Kyoto kisses her

Chapter 118 Confession?

Huo Jingcheng held a thin cigarette burning to the end between his fingers, letting the crimson flame flicker in the night wind. He threw the cigarette butt at his feet and stomped it out.

Immediately, he turned around nimbly, his clothes fluttering in the breeze, and placed his hand on the car door handle to open the car door for Su Ruoyun, considerately placing his large hand on the door to block it.

Su Ruoyun raised her hand to gather the hem of her slip dress, bent down and sat in the passenger seat, the hem of her dress swaying gently.

Two loud "bangs" were heard, and the entire carriage became a sealed space, with Huo Jingcheng sitting in the driver's seat.

Su Ruoyun pursed her lips, turned around to pull on the seatbelt. Because the hem of her dress was above her knees, she was afraid of exposing herself, so she held down the hem with one hand and pulled on the seatbelt with the other, making her movements a little clumsy.

She finally managed to pull the seatbelt over and was about to buckle it when, as soon as she turned around, she was met with a magnified image of a handsome face right in front of her. Her breath caught in her throat, and her eyes widened: "What are you doing?" So close...

She didn't say what came next.

"I wanted to be a good person and help you fasten it." With that, Huo Jingcheng 'snatched' the seatbelt buckle from her hand, and a crisp "click" sound rang out. His movements were so fast that it was as if he was afraid she would run away.

"I'm not going to run away," Su Ruoyun muttered softly.

With all the car windows closed, these words undoubtedly reached Huo Jingcheng's ears.

"Really won't run away?" He lifted his eyelids and asked carefully, holding the steering wheel with one hand.

Huo Jingcheng asked seriously, and Su Ruoyun, lacking confidence, dared not answer.

Seeing that she acted like a 'coward,' Huo Jingcheng twitched the corner of his mouth.

Half a minute later, the Cullinan drove out of the parking lane.

Su Ruoyun originally thought Huo Jingcheng was going to a five-star restaurant, but she didn't expect the Cullinan to drive straight into a private banquet in a hutong alley.

The courtyard house is quaint and elegant, with exquisite traditional carvings on the doors and windows. The railings and openwork wooden decorations exude a sense of antiquity. The courtyard is paved with stone slabs, and many potted plants are placed on both sides, creating an elegant and retro dining environment.

Wearing high heels and walking on a stone path, Su Ruoyun walked very slowly. Huo Jingcheng also slowed down, following closely behind her like a knight in shining armor.

The private banquet offers excellent privacy, with separate rooms spaced far apart, so there's no fear of your conversations being overheard by others.

Inside the private room, an elegant beige tablecloth was laid out neatly on the dining table. Delicate fresh flowers were placed in a blue and white porcelain vase, standing quietly as decoration on one side of the long table. The Ecuadorian roses in the vase were in full bloom, their petals unfurled and their colors vibrant.

Two white candles are placed on a silver candlestick. The silver has a cool luster, and the flickering candlelight casts a dreamlike silhouette on the white wall, creating an unmistakable atmosphere.

Everything was the standard setup for a candlelight dinner.

Huo Jingcheng strolled leisurely to the chair, and before Su Ruoyun could react, he grabbed the back of the chair with both hands and gentlemanly pulled it out for her. Then he turned to Su Ruoyun and silently gestured for her to sit down.

The romantic and charming atmosphere was already at its peak. This was the first time Su Ruoyun had been in such a situation, and as the female lead, she felt a little flustered seeing Huo Jingcheng's focused expression.

Su Ruoyun raised her hand to smooth her hair, then took a few steps forward with slightly hesitant steps in her high heels. She sat down at the table, her hands gently gathering the hem of her skirt. As she slowly sat down, the chair behind her moved forward an inch, positioning her perfectly. The hem of her skirt brushed against his trouser leg, the two garments rubbing against each other for a fleeting moment, creating a slight ripple at the hem before returning to stillness.

Huo Jingcheng did not leave immediately, but leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on Su Ruoyun's profile. His warm breath brushed against her hair, and his voice drifted into Su Ruoyun's ears, tinged with amusement.

"So nervous?"

Su Ruoyun subconsciously turned her head. The two of them were too close. Staring at that flawless handsome face, she blurted out, "Who's nervous?! You're the one who's nervous."

She unconsciously raised her voice, as if to say that being right means speaking louder.

As she finished speaking, there was a knock on the door, and the staff of the private banquet brought over a wet towel.

The staff were clearly not expecting this to happen. They quickly lowered their heads, not daring to look any longer, and respectfully offered a towel and menu before leaving the private room.

Su Ruoyun stepped back slightly, turned her head away, and stopped looking at Huo Jingcheng. She wiped her hands with a wet towel slowly and deliberately, her face calm and expressionless. In reality, her mind was already wandering. By the time she came back to her senses, Huo Jingcheng had already sat down opposite her.

Today he was wearing dress pants and a white shirt, with an expensive steel watch on his left wrist and a silver tie clip on his tie, radiating a charming cold light, exuding a restrained yet mature aura.

Su Ruoyun glanced at his clothes, held the paper menu in both hands, then lowered her eyes and slowly began to look through the menu.

After ordering, the chef soon pushed in a food cart and placed the carefully prepared dishes on the table one by one. The dishes looked enticing, and their aroma instantly filled the private room. He introduced the characteristics of several signature dishes, then bowed slightly and said with a professional smile, "Enjoy your meal."

After saying that, the chef quietly pushed the food cart out of the private room, afraid of disturbing the two distinguished guests.

Huo Jingcheng ordered a bottle of Domaine Leflaive, a dry white Burgundy.

Chardonnay white wines are fragrant with flowers, have a smooth texture, and possess the rich 'stone aroma'—a mineral flavor—common in Burgundy white wines.

Both of them were raised in prestigious families, and their dining manners were elegant and their etiquette impeccable.

Time passed quietly, and after the two finished their meal, Huo Jingcheng chatted casually without bringing up any other topics.

The bottle of Domaine Leflaive was almost empty. Su Ruoyun picked up the wine glass beside her, twirled the thin stem, and took a small sip. Using the stemmed glass as a cover, she winked at Huo Jingcheng subtly, giving him a suggestive look.

In contrast, Huo Jingcheng raised an eyebrow slightly, looking puzzled, as if he hadn't grasped Su Ruoyun's meaning at all.

Seeing this, Su Ruoyun began to doubt herself. Could it be that she was overthinking things, and this was just another ordinary dinner?

However, she immediately shook her head inwardly, her eyes sweeping over the romantic atmosphere in the private room. Something was wrong; an ordinary dinner wouldn't be arranged like this.

A pair of beautiful, glassy eyes darted back and forth, seemingly puzzled and confused. She didn't try to hide it; her innermost thoughts were all written on her face.

Seeing this, Huo Jingcheng subtly tugged at the corner of his lips, lightly held a glass of white wine in his hand, and with a slight turn of his wrist, the pale yellow liquid in the crystal-clear stemmed glass swirled gently, rising along the glass wall before sliding down, leaving wine marks of varying depths.

He raised his hand, brought the rim of the glass to his thin lips, and slowly took a sip. Then, with interest, he asked, "What are you expecting now?"