Kyoto kisses her

Chapter 153 An Ordinary Night

"..." Huo Jingcheng.

Huo Jingcheng's back stiffened slightly, his Adam's apple bobbed, and his eyes darkened. He was about to speak when he suddenly fell silent.

His narrow, almond-shaped eyes were deep and unfathomable. He lowered his eyelids and met Su Ruoyun's bewildered and 'ignorant' gaze. He bit his back teeth, pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth, and then readily stuck it out...

The next second, upon seeing the target appear, Su Ruoyun tilted her head back and leaned towards it with an almost instinctive dependence, like a little fish finding its long-lost ocean and eagerly drawing water.

The prepared honey water was left on the coffee table, and the two of them had long forgotten its existence, as if they were in the arid Sahara Desert, asking each other for water.

Their striking features and delicate faces magnified before each other, their sharp, thin lips pressed against each other's rouge-colored lips, their high, straight noses staggered against each other's cheeks, and their tongues then deeply licked each other's lips.

As they kissed, Huo Jingcheng grabbed her waist, lifted her up, and pulled her onto his lap. Her pink dress billowed gracefully outwards, like a lush lotus blossoming between his legs.

Rough hands clasped behind her head, fingers stroking her soft, long hair, a sudden gust of wind/rain robbed her of her breath.

Su Ruoyun clearly felt the last bit of air left in her lungs being slowly drained away by him, like peeling away layers of silk. The effects of the alcohol took hold at this moment, completely overwhelming her body, leaving her feeling as if she were floating in a misty, ethereal cloud, completely dazed.

Her body became limp and weak, like a soft cotton candy, unable to muster any strength. She leaned against Huo Jingcheng's chest, her eyes filled with a hazy mist.

The chandelier in the living room was not yet turned on; only the bright moonlight and twinkling starlight from outside the window shone through, casting a faint glow.

The slippers on her feet had already hit the ground with a short, sharp sound.

Perhaps truly realizing the impending danger, Su Ruoyun turned her head slightly, barely managing to catch her breath. She placed both hands on Huo Jingcheng's broad shoulders, pushing him forcefully, her body twisting restlessly, refusing to cooperate.

Like a slippery fish, she sneaked between Huo Jingcheng's legs and laboriously moved from one side of the sofa to the other, kicking her legs incessantly and her toes kicking his well-defined abdominal muscles.

She kicked hard while whispering, "Bamboo, no... no... bamboo..."

"Then... how about Little Orange?" Huo Jingcheng's voice was already extremely hoarse, as low as sandpaper, unwilling to let her escape. He stretched out his long arm, grabbed her slender arm, and pulled her back little by little.

Because of the force he exerted, the pale blue veins on his inner wrist and the back of his hand bulged out, and his large, well-defined hands exuded a sense of power.

He lowered his voice and asked slowly, "What do you want, Little Orange?"

Hearing that Huo Jingcheng had switched to eating 'little oranges' instead of 'little bamboo', Su Ruoyun, who had relaxed her guard, obediently gave in and stopped struggling: "You have to peel them~".

As soon as he finished speaking, Huo Jingcheng grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. He firmly gripped her forearm with his right hand and put his left arm around her back to prevent her from slipping away again.

He immediately affirmed Su Ruoyun, his deep tone conveying an unquestionable certainty.

"Yes, we need to peel it off."

As soon as he finished speaking, his large, broad hand manipulated her slender wrist, and Su Ruoyun, like an unconscious puppet, obediently followed his guidance.

Huo Jingcheng was wearing a shirt and trousers tonight, with many buttons, one after another.

Su Ruoyun's hands trembled as her fingers erratically unbuttoned his shirt, starting from the collar and working downwards, revealing his broad shoulders and narrow waist. The mature man stood tall and straight.

Her breath mingled with the deep, mellow aroma of ebony and the spicy, rich scent of tobacco, passing through her lungs together.

I sobered up a little, but was still half-drunk.

As she unbuttoned the last button of her shirt, Su Ruoyun weakly gripped the shirt in her hands, twisting the smooth, glossy fabric into swirls.

Three seconds later, a rough, large hand pulled her down an inch, and the sound of a metal clasp being undone echoed in the living room.

She was immediately picked up.

Huo Jingcheng effortlessly carried her into the bedroom. With her toes off the ground, as if anticipated, Su Ruoyun leaned half her body on Huo Jingcheng's shoulder, her chin resting on his short hair, her hands clasped behind his neck, and her slender, straight legs spontaneously wrapped around him.

As Huo Jingcheng strode into the room, he hooked and kicked the bedroom door shut behind them with a loud bang.

The large bed was excessively soft, enveloping the two of them.

The thin blanket that had been resting peacefully on the bed was pulled back and carelessly tossed aside. The temperature had risen, and the air was so hot that it was unnecessary for the blanket to be used.

Huo Jingcheng put his arm around her.

……

Su Ruoyun was fair-skinned, like a smooth, white porcelain vase, with a warm, jade-like fleshy texture.

His large hand, usually used for signing documents, had slightly cool fingertips, while his burning palm pressed against her collarbone, and he gently wrapped one arm around her slender waist.

The bedroom was completely dark, with only the bedside lamp casting a dim yellow light on a corner of the bed.

The shirt, trousers, and long skirt drew a graceful arc in mid-air before overlapping on the carpet.

Huo Jingcheng slowly withdrew his large hand that had been throwing the clothes, his low, hoarse voice grinding against Su Ruoyun's eardrums, sending a shiver down her spine.

"..."

As the kiss deepened, soft moans escaped from her nose, like a dream murmur shattered by the wind, delicate and broken.

She was tense and flustered, her beautiful eyes, slightly dazed, staring unblinkingly at the snow-white ceiling above her head, her feet pressing against his strong and powerful buttocks.

Huo Jingcheng propped himself up, turned her flushed face towards him, and their eyes met for a moment. Everything around them seemed to quiet down, with only the sound of their breathing mingling in the air.

He leaned down and kissed her, then succumbed to her deeply.

……

A clear, slightly hoarse female voice suddenly drifted out from the bedroom, which was not quiet.

"..."

Huo Jingcheng picked up Su Ruoyun, wrapped his arms around her knees and helped her off the bed, while whispering comforting words in a low voice, his warm breath brushing against her snow-white neck.

……

In the early hours of the morning, a faint glimmer of dawn appeared on the eastern horizon, and the absurdity of the room finally subsided into tranquility.

The bed has been remade.

Su Ruoyun was sobbing unconsciously, her nose twitching, her beautiful eyes filled with tears, making her look extremely pitiful.

Beside the floor-to-ceiling window, a tall and slender figure stood, wearing only a black bathrobe casually wrapped around his body, the loose straps hanging down in front of him.

He lit a cigarette, the urge he felt for the first time in thirty years still lingering deep within him.

A cigarette was held between his fingers, and the bluish-white smoke rose slowly into the air like a thin veil.

After a cigarette's time, Huo Jingcheng leisurely walked back to the bedside, pulled her into his arms, and let her lean on his warm and broad chest.

After a moment, as if remembering something, he bent down with interest and asked her, "Is the little orange delicious?"