Kyoto Night Kiss

Qu Yun's cheeks burned hot, turning red all the way to her ears. In a panic, she raised her hand and pushed the man in front of her.

Lu Junhe was standing on the edge of the field, the soil beneath his feet was wet and soft. Caught off guard by the push, he staggered backward.

Seeing this, Qu Yun instinctively reached out to grab the man's arm. The moment her fingertips touched it, the momentum pulled them both down into the field.

Qu Yun pressed herself firmly against Lu Junhe's chest. With him cushioning her like that, she didn't feel any pain from the bumps or knocks. Instead, she could clearly feel a warm sensation.

Their breaths mingled together.

The moment their eyes met, Qu Yun hurriedly tried to get up, not knowing where she had accidentally bumped into. Lu Junhe let out a muffled groan.

Qu Yun turned her flushed face away, haphazardly straightened her clothes, and complained, "It's all your fault. You were the one who started spouting nonsense."

Lu Junhe stood up by himself, feeling a sticky, cool sensation on the back of his neck and back, probably covered in dirt.

He looked down, his trouser legs soaked in the muddy water of the field, and frowned slightly in discomfort.

Qu Yun knew he had a cleanliness obsession, and when she was about to say that he had volunteered to cultivate the land, the man in front of her immediately became aggrieved.

He said, "I think I'll pack up and go home."

"A person who is not loved is wrong no matter what they do."

Qu Yun scratched her head, somewhat confused.

But when she saw that Lu Junhe was really about to leave, she quickly stopped him: "No!"

The man cast a scrutinizing gaze upon her, with a hint of coercion.

Qu Yun explained, "Tonight... I have an alumni gathering tonight, will you come with me?"

Her tone grew increasingly fierce as she spoke: "Otherwise, I'll definitely be laughed at by everyone."

Lu Junhe crossed his arms, his eyes fixed on Qu Yun. He said lazily with a teasing tone, "Fine, then beg me."

Without the slightest hesitation, Qu Yun said, "I beg you."

This swift and decisive move caught Lu Junhe completely off guard.

He moved closer, his head completely blocking the glaring sunlight from Qu Yun's head, his breath gently brushing against her forehead. "Is this how you ask for favors?"

Qu Yun nodded, then turned her head away.

That's all she ever says.

Do I have to kneel down and kowtow three times?

He even said... that he had already discovered her attempt to keep him was ulterior motive?

Suddenly, Lu Junhe raised his hand and lightly flicked her forehead.

Qu Yun winced in pain and immediately glared at the man in front of her.

She shouted angrily, "What are you doing? This is exactly how I'm asking for it!"

"If you don't want to, then forget it."

Lu Junhe crouched down slightly, bringing his eyes level with hers.

He said helplessly, "Then let me beg you."

"Give me a formal title, then take me to your alumni association."

Both of them returned home covered in mud. Aunt Qiuhong looked at the messy floor and wished she could give them both a good whack on the head. She picked up the mop behind the door.

Qu Yun had just entered the first-floor bathroom to take a shower when she was kicked out.

Aunt Qiuhong bluntly said, "Go upstairs to your room to wash. I need to wash the mop downstairs. I called you two to farm, and you just started playing around, huh!"

"They're all over sixty years old combined, and they're still so childish."

Qu Yun stuck out her tongue and could only carry the towel upstairs.

She waited until Lu Junhe finished showering before entering the bathroom.

After washing and drying herself, she put on only a loose top, the hem of which barely covered her thighs, and her long, black hair was still dripping wet.

Qu Yun stood in front of the sink, wiping the steam-covered mirror with her hand. Just as she was about to bend down to get the hairdryer from the drawer, the bathroom door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

Lu Junhe walked straight in.

Qu Yun was startled and sat bolt upright, clutching her chest. Remembering she wasn't wearing pants, she quickly covered her lower body as well. Her cheeks flushed red, and she glared angrily at the man in front of her: "What are you doing here!"

Lu Junhe replied calmly, "Going to the toilet."

Qu Yun was at a loss for words to comment on this sense of entitlement.

When they were still together, they would sometimes oversleep in the morning. She would rush to school for her 8 a.m. class, while Lu Junhe would be late for his meeting if he was even a minute late.

Even so, they still share the bathroom in the master bedroom.

She was washing her face standing up when Lu Junhe went to the toilet next to her.

Or, when she's dozing off on the toilet, Lu Junhe squeezes toothpaste into her mouth and brushes her teeth for her.

But the past is the past!

Qu Yun felt a surge of anger and embarrassment. She took a step back, letting the man have access to the bathroom first. "Remember to knock next time you come in!"

The wall outside the bathroom was cool.

Qu Yun leaned against it, and could faintly hear the sound of water.

After waiting a few minutes, she prepared to go in and get the hairdryer.

Lu Junhe, head down as if searching for something, asked, "Do you have a razor?"

He hadn't shaved for two days, and some stubble had appeared on his chin.

"How could I possibly have a razor here?"

As soon as Qu Yun finished speaking, she remembered that she had eyebrow trimming razors. After searching in the plastic shelf next to the mirror, she found a new, unused razor.

She handed it to Lu Junhe: "Just use this for now."

Lu Junhe frowned as he took the razor blade. He practiced his movements in front of the mirror for a long time, his actions clumsy and awkward, and he ended up making a bloody cut.

Qu Yun couldn't bear to watch any longer and put down the hairdryer she was holding.

She took the razor blade back from the man's hand, lifted his chin with one hand, and then stood on tiptoe, gently shaving along his stubble.

But after a short while, my calves started to ache and feel weak, and my body couldn't help but sway slightly.

Lu Junhe's gaze softened.

Seeing that Qu Yun was having difficulty standing, he reached out and put his arm around her waist, placing her on the sink counter. His voice was a little hoarse as he said, "Trouble."

Qu Yun felt a chill beneath her thigh and involuntarily shifted her position.

She chided, "You didn't even bother to put something under me."

He used to take off his shirt and put it under her bottom when they were in the bathroom.

These words were, of course, somewhat excessive.

Qu Yun realized she had said the wrong thing and regretted it by biting her tongue.

She handed the razor blade back to Lu Junhe. "Forget it, you can shave it yourself. There's no major artery on your chin, it won't kill you!"

Just as she was about to jump off the sink.

The man leaned closer, resting his chin gently on her shoulder, and whispered, "No."

"Qu Yun, I can't live without you."

Qu Yun almost misunderstood these words.

It's just shaving, he's exaggerating.

She whispered, "Then I'll take you to see the barber in our village. He's an expert shaving man; all the old men in the village get their beards shaved by him."

These words made Lu Junhe chuckle quietly.

Qu Yun felt an itch behind her ear, and unconsciously tensed up.

She still wanted to leave, but Lu Junhe's hand wrapped around her waist, tightening his grip little by little.

He straightened up, looked at her, and said earnestly, "You know that's not what I meant."

"I don't know," Qu Yun said, turning her head away.

But it was too late.

Lu Junhe gently brushed her cheek with the rough tip of his stubble, saying each word slowly and deliberately, "Let's get back together, okay?"