Kyoto kisses her

Chapter 122 Come here, give me a kiss

Su Ruoyun swiped her card and entered the building. Her right hand hooked the chain of her handbag, and her delicate high heels clicked crisply and rhythmically on the tiled floor, the sound echoing all the way.

But she always felt like she had forgotten something.

only……

Unable to recall, she shook her head and stopped thinking about it.

Just as she gracefully reached the elevator, her phone vibrated and a trending message popped up.

Su Ruoyun looked up at her phone and saw a message title: [A woman left home without kissing her boyfriend and was brutally bitten/eaten by him, resulting in severe injuries (Level II).]
Gnawing/devouring? Severe injury level two?

Her footsteps seemed to be paused, stopping abruptly. The crisp "tap tap tap" sound abruptly ceased, disappearing abruptly into the silent corridor.

A flicker of panic crossed her eyes as she finally remembered what she had forgotten to do, and she instinctively swallowed nervously.

Oh no... Huo Jingcheng shouldn't have turned into a zombie, right? She shouldn't have been bitten and seriously injured, right?
With a "ding," the elevator arrived at the first floor. Her tense thoughts were cleared up, and without any more hesitation, Su Ruoyun, wearing high heels, swayed her body with a hint of urgency and ran out of the building.

The black Cullinan remained parked quietly in its original spot.

Seeing that the Cullinan was still there, her tense nerves finally relaxed. Only then did she realize the pain from jogging in high heels. She slowed her pace and shuffled to the car, rolling down the passenger window halfway.

Huo Jingcheng lowered his eyes, his deep gaze now appearing somewhat indifferent, his gaze resting vacantly on the phone screen. He held it with one hand, his slender fingers swiping casually across the screen, seemingly browsing something.

Su Ruoyun tilted her head and leaned close to the window, looking at Huo Jingcheng, eager to see what was on his phone. But the distance was too great, and the screen was blurry; she couldn't see anything clearly.

Huo Jingcheng had lit a cigarette at some point, his long, slender fingers casually pinching it, exuding a relaxed and carefree air.

He placed the cigarette by the car window, the bluish-white ash piling up at the end. He tapped the slender cigarette with his index finger and flicked it aside, the ash falling in a flurry.

Seeing that he was engrossed in watching and hadn't noticed her for a while, Su Ruoyun raised her hand and knocked on the window. A few crisp "thump thump thump" sounds drifted into Huo Jingcheng's ears along with the night wind that was blowing in through the window cracks.

Huo Jingcheng lazily lifted his eyelids, turned his head and looked over, and saw a delicate little face pressed against the window, with both hands gripping the car window, peeking out like a little animal cub.

The corners of his lips curled up almost imperceptibly, and he had completely forgotten what he had just searched on his phone.

Huo Jingcheng pressed a button with his left hand to lower the car window, his eyebrows slightly raised, as if silently asking Su Ruoyun why she had come out again.

Receiving his gaze, Su Ruoyun pursed her lips, widened her dark pupils, and spoke seriously, her expression as if she were discussing something important: "Come here."

"Give me a kiss."

She spoke quickly, her words strung together, somewhat indistinct, but in the quiet of the night, only the chirping of cicadas accompanied her words, spreading clearly throughout the carriage and slowly filling every corner.

The woman's voice was soft, but deliberately lowered, carrying an unusually serious tone and a commanding air.

Her words unexpectedly reached Huo Jingcheng's ears. At that moment, he was holding a cigarette, raising his hand to his thin lips. Hearing her voice, he subconsciously raised an eyebrow, then turned to look at her, his eyes filled with astonishment. However…

Huo Jingcheng smiled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He felt a surge of satisfaction. His left hand remained on the steering wheel, while his right hand rested on the passenger seat. He leaned forward slowly, offering his handsome face with a mixture of compliance and indulgence.

He deliberately brought his sharply defined profile to the car window, the strong lines of his face casting a faint shadow on the glass. The streetlights along the road emitted a warm, orange-yellow light, illuminating a corner of the car and highlighting his excellent bone structure.

Looking at his face so close to hers, Su Ruoyun examined it closely, pondering which spot would be best to kiss him. Finally, she chose a spot, bent down, and planted a kiss on his face, leaving her own unique mark.

The kiss was a little heavy, and the moment their lips left each other's cheeks, a soft "pop" sound rang out, reaching both of their ears.

Huo Jingcheng's eyes flickered, deep and unfathomable, his Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his five fingers unconsciously rubbed the leather seat beneath him.

Su Ruoyun also heard the "pop," and awkwardly cleared her throat, preparing to straighten up.

The next second, Huo Jingcheng turned his head and kissed her lips.

Like a hungry wolf pouncing on its prey, it sets its sights on its prey and strikes decisively.

With his bony right hand raised, Huo Jingcheng gripped Su Ruoyun's head tightly, patiently sweeping away her bit by bit.

After kissing Su Ruoyun until she was almost out of breath, Huo Jingcheng finally released his large hand, no longer holding the back of her head, but obediently letting go and gently stroking her back again and again.

Su Ruoyun's head was deprived of oxygen, making her dizzy and disoriented. She didn't even know how she got upstairs and back to her apartment.

She casually hung her handbag on the coat rack in the entryway, changed into slippers, and strolled to the terrace. The 100-square-meter terrace had a wide view and was an excellent viewing platform for enjoying the night view.

However, Su Ruoyun was no longer in the mood to appreciate the night view. She grabbed a cushion from the sofa and sank back into the Baxter Milano cloud sofa with a "plop".

A cool breeze blew by, and Su Ruoyun gradually came back to her senses. She changed to a casual sitting position, nestled into the soft sofa, and took out her phone.

Several WeChat groups have exploded with discussion, all talking about tonight's fireworks extravaganza.

Su Ruoyun has a slight case of obsessive-compulsive disorder. She has to turn off all the red dots, and then click into the chat area in chronological order, from evening to morning, and then slide out again.

She quickly browsed through the pages.

The earliest message I clicked on was a WeChat chat group that Chen Zheyan had started at the ranch on the outskirts of Beijing.

[The day Yiping asked her father for money (Lin Yu): Just who is this guy who's so powerful, isn't he afraid of being 'taught a lesson' by his family?]
The word 'lesson' is used very cleverly; it's a term used only by those in power to address those in lower positions. Most young masters are controlled by others and dare not act recklessly.

The group admin, Chen Zheyan, followed up with a comment below.

[Let's earn him a small goal first (draft version): I know, but I won't say anything.]
The accompanying image features a mysterious smile, angled at a perfect 45 degrees, conveying both mockery and sarcasm.

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