Kyoto Night Kiss

Qu Yun's eyelashes trembled slightly.

Lu Junhe reached out and touched the damp hair by her ear, but she didn't move.

Seeing that she remained silent, Lu Junhe softened his tone again and lowered his voice to the lowest level: "If you like your hometown, we'll stay and live here."

"Or how about you choose a quieter country, take your mother, and our children, and move there together?"

Qu Yun remained silent, her back taut and stiff.

She lowered her eyes to look at Lu Junhe and saw the sincerity on his face, which made her feel uncomfortable.

He probably sensed her slight hesitation.

Lu Junhe continued, "You can also bring Aunt Qiuhong, Cheng Chong, and everyone you care about... just bring me too."

"Qu Yun, please, interfere in my life."

A prolonged silence is like a boulder, pressing heavily on the air.

Lu Junhe's throat tightened, and he became increasingly uneasy.

He buried his face in Qu Yun's shoulder, inhaling the faint scent of shampoo in her hair, and pleaded, "Don't just stay silent like this, okay?"

He would try to solve any problems that arose.

He was simply afraid of Qu Yun's silence.

It's as if they might leave at any moment.

Suddenly, Lu Junhe smelled a bloody odor.

His heart skipped a beat. He looked up and saw Qu Yun's hand resting on the washbasin.

The eyebrow razor blade that had just been used to shave his beard was now tightly gripped in her palm. The sharp edge cut into his flesh, and beads of bright red blood were slowly seeping out between her fingers.

She remained unmoved, as if she felt no pain at all.

Lu Junhe looked up, his eyes stinging and watering from the light shining from the ceiling.

He stopped mentioning anything about getting back together, silently pried open Qu Yun's tense fingers, took the razor blade, and placed it aside.

I applied medicine to her and dried her hair.

Qu Yun remained silent. As the steam on the mirror gradually dissipated, she noticed something flickering in Lu Junhe's eyes.

Aunt Qiu Hong finished mopping the floor and, wondering why the two of them hadn't come downstairs yet, called out towards the stairwell, "Are you two still going to Xiao Song's house?"

"If I don't go, I'll have to wash more rice!"

Qu Yun snapped out of her thoughts, went to the closet to get some clothes, and said, "Let's go."

Just consider it a way to change your mood.

After graduating, Song worked in Beijing for several years. Through his family's introduction, he married his current wife. After his wife became pregnant, he quit his job and returned to his hometown to develop his career.

Although everything in his hometown is far inferior to that of Beijing, and he still has to drive for more than an hour to work in the county every day, he is inexplicably happy.

I've also decided that my daughter will study here from now on.

"To be honest, we all received our education here, and there's nothing wrong with that, is there?" Senior Song asked with a smile to the friends who came to his house for dinner today.

Someone replied, "Your daughter is only a few months old. Isn't it a bit too early to talk about starting school?"

"But I'd much rather stay in my hometown with my kids while they go to school. In the summer we catch frogs, and in the winter we roast sweet potatoes. Isn't that more fun than playing on my phone in the big city?"

Qu Yun remained silent, staring curiously at the tiny baby being held by her mother. The baby was so small, with its eyelashes drooping slightly, and it would occasionally smack its lips. Its appearance was so tender that it melted Qu Yun's heart.

It's embarrassing to admit, but she has two children and has given birth to them herself.

But I've never seen a baby look this close before.

Small and exquisite, it looks soft and cute the more you look at it.

"Why are all men like this? Once they get married and have children, they become incredibly talkative, even more so than I am," the senior's wife frowned.

She noticed the intensity in Qu Yun's gaze and asked, "Want me to give you a hug? I need to make some milk anyway."

Before Qu Yun could even refuse, the little dumpling was stuffed into her hand.

She hurriedly hugged it tightly, feeling a small, light bundle in her arms, its soft limbs seeming as if she would hurt it if she exerted any force.

She was extremely nervous and didn't even dare to breathe too heavily.

Perhaps because of the unfamiliar embrace, the baby whimpered uncomfortably and looked like he was about to pout and cry.

Qu Yun glanced helplessly at the woman who had walked away to make milk.

Just as the child was about to open his mouth and cry, Lu Junhe naturally and steadily took the baby from her arms, supporting him perfectly with his arm, and gently rubbed the baby's face with his fingertips.

The baby, who had been whimpering in distress, immediately nestled quietly against his shoulder and blinked its round eyes twice.

Qu Yun looked at the man in front of her with admiration.

Little did Lu Junhe know, there was a hint of heartache in his lowered gaze.

He freed one hand, gently hooked her fingertips, and whispered, "Want to hug me again? I'll hold your hand too."

Qu Yun nodded and subconsciously moved closer to him.

Lu Junhe then turned to the side, supporting her with half of his arm, and whispered in her ear, "Relax, just support her back gently, it won't hurt her."

After gradually getting used to it, Qu Yun dared to gently touch the baby's face with her fingertips. Unexpectedly, the little dumpling rubbed against her palm obediently.

A smile instantly bloomed in her eyes, and her features softened.

Beside him, Lu Junhe quietly leaned against the table, looking at Qu Yun's gentle profile, and the corners of his lips unconsciously curled up.

"I can't talk to you guys anymore, my daughter is about to be kidnapped!" Senior Song noticed and quickly came over, jokingly saying.

He noticed that, between Qu Yun and Lu Junhe, Lu Junhe was actually better at holding the child.

He immediately said, "If you like it so much, you two should have one too!"

Sensing something was amiss, Senior Song changed his mind: "Wait... I remember you've already had one child, how about a second one?"

"The more children you have, the more lively your home will be, and the better your relationship with your spouse will be."

As soon as Senior Song finished speaking, Qu Yun subconsciously opened her mouth, about to politely decline.

Unexpectedly, Lu Junhe straightened up, lifted his eyelids, and refused first: "No."

As soon as he uttered those two words, the atmosphere in the living room, which had been filled with laughter and conversation, froze instantly, and a chill inexplicably spread through it.

Qu Yun tightened her arms around the baby slightly, glanced at the man not far away, and felt a strange sensation creeping into her heart.

I can't quite describe the feeling—it's a sense of loss or something else entirely.

Fortunately, the senior's wife came over after making the milk. She glared at her husband and said, "You really don't know how to talk when you're not in the same boat. You're a man, you don't have to go through ten months of pregnancy, morning sickness, or suffering on the operating table. You just casually tell people to have a second child."

"Only your junior's husband is good. He knows how to cherish his wife and can't bear to let her suffer again."

Senior Song immediately begged for forgiveness, saying he knew he was wrong.

Everyone burst into laughter upon seeing this.

Qu Yun returned the baby to its owner.

She glanced up and caught a fleeting glimpse of something unusual in Lu Junhe's eyes.

Is it really because you feel sorry for them?

Forget it, there's nothing to worry about. She never intended to have another child in this lifetime anyway.

Even more so, he was born to Lu Junhe.