Kyoto kisses her

Chapter 148 I Want to Be With You

Huo Jingcheng casually leaned forward against the desk and reached into the fruit plate to pick up a plump, round orange.

The oranges in June are yellow with a hint of green.

The orange peel made a soft rustling sound under my fingertips. My bony fingers peeled the peel little by little along the veins of the orange, and the juice of the orange splashed onto my fingertips.

Suddenly, a refreshing fragrance filled the study, gently wafting into his nostrils. As the orange peel was gradually removed, the white pith was revealed.

Huo Jingcheng casually broke off a segment of orange, carefully peeled it, and then popped it into his mouth, the fragrant juice spreading throughout his mouth.

It's so sour it makes your teeth fall out.

He chewed slowly and deliberately.

Only the sweetest batch of fruit could be served; it was a bitter pill to swallow, and it made his mouth ache.

Huo Jingcheng chewed two pieces, then stopped. He narrowed his eyes, and the thought of his upcoming schedule the day after tomorrow stirred displeasure in his deep, cold eyes.

He bent his long fingers and tapped them rhythmically but somewhat irritably on the table.

Su Ruoyun urged him to go to sleep.

Huo Jingcheng's left hand, holding a cigarette, rested naturally on the armrest. The cigarette glowed in the dim light, and wisps of smoke rose between his well-defined fingers.

Upon hearing this, he raised his hand and stubbed out his cigarette in the clock ashtray, the white and black ash slowly falling to the bottom of the ashtray.

Huo Jingcheng casually tossed out a sentence: "Can't sleep."

Su Ruoyun's eyelids felt heavy, her blinking slowed down, and her voice was somewhat muffled, filled with drowsiness: "Why can't I sleep?"

His jet-black eyes lifted slightly, his eyelids lifting as he looked directly at Huo Jingcheng, and said decisively, "I can't sleep without you here. I want to watch you with my eyes closed."

"..." Su Ruoyun.

Su Ruoyun felt a wave of weariness and simply let her eyelids close completely. With her eyes closed, her eyeballs rolled under her eyelids, and she secretly rolled her eyes.

Heh, heh, heh.

Is "目垂" a noun or a verb?

She didn't want to talk about it anymore.

Su Ruoyun was about to open her mouth to reply, her tongue already swirling in her mouth, preparing her words, but the invisible force of her biological clock was simply too strong.

Instantly, drowsiness washed over her. Before she could even organize her thoughts into a sentence, or utter a single complete syllable, her breathing gradually became steady and long, and she drifted off to sleep.

Huo Jingcheng sat casually in his office chair, leaning slightly forward, and gazed at her sleeping face greedily for a few seconds before suddenly raising his hand.

His thumb hovered above the hang-up button for a long time without moving. In the end, he couldn't bear to hang up. As he put the phone back in his palm, he stood up slowly.

The fingers are connected to the heart, and the girl's cheek seemed to be within reach. Her soft and quiet sleeping face was pressed against his hot palm, which stirred his heart.

Huo Jingcheng carried his sister's phone back to his room. To avoid disturbing Su Ruoyun's sleep, he thoughtfully put the phone on silent and placed it on his pillow.

After washing up, he strolled leisurely to the bedside, feeling refreshed, wearing only a casually wrapped bathrobe with loose straps hanging down in front of him.

Huo Jingcheng casually picked up his phone and glanced at it, only to find that the call screen was still lit up and the voice on the other end was still coming in.

Listening to his barely audible breathing, he slowly lifted the corner of the blanket and put his phone back on the pillow.

As the bedside lamp was turned off, the room was plunged into deep darkness.

Only the screen of Huo Jingcheng's phone beside his pillow emitted a faint, cold light.

The two appeared to be sleeping in separate beds.

The next morning.

A faint glimmer of dawn appeared on the eastern horizon, followed by a sliver of light rising from the distant horizon. The pinkish-orange hue broke through the morning mist, and the entire city of Beijing awoke in the morning light.

Before the dim light had fully penetrated the room, Su Ruoyun slowly woke up, still somewhat groggy. She had woken up earlier than Huo Jingcheng.

The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was a black phone. The phone was cleverly wedged between the blanket and the pillow. If it weren't for the buttons at the bottom, she would have thought her phone was malfunctioning with a black screen.

It seemed Huo Jingcheng was still asleep. She skillfully swiped out WeChat, and the full-screen video call was converted into a small window on the left side of the screen. She checked the weather first.

After she exited the weather app and tapped into WeChat again, Huo Jingcheng picked up 'her' as well.

From pitch black to a flawless, handsome face.

Su Ruoyun asked him, "Where did you put me?"

Huo Jingcheng casually raised his hand, flicked the stray hairs on his forehead a few times, and looked down at the girl on the screen with slightly messy hair. He smiled almost imperceptibly: "Put it on your chest."

"..." Su Ruoyun.

Su Ruoyun was speechless. When her gaze fell on her own image on the small screen in the upper right corner, she was startled.

She was restless when she slept, always tossing and turning, her slightly curly long hair already messily covering her cheeks, looking fluffy and disheveled.

She quickly raised her hand to tidy her hair, her fair fingers moving swiftly through the smooth strands. Most of her hair was quickly smoothed and neatly draped behind her, but a few mischievous strands defied the laws of physics, stubbornly sticking up and impossible to suppress.

Image comes first, boyfriend second.

Su Ruoyun said, "Okay, okay, I'm going to brush my teeth and wash my face now. I'll hang up now."

Huo Jingcheng replied, "Okay."

Su Ruoyun slipped on the slippers by the bed, stepped into the bathroom, and after washing up, Aunt Li brought breakfast to the table.

This morning I had steamed buns and wontons.

Aunt Li placed the steamer on the dining table, and a fragrant aroma of savory broth and noodles wafted out.

Su Ruoyun paused in her chopsticks-picking motion, as if remembering something, "Let's clean my bedroom today too."

She added slowly, "The incense sticks are all ready."

A few days ago, Su Ruoyun used the excuse that she wanted to make incense in the room and was afraid that the incense powder would drift everywhere, so she asked Aunt Li not to clean the master bedroom yet.

Last night, she erased all traces left by Huo Jingcheng.

Aunt Li carefully avoided Su Ruoyun's direction, slowly lifted the lid of the steamer, and replied with a "Okay".

The wontons and steamed buns were freshly cooked, still a little hot, and full of juicy flavor. Su Ruoyun ate very slowly. By the time she finished breakfast, Aunt Li had already tidied up the apartment and left with the trash.

Su Ruoyun walked leisurely to the dressing room to choose her outfit for the day.

As soon as she opened the closet door, a men's tie came into view. Other T-shirts, sweatshirts, etc., were neatly categorized, but the tie stood quietly and conspicuously on the shelf.

Su Ruoyun frowned. How could there be an extra tie in her wardrobe? It looked like Huo Jingcheng's, but why was it in her wardrobe when she had told Huo Jingcheng to take all the clothes with him?

Su Ruoyun immediately thought of the worst and most likely possibility: that Aunt Li must have found it while cleaning the bedroom and then put the tie in the closet.

Two words instantly popped into her head: It's over.