Kyoto Night Kiss

Qu Yun instinctively covered the phone's receiver and mumbled, "No need, thank you."

She hung up the phone before looking up and replying, "Nobody...just a guy trying to sell me something."

Lu Junhe did not investigate further.

He opened his palm, revealing two plump winter dates in his hand. "Want to try some?"

"Could this be from the jujube tree in my backyard?" Qu Yun asked curiously, then picked out a large one and put it in her mouth.

As soon as she bit into it, the sourness shot straight to the top of her head, and her eyes narrowed into slits in pain.

Seeing this, Lu Junhe quickly reached out and put his hand to her mouth, whispering, "Go ahead and throw up."

Qu Yun was stunned. Looking at the palm in front of her, she swallowed the sour date in her mouth.

She pressed her lips tightly together.

"What about the nuclear reactor?" Lu Junhe asked, a hint of worry in his eyes.

He probably thought she had swallowed the kernel as well, and tried to pry her mouth open.

Qu Yun quickly dodged away and spat the pit into a tissue to wrap it up.

Her phone vibrated again, and the three characters "Cheng Tongzhou" were clearly visible on the screen.

Lu Junhe glanced at it unintentionally, and the smile on his face disappeared. "President Qu is quite busy with business."

"Mr. Lu could have been busy even if he hadn't thrown his phone into the water."

Qu Yun retorted and slipped aside to take the reply.

Cheng Tongzhou was simply asking her if she was almost there.

Qu Yun shook her head. "I didn't go back... I want to stay a few more days. After all, it's rare for me to come back, and I want to spend more time with my mom."

Cheng Tongzhou expressed his understanding, and seeing Qu Yun's heavy dark circles on the screen, he felt a little sorry for her. "You need to get some rest."

Not far away, Lu Junhe watched without moving.

He put another date in his hand into his mouth.

It is indeed very sour.

It's not that sour.

When Qu Yun hung up the video call and came over, Lu Junhe said in a low voice, "I'm going back."

He had barely finished speaking when Qu Yun stretched out her arm to stop him: "No!"

Lu Junhe narrowed his eyes, his long, narrow pupils gleaming, and asked again with a playful tone, "No way?"

I didn't expect Qu Yun to react so strongly and stop him.

"Well, no, if you leave so fast, my mom and Aunt Qiuhong will think they didn't treat me well and they'll be upset..." Qu Yun casually made up an excuse.

The man in front of her suddenly took a step closer, casting a shadow on her face.

A playful glint appeared at the corner of his eye: "Then I'll stay?"

Qu Yun pushed him away and said curtly, "Whatever."

She walked into the house, her hands and feet moving in unison.

Lunch was plentiful. In the two days that Qu Yun and Lu Junhe came one after the other, chickens, geese, and fish died in the enclosure, and the ducks were trembling with fear.

At the dinner table, Qu's mother threw a tantrum, demanding that Lu Junhe feed her.

Lu Junhe then picked up the small bowl, carefully blew on the porridge in the spoon to cool it down, and slowly brought it to the old man's lips.

Qu's mother obediently opened her mouth and swallowed, smiling like a little flower, and affectionately called him, "Brother."

Aunt Qiuhong, sitting to the side, chuckled and teased, "Xiao He, you really know how to manage a household! Why don't you just stay?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Junhe paused in his porridge-scooping motion. He looked up at Qu Yun sitting opposite him, a hint of resentment in his eyes. "My opinion doesn't count; the person in charge has to nod in agreement."

Suddenly being stared at, Qu Yun accidentally choked.

Aunt Qiuhong poured her a glass of water and joked, "There's another baby here who needs to be fed too."

The sun was strong at noon, and there was hardly any wind.

Aunt Qiuhong stood on the edge of the field, preparing to go down into the field to turn the soil and sow some newly bought spinach seeds.

She rubbed her lower back.

Lu Junhe walked over and took the hoe.

Considering that he had been pampered since childhood and had never done this kind of farm work before, Aunt Qiuhong did not want to force him, but Lu Junhe insisted.

He walked into the field, gripped the hoe, and steadily placed it in the soil. With a dig and a scoop, he cleanly and efficiently turned the hardened soil into loose and fine pieces.

"There really needs to be a man in this house," Aunt Qiuhong nodded in satisfaction, and planned to go inside to call Qu Yun to water the plants.

