Kyoto kisses her

Chapter 116: Run away after flirting
Su Ruoyun patted her head lightly with her palm, took a deep breath and slowly exhaled before slowly straightening up from the door panel.

She absentmindedly shuffled through her slippers, making a "rustling" sound.

As she passed through the living room, she was focused on getting back to her bedroom to rest. Not paying attention to her footing, she tripped over the beanbag sofa and instantly lost her balance.

Before she could catch herself, she lost control and fell straight down onto the beanbag sofa, letting out a soft "Ouch!"

Three seconds later, Su Ruoyun was like a stranded fish, slumped on the beanbag sofa, motionless, her gaze unfocused, fixed on the ceiling above her head.

The 'panda' standing nearby thought 'Mom' was pretending to be a zombie. It walked over with light steps and skillfully rubbed its head against Su Ruoyun's bony ankle.

The kitten's affectionate touch brought Su Ruoyun back to her senses. She braced herself on the carpet with both hands and struggled to stand up shakily. After she regained her balance, she gently stroked the kitten's head and then went into the bedroom.

……

There are still a few days until the summer solstice.

Su Ruoyun receives reminder text messages from Huo Jingcheng every day, at an astonishing frequency, almost making her wonder if Huo Jingcheng sees her as a seventy or eighty-year-old person with poor memory.

She lowered her eyes, her gaze falling on her phone screen. She couldn't remember how many text messages this was. Her eyes swept over the messages, which were still the same innocuous reminders.

Turning her phone screen black, Su Ruoyun pondered to herself, "How much free time does Huo Jingcheng, the president of the Bank of China, really have? He reminds me every day without fail, three times a day—morning, noon, and night—sometimes even with 'afternoon tea' and 'late-night snacks' as a bonus. He's more punctual than the weather forecast on my phone..."

She shook her head, banishing these chaotic thoughts from her mind.

And so, the 'harassment' continued three times a day until the night before the summer solstice, Friday night.

Su Ruoyun lounged lazily on the sofa, a face mask on her face, her two long, straight legs crossed, looking as if she had no bones, her head casually resting on the sofa armrest.

A little ball of fluff lay earnestly on her belly, its deep blue eyes fixed intently on the white wall, as if some unfathomable secret was hidden there.

The living room was pitch black, with only the movie screen flickering on the opposite white wall, the interplay of light and shadow highlighting the silence of the room.

Su Ruoyun was completely engrossed in watching. The 8K projector accurately reproduced every detail, clearly showing the exciting scenes from the movie. It was a suspense film that had been released recently, featuring her favorite actress. In addition to attending the premiere to support her, she had also asked someone to get her a copy of the original film.

In the darkness, a blinding light suddenly shone, accompanied by a pleasant cell phone ringtone that echoed throughout the room.

Immersed in the movie, Su Ruoyun was pulled back to reality by the sudden noise. She pulled her gaze away from the movie screen, grabbed her phone from the begonia-shaped coffee table, and held it half-up to her eyes.

The blinding light made her squint instinctively. After seeing the note displayed on the screen, she swiped her finger to answer the call.

Su Ruoyun pretended to be serious and said, "Hello."

"..."

A long silence fell over the other end of the phone, so quiet that only the sound of each other breathing could be heard.

Just as she was about to ask, a soft chuckle came from the receiver, carrying a somewhat ambiguous meaning: "So distant with me?"

"if not?"

Su Ruoyun glanced at the time on her phone screen; about ten minutes had passed. She lifted her hand, peeled off the face mask, and carefully tossed the mask sheet into the trash can while holding her phone in her hand as she walked into the restroom. "Six o'clock tomorrow night, should I pick you up at the teahouse, or somewhere else?" Huo Jingcheng's tone was languid, with a slight upward inflection at the end, possessing an alluring quality.

Su Ruoyun walked gracefully into the bathroom, placed her phone on the sink, and turned on the tap. Water gushed out, and she scooped up a handful of water with both hands to wash away the remaining essence from her face.

Hearing Huo Jingcheng's question, she stopped washing her face. "Let's come to the apartment instead."

After she finished speaking, she wiped her face again, then pulled out a washcloth from the side and wiped the water off her face.

Huo Jingcheng said, "Okay, I'll pick you up around six o'clock."

As he spoke, he leaned back on the sofa, holding a pen in his right hand, and casually scribbled on a blank A4-sized sheet of paper in front of him.

Su Ruoyun caught a faint rustling sound, like writing, and couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing?"

Her voice carried a hint of curiosity.

The rustling sound stopped for a moment, followed by a deep, magnetic male voice, casual yet carrying an undeniable seriousness: "I miss you."

"..." Su Ruoyun.

Su Ruoyun had already sat back down on the sofa. Upon hearing this, her heart was instantly stirred up.

In her panic, she mistook the 'panda' on her belly for a pillow, and unconsciously ran her right hand back and forth between its paws and scratched its white fur, which made the kitten meow in dissatisfaction, looking aggrieved.

Hearing the kitten's pitiful meows, she realized with a start that she was holding a cat, not a pillow. She quickly tossed her phone aside, ignoring the ongoing call and Huo Jingcheng on the other end, and cradled the "panda's" head in her hands: "Did I hurt you? Mommy accidentally grabbed the wrong one, I'm so sorry..."

After apologizing, the 'panda' turned its head away magnanimously, as if bestowing a favor.

Su Ruoyun hugged her kitten and showered it with kisses.

"mua, mua~"

On the phone, the girl's soft, soothing voice, accompanied by a few "mua" sounds, came through clearly.

Even though he knew it was her fat cat, Huo Jingcheng still inexplicably felt a little itchy in his throat, a dry and itchy feeling.

He raised his hand, hooked his knuckles around the top of his tie, pulled it down a bit, loosened the collar, and then let out a sigh of relief.

Huo Jingcheng cleared his throat, his voice becoming even lower and hoarse, "Alright, I'll hang up now."

Without waiting for Su Ruoyun's reply, he said goodnight to himself and then hung up the phone.

A series of busy tones came through the receiver. Before Su Ruoyun could react, Huo Jingcheng had already hung up on her. She blinked and stared blankly at the call log on the screen.

This guy flirted and then ran away; typical scumbag behavior.

Su Ruoyun mentally condemned him, then turned off the projector, went into the bedroom, threw herself onto the soft bed, crumpled the blanket into a ball and hugged it to her chest, and then fell into a deep sleep.

What? Mr. Huo's throat is a little itchy? Then let's have a big kiss tomorrow!
My darlings, please read on! Muamua~