Kyoto Night Kiss

A strand of hair that fell beside her ear was casually twirled around the man's finger behind her.

Qu Yun pursed her lips and said seriously, "Then don't lie to me."

She recounted how Tang Bingqing had come to see her at the hospital that day.

"Breaking off the engagement with the Tang family halfway through must have had a huge impact on you, right?" Qu Yun's eyelashes fluttered; she realized she had acted impulsively.

That was the reason she had always rejected this man and forced him to marry her.

Now that the wedding hasn't happened, she's fantasizing about getting back together.

But she was unwilling to let Lu Junhe go back and marry another woman.

Qu Yun's voice became muffled: "I'm sorry, I seem to have dragged you down again."

Lu Junhe suddenly tightened his grip on her arm, turning her around halfway.

He stared intently into her eyes and said softly, "Qu Yun, this isn't a burden, it's a salvation."

She may never guess what this man plans after the wedding.

Lu Junhe said, enunciating each word clearly, "I swear, I have never loved any woman other than you."

These words made Qu Yun's cheeks burn; she couldn't stand such mushy talk.

She fanned her face with her hand, then shoved the man in front of her with feigned ferocity, her tone slightly domineering: "Lu Junhe, you're just lying to me."

"Don't forget that on my first day back at work after returning to China, I booked a hotel room for you and Tang Bingqing."

Her heart was breaking at that time.

But it's also clear that after seven years apart, neither of us has an obligation to wait for the other.

Even she couldn't resist her physical needs; when using that thing, she couldn't help but call out the man's name.

Let alone him?

Even if he doesn't mean it, people around him will intentionally send him all sorts of women, one after another.

Thinking about this, Qu Yun subconsciously wanted to run away.

She had just taken a step back when Lu Junhe put one hand on her waist and pulled her towards him.

He frowned slightly, his gaze intense: "Tang Bingqing and I only have a mutually beneficial agreement."

"I didn't touch her, I didn't touch anyone else," Lu Junhe said, his eyes lowered. Seeing Qu Yun deliberately avoiding his gaze, he knew she still didn't believe him.

He spoke again: "If I'm lying, may my genitals rot."

Qu Yun hurriedly tiptoed and frantically covered the man's mouth.

Her face turned bright red: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Fortunately, there were no elders here.

Lu Junhe chuckled softly, his lips brushing against Qu Yun's palm that was covering his lips, and then he lowered his head and kissed the back of her hand.

When he touched something cold, his brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

It's probably because the strawberries were washed in cold water that they became so cold.

Lu Junhe turned around and walked to the edge of the pool.

He took off his suit jacket, flicked his wrist, and the jacket spun around and landed steadily on his shoulder.

Just as they were about to start washing the strawberries, Qu Yun clapped quietly beside them, "So handsome, so handsome."

Lu Junhe caught a glimpse of her like this out of the corner of his eye, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and then he casually flicked his coat over his shoulder twice more.

"Wow, this looks even cooler!"

Qu Yun suppressed a smile as she praised him, just like when she first met this man in the hotel, and he deliberately struck a pose all afternoon.

Lu Junhe got hooked on twirling his jacket, just like a model taking a photoshoot.

Qu Yun also praised the performance, constantly saying how handsome he was.

Outside the kitchen, Aunt Qiuhong walked over at some point, and she strongly suspected that the young couple had epilepsy.

Especially this little He, his arm must have cramped up from all that shaking, right?

Aunt Qiuhong felt this wouldn't do, so she put down the two white radishes she had just picked, went over and grabbed Lu Junhe. She said, "Come on, let me put some plaster on you. I specially asked someone to buy it from a famous doctor's clinic in the city. It's very effective and can treat all kinds of aches and pains."

Lu Junhe was stunned for a moment. As he was being pulled away, he turned around and silently mouthed "Save me" to Qu Yun.

Qu Yun stood there, almost laughing herself silly.

She laughed so hard that she had a great appetite that night and drank two bowls of ginger and old duck soup.

Grandma Wu gave a lot of strawberries, and Qu's mother told Lu Junhe to take them upstairs to eat.

Qu Yun lingered downstairs, tugging at her mother's arm and pleading, "Mommy, let's sleep together tonight, okay?"

"Mom, I absolutely love the smell of you."

Mrs. Qu smiled helplessly and replied, "I smell like an old person, what's so pleasant about me?"

She guessed her daughter's worries, gently patted the back of her hand, and comforted her, "Don't worry, Mom will come upstairs to wake you up tomorrow."

"Hurry up and go upstairs, Xiao Lu is still waiting for you."

Qu Yun reluctantly returned to her bedroom.

There was a new, clean quilt on the bed, and the quilt she slept in the night before was laid out on the floor.

Lu Junhe put down his pillow and looked over: "I'm still sleeping on the floor, right?"

Qu Yun was speechless. She had no recollection of ever telling this man not to touch her or making him sleep on the floor.

Is it really necessary to be so pretentious?

"I'm faking it?" Lu Junhe laughed angrily. To prove that Qu Yun really kicked him three times last night, he lifted his shirt to reveal his waist and abdomen.

On the clean lines of her waist, there was indeed a faint bluish mark, its color dark.

Qu Yun glanced at it and said with certainty, "New bruises are darker in color. Yours has faded a long time ago, so it must have been from a fall somewhere a long time ago."

Don't even think about wronging someone who has such good drinking manners!

Furthermore, she can also prove it.

Qu Yun lifted her clothes as well. She had accidentally bumped into the champagne tower at the wedding that day, leaving a mark on her waist. "Lu Junhe, look here."

"Is it exactly the same as the one you have?"

After teasing for a while, the exposed skin on my stomach felt cool.

The man in front of her remained silent, so Qu Yun frowned and looked over.

Lu Junhe's gaze was firmly drawn to the faint scar on her lower abdomen. The slight nonchalance that had been in his eyes just now had completely faded away, leaving only composure.

Qu Yun felt a little embarrassed and wanted to put her hand down.

Unexpectedly, Lu Junhe slowly walked forward, his fingertips carrying a slightly cool temperature, and carefully stroked her horizontal cut. His movements were very gentle, as if he was afraid of hurting her.

"Does it still hurt?" he asked in a low, hoarse voice.

Qu Yun gently shook her head.

Her scar has always been pinkish-brown because she is prone to keloid scarring, and she also went abroad shortly after the surgery and didn't take good care of it.

I doubt I'll ever be able to let it go.

However, it really doesn't hurt anymore.

Lu Junhe paused, then leaned down and, before Qu Yun could react, placed his lips on hers, leaving a very light kiss.

In the quiet room, he remained silent for a moment, then said regretfully, "I'm sorry."

Qu Yun's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the tips of her ears turned red.

She lowered her eyes, her gaze misty with tears. As if acting unconsciously, she raised her hand, her fingertips gently hooking the skin of the man's neck, pulling him closer to her.

This small gesture, like a spark, instantly ignited everything around it.

Lu Junhe straightened up, his gaze meeting hers, their breaths mingling.

He kissed me, slowly, prying open my lips and teeth.

The temperature in the room rose steadily.

Qu Yun closed her eyes emotionally, and just as her hand instinctively hooked around Lu Junhe's neck, he suddenly stopped.

All movement came to an abrupt halt.

The man's chest heaved violently before her, his hot breath spraying onto her lips.

Qu Yun looked confused and asked in a soft voice, "Why do we have to stop?"

She's feeling really bad right now.