Lu Junhe immediately swung even harder.

Qu Yun was washing dishes in the kitchen when Aunt Qiu Hong came over, beaming with delight.

"What's wrong with you?" Qu Yun asked with a laugh.

"A man you'd have to search high and low for would just walk right into your door, isn't that amazing? Hurry up and get married next year, you're almost thirty, hurry up and have a couple or three kids."

Qu Yun didn't respond to that, and continued rinsing the plates underwater.

Seeing her like this, Aunt Qiuhong felt a little uneasy, and she tentatively asked, "Is it because he has problems in that area?"

Qu Yun nearly dropped the plate she was holding. "What nonsense are you talking about!"

She probably didn't even notice that her ears had turned red.

Aunt Qiuhong didn't take it seriously and even offered to share some "secret tips".

Qu Yun quickly dropped the plate in her hand, not wanting to stay in the kitchen for even a second longer.

"Alright, alright, I won't tease you anymore." Aunt Qiuhong sighed. "Take that watering can on the ground, fill it with water, and go water Xiao He's seeds."

She added, "I almost forgot to tell you, it seems like Xiao Song's family on the west side is having an alumni reunion today. He knows you're back, so he asked me to ask you if you want to go out tonight."

Qu Yun only said she would consider it.

To be honest, she didn't really believe that Lu Junhe would actually farm.

The sunlight was dazzling, and as Qu Yun approached, her gaze unconsciously fell on the man in the field.

He swung the hoe down repeatedly, casually tossing his coat onto a bamboo pole, revealing the white vest she had found for him to wear the day before.

The vest was narrow, outlining the man's smooth shoulder line, and when he exerted force back and forth, the outline of his forearm muscles was strong and powerful.

Qu Yun was almost stunned; the watering can in her hand felt lighter and lighter.

Lu Junhe could hardly ignore the intense gaze fixed on him.

He turned around and saw that Qu Yun was watering only one spot with the watering can she was carrying, and the shallow depression was about to overflow.

She doesn't respond when I call her name.

Lu Junhe had no choice but to walk over, straighten the watering can, and say with a smirk, "Baby, I'm about to drown."

"Huh?" Qu Yun blinked in confusion.

The man pointed to the ground at her feet and explained, "I said, you're going to drown all the seeds I planted."

Qu Yun quickly scurried to the side.

She couldn't help but swallow as she watched Lu Junhe continue tilling the land.

When they were in school, girls loved to get together and talk about their ideal type for the future.

Qu Yun said back then that she disliked people who were particularly fair-skinned and refined.

They're not as energetic as the kind of men who work in the fields and wear a white vest under the sun.

She never imagined that Lu Junhe would one day overlap with her ideal type.

The sun was getting hotter and hotter, and Qu Yun touched her cheeks, which felt as hot as if she had a fever.

Lu Junhe broke the last clod of earth, straightened up, wiped the thin layer of sweat from his forehead, and turned to say, "Qu Yun, give me the water bottle, go and rest."

Qu Yun's mind was still lingering on conversations with classmates about their ideal types back in school. Before she could pull herself back to reality, she blurted out, "So handsome, my ideal type..."

As soon as she finished speaking, she came to her senses and froze on the spot.

Lu Junhe seemed not to have heard him clearly, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "Say it again?"

Qu Yun absolutely refused to say anything more, walked over, and handed over the watering can she was holding.

She'd better go back inside quickly.

However, as soon as he reached out, his wrist was suddenly grabbed.

A warm sensation surged up her skin, and Qu Yun let out a soft moan unexpectedly.

It doesn't hurt at all.

Lu Junhe looked up at her, his gaze so alluring that it made Qu Yun feel weak all over. He deliberately caressed the delicate skin on her wrist with his fingertips. "So afraid of me? You panic like this at the slightest touch."

After saying that, Lu Junhe exerted a little force and pulled Qu Yun closer to him. Before she could react, he leaned down and pressed his ear against her chest.

The sound of my heartbeat came through the fabric of my clothes, one beat after another, clear and distinct.

Hearing the increasingly fast-paced rhythm, Lu Junhe curled his lips into a smile, looked up at Qu Yun from this angle, and whispered, "Baby, you're so energetic."

—It's blatant seduction.