Kyoto kisses her

Chapter 160 Showing the wink to the blind man

Huo Jingcheng gripped her hand firmly, and Su Ruoyun, not wanting to break free, leaned half of her body against his shoulder.

The two strolled leisurely down the street. Su Ruoyun spotted a restaurant across the street and suddenly had a whimsical idea: she wanted to eat almond tofu.

She originally planned to go and buy it herself, but Huo Jingcheng's hand wouldn't let go for a moment. The warm and dry touch softened her heart, and in the end, the two crossed the zebra crossing hand in hand.

At the entrance of the restaurant, she glanced up at the imposing signboard, then looked down again, her gaze settling on the food box in Huo Jingcheng's hand. The exquisite wooden box was engraved with the three characters "Fu Yu Zhuang" in gold on a black background, the characters strong and powerful, exuding an air of nobility.

Is it really okay to bring a food box from your rival's restaurant into the house?
Whether someone is good or bad can be seen from the smiling face of their manager.

Even though they only ordered one dessert, the manager didn't show the slightest displeasure. Instead, he urged the pastry chef in the kitchen to speed things up.

The thoughtful manager helped carry the takeout bags and escorted them to the door with a smile.

The wooden box and packing bags were placed together in the trunk. The engine roared to life on the street, and the Cullinan sped away.

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In the apartment, a table was set with Jiangzhe cuisine: Longjing shrimp, salted duck, stir-fried beef with Hangzhou peppers... and almond tofu for dessert.

Huo Jingcheng sat to the side watching. Su Ruoyun held chopsticks, picked up a piece of duck meat, put it in her mouth, and then picked up a few grains of rice with her chopsticks.

She didn't eat much in the evening. After she was half full, she slowly ate a bowl of almond tofu, the light almond aroma blending slowly with the sweet syrup.

When the topic of concerts came up, Su Ruoyun, holding a spoon, asked, "Do you want to come?"

"Yes, someone sent an invitation."

As he spoke, Huo Jingcheng raised his hand and took off his suit jacket, casually placing it on the chair next to him, revealing a well-tailored shirt underneath.

After finishing her meal, Su Ruoyun carefully cleaned the dining table, threw the trash into the bin, and slowly walked into the living room with a half-finished glass of juice in her hand.

As soon as Su Ruoyun entered the living room, she looked up and saw Huo Jingcheng standing tall and straight by the balcony railing, his figure silhouetted against the dark night.

The deep blue curtains of the living room's floor-to-ceiling windows rippled in the night breeze, like waves on the sea, creating slow, irregular ripples.

The tassels on the curtains rustled softly, and their shadows on the floor swayed back and forth.

Huo Jingcheng seemed to be hiding behind the curtains, appearing and disappearing intermittently.

The long, hazy moonlight revealed his broad shoulders and narrow waist through the high-thread-count, smooth white shirt.

The bespoke shirt clung tightly to his muscular physique, and as he raised his hand, the lines of his back became increasingly clear beneath the shirt.

The firm, upright back muscles flowed smoothly down the back, the shirt fabric perfectly supported by the latissimus dorsi muscles, and in the interplay of light and shadow, deep, grotesque grooves were outlined.

Su Ruoyun stole several glances.

The man seemed to be deliberately seducing her, but she saw through it and didn't say anything.

Then, maintaining a calm and composed expression, she held the glass and finished the juice inside.

After the glass was emptied, Su Ruoyun casually reached out and placed the empty glass on the coffee table in front of her.

She walked out of the living room and went to Huo Jingcheng's side. She raised her hand and poked his forearm. It was firm and tight, and the touch was surprisingly good.

As if she hadn't figured out Huo Jingcheng's purpose, Su Ruoyun said in a serious tone, "Where was this shirt custom-made? The quality isn't very good; it's showing through your waist."

"..." Huo Jingcheng was speechless for a long time.

After regaining his composure, he leisurely lifted his long eyelashes, glanced at her sideways, and asked, "Are you blind?" He gave her a flirtatious look.

Su Ruoyun understood his unspoken meaning, lowered her head and chuckled, her smile barely concealed.

Huo Jingcheng also heard her soft laughter, gave a light hum, and immediately understood.

The bright moonlight shone through his snow-white shirt, revealing his abs, chest muscles... all bathed in a cool, clear light.

She lowered her eyes and glanced at him again, her eyes burning with desire. She placed her hand over his and stroked him, saying in a sly, "You're trying to seduce me again, you're such a scoundrel."

She defied the Heavenly Gang.

Huo Jingcheng raised his hand, his distinct five fingers gripping her slender wrist and landing on her well-defined abdominal muscles, making her feel it even more clearly.

A dozen minutes later, Su Ruoyun, having had enough of that, went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Huo Jingcheng sat quietly on the living room sofa and skillfully opened the drawer of the TV cabinet.

Leaning against the edge of the TV cabinet drawer, I gently pulled it open, revealing a large photo album with a beautifully bound cover—Su Ruoyun's childhood photo album.

He slowly turned the pages, one by one, his gaze fixed precisely on a photograph.

A little girl wearing a red cloak stood in the snow, her hair tied in pigtails that drooped softly on either side of her head. She had a slightly chubby face, her eyes crinkling with laughter, and a gold bracelet adorned her lotus-root-like wrist.

Next to it stood a snowman as tall as a person, with a carrot nose, crooked twig hands, and a bright red woolen hat on its head, with a fluffy little ball hanging down naturally.

The little one is indescribably adorable.

As Huo Jingcheng looked at the somewhat naive and innocent photo, memories from twenty years ago slowly unfolded in his mind.

……

Su Ruoyun will continue practicing tomorrow, leaving Huo Jingcheng with a lot of strength but nowhere to use it.

Su Ruoyun lay on top of Huo Jingcheng, seemingly remembering something. She rested her chin on his chest and asked, "How about I give you your birthday present after the concert tonight?"

Huo Jingcheng's birthday is special, July 1st.

Su Ruoyun had a performance that day, so she definitely couldn't celebrate his birthday alone.

We talked about this a couple of days ago. At that time, Su Ruoyun asked Huo Jingcheng what birthday present she wanted, and Huo Jingcheng told her to think of it herself.

Today, Huo Jingcheng changed his mind.

He didn't directly answer whether it was good or bad, but pretended to respect Su Ruoyun's opinion and took the initiative to ask, "Now, can I still ask for a gift myself?"

"Sure," Su Ruoyun replied lazily.

She pressed her delicate face against the man's strong, muscular chest. Even through her pajamas, Huo Jingcheng's powerful heartbeat was still clearly audible, pounding against her eardrums like a drumbeat, and the warmth of his body continued to emanate from her.

It was quite hot to be so close together on a midsummer night at the end of June.

Su Ruoyun was also afraid that the birthday gift she chose wouldn't suit his taste. Since the birthday boy himself had offered his opinion, that was the best thing.

"What I want for my birthday is..."

Huo Jingcheng reached out and hooked Su Ruoyun's head, then lowered his head and whispered in her ear.

Quiz: What birthday present does Mr. Huo want?