun froze, rooted to the spot, forgetting even to struggle.

The night outside the window was quiet, and the sound of the wind could be heard.

Seeing that she remained motionless, Lu Junhe slowly turned her around and stared intently at her.

He lowered his voice, "Qu Yun, I broke my promise. From beginning to end, I never wanted to marry anyone else."

What I'm thinking is—

Just before he was about to say his next sentence, Qu Yun lowered her eyes, without screaming or struggling, but simply raised her hand and forcefully pried open his knuckles, one by one, which were wrapped around her arm.

Until they are completely free from their constraints.

She took a step back and said calmly, "Okay, I won't avoid you."

Lu Junhe was secretly delighted.

The air in the room was cold and oppressive.

Qu Yun forced a bitter smile: "So, will you only let me go if I marry someone else?"