Kyoto Night Kiss

Lu Junhe's Adam's apple bobbed repeatedly; he was also in pain, but he could only grit his teeth and explain in a hoarse voice, "There's no such thing..."

Qu Yun belatedly realized what that thing was.

The warm breath still lingered around her. She pursed her lips, and a sudden thought flashed through her mind. "But didn't you say you had a vasectomy?"

Her words made it sound like she was in a great hurry.

Like a ferocious tiger or wild beast that can't get any meat.

Qu Yun lowered her gaze and looked away; she was about to say, "Go to bed early."

Lu Junhe's eyes flickered slightly. He had only just realized what was happening. His voice was hoarse and tinged with a hint of mockery: "I never imagined that I would have this kind of benefit when I had the surgery."

As soon as he finished speaking, he leaned down and kissed him again.

This kiss was intense and forceful.

Qu Yun let out a soft moan and subconsciously took two steps back. Her calf hit the edge of the bed, causing her to lose her balance and fall onto the wooden bed with Lu Junhe.

The bed frame, unable to bear the weight, made a creaking sound that was particularly clear in the quiet night.

Qu Yun pushed the man off her and didn't dare to move at all.

This bed is the one she has slept in since she was a child; it is very old.

She asked, "Won't the bed collapse?"

Lu Junhe didn't care about any of that. He propped himself up slightly, their noses touching: "If it collapses, we'll just buy a new one."

He wanted to continue kissing her.

Qu Yun curled up, trying to hide behind her, but before she could move, Lu Junhe grabbed her waist and lifted her chin with one hand, forcing her to look directly at him.

"Where do you think you're going to hide?"

"Didn't you just tell me not to stop?"

Qu Yun blinked her big eyes twice, crossed her hands to cover her mouth, and answered somewhat indistinctly, "Really not okay."

"The bed is too noisy. What if it wakes my mom up?"

Old houses have very poor sound insulation!

She didn't want to be unable to hold her head up in the village in the future!

Qu Yun's expression was genuinely serious.

Seeing her like this, Lu Junhe finally suppressed the stubbornness in his eyes, sighed deeply, and kissed Qu Yun on the forehead before pulling away.

Qu Yun thought it was over and breathed a sigh of relief.

On the bedside table was her favorite doll from when she was a child, a long-legged rabbit with floral patterns and its eyes closed, with the word "LOVE" printed on its ears.

She reached out to take it.

Lu Junhe suddenly bit her ear and cuddled, saying, "You bought rock sugar strawberries for your son, I want some too."

Qu Yun was stunned for a moment, and really wanted to ask how this man knew.

She glanced sideways and saw a basket of fresh strawberries on a small table not far away. The strawberries were large and had been washed a second time, still glistening with water droplets.

"No...no rock sugar. Where would I find rock sugar so late at night?" she said sincerely.

Lu Junhe curled his lips into a smile, his gaze turning inscrutable: "Yes."

Before Qu Yun could react, she felt a chill somewhere.

She bit her lip tightly, gripping the rabbit ears even tighter.

At this crucial moment, Lu Junhe kindly reminded her, "You can't make any noise, or you'll wake your mother up."

In the darkness, his breathing grew heavier and heavier.

It finally came to an abrupt stop.

Qu Yun's eyes were glazed over. Before Lu Junhe carried her to the bathroom, she could only hear him say with a hint of satisfaction, "My rock candy strawberries can still be stretched into strands."

How annoying!

What is he comparing himself to a seven-year-old child, especially since that child is his own son?

Natural light streamed into the room through the windowpanes.

Qu Yun slowly woke up. Before opening her eyes, she stretched and leaned to the side, only to find nothing.

The seat next to me was already empty, with only the faint scent of last night remaining on the pillow.

Qu Yun opened her eyes and saw the rabbit doll that had been with her to sleep for more than ten years.

The creases on the rabbit's ears were still very obvious.

Suddenly remembering something, Qu Yun blushed and closed the rabbit's face.

She went to the bathroom, where a long strip of toothpaste had already been squeezed onto her toothbrush.

Downstairs, Aunt Qiuhong was making breakfast.

Qu Yun didn't see Lu Junhe's figure, but first saw her mother sitting under the eaves, wrapped in a thick cotton-padded coat, gazing into the distance.

After walking over quietly, Qu Yun called softly, "Mom."

Qu's mother did not move.

Qu Yun's heart tightened suddenly, and her fingertips stiffened slightly.

Has her mother... fallen ill again?

The next second, Mrs. Qu suddenly turned her head and asked gently, "My daughter is awake? Did she sleep well last night?"

Qu Yun's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, suddenly settled down. She smiled sincerely, her eyebrows curving upwards. "Okay, I slept very well."

When she looked in the mirror in the morning, she found that her complexion was rosy and she looked great.

I feel like there's never been a more comfortable moment in my life.

Mrs. Qu smiled and said, "Xiao Lu is outside."

As soon as Qu Yun stepped outside, she saw Lu Junhe playing with a small orange cat that had appeared out of nowhere by the wall outside the courtyard.

The cat was lying on its back on the wall.

Lu Junhe leaned down and lightly tapped with his fingertip. Perhaps he had annoyed the kitten, because the kitten raised its paw and kicked wildly in the air twice. Its pink paws pressed against his lips.

Lu Junhe didn't slap the cat away; a faint smile spread across his face as he indulged the orange cat's affectionate presence.

Qu Yun's gaze softened. Just as she was about to walk over, her neighbor's aunt called her back, saying that there were sweet potatoes roasting in the stove and she wanted her to come and get a few to take to her mother.

Qu Yun had no choice but to go to the old lady's house first.

The sweet potatoes needed to simmer for another five minutes, so she stood quietly to the side and listened to the aunt's family chatting.

The aunt's son, who works for the joint defense team, brought back gossip, saying, "Wang Bing didn't fall into the river by accident."

"I heard the forensic results from the bureau are in. There are obvious signs of external shoving on his body, indicating that he was deliberately murdered and pushed into the river!"

Qu Yun lifted her eyelids.

The woman sighed, "Who would push him? Does that mean there's a murderer in our village? That's terrifying, it gives me goosebumps..."

The aunt's son only told her not to talk about it, and then went to work.

Qu Yun was lost in her own thoughts and didn't notice that the aunt next to her called her name several times in a row.

She only snapped back to reality when a light tap touched her shoulder. "Is the sweet potato ready?"

The woman waved her hand, "We'll have to wait a little longer for the sweet potatoes."

Her expression suddenly turned serious, and she asked in a low voice, "Yunyun, the night before last, when I got up to use the bathroom, I saw your boyfriend standing alone by the river. Did he tell you what he saw?"

"Like the face of a murderer?"

Qu Yun opened her mouth, her face turning deathly pale.

Did Lu Junhe go to the riverbank on the night Wang Bing had the accident?

How could that be?

After she got drunk, he didn't just take her home; he stayed by her side the whole time, and even said she kicked him three times.

There are bruises on my waist...

The freshly baked sweet potatoes were so hot that Qu Yun accidentally touched one, and her hand immediately turned red.