Kyoto kisses her

Chapter 164 Orange's Bamboo
The orange was plump and juicy, and it soaked Su Ruojun's hands. Finding that wet wipes weren't enough to clean it, she got up from the sofa and went to the kitchen to wash her hands.

When she came back after washing her hands, Huo Jingcheng hadn't eaten a single orange.

Su Ruoyun strolled back slowly, half-sitting on the sofa, her waist resting against Huo Jingcheng's strong thigh. "Why aren't you eating?"

Huo Jingcheng lowered his eyes and subtly examined the orange in his hand for a moment. "Little Orange, want some oranges?"

His voice was low and hoarse, with a slight upward inflection.

“Why not? Little Bamboo eats oranges too.” Su Ruoyun gave him a reasoned example, then bent down, took a tissue from the tissue box on the coffee table, and slowly wiped her hands.

A hint of amusement crept into Huo Jingcheng's dark eyes. He deliberately set a trap for her, watching her with interest. "Does Little Bamboo want to eat Little Orange?"

Sensing the ill intent behind his words, Su Ruoyun turned back and gave Huo Jingcheng a warning glance.

Huo Jingcheng's handsome face showed a hint of innocence as he lazily propped his arm behind his head.

When the nickname "Little Orange" was mentioned, Su Ruoyun asked Huo Jingcheng curiously what she was called in his phone.

She blinked, her dark almond-shaped eyes filled with curiosity.

Huo Jingcheng refused to speak, appearing unfathomable and deliberately mysterious, which only made Su Ruoyun's heart itch even more.

Su Ruoyun's clear, bright eyes, like glass, darted around as she tried to be clever, wanting to hold it and look at it herself.

She glanced thoughtfully at Huo Jingcheng, her gaze lingering on his face. Suddenly, she reached out and touched Huo Jingcheng's pocket, where she had hidden her phone.

Unexpectedly, Huo Jingcheng suddenly turned to the side, leaned back against the chair, and neatly avoided the situation.

Su Ruoyun couldn't control her strength and fell into his arms. The two embraced tightly, burying their faces in his warm chest.

She wrinkled her nose, easily catching the smell of alcohol on him, which made her feel slightly drunk as well.

"Why won't you let me see it?" Su Ruoyun didn't press the matter too much, but simply tilted her head back and asked slowly.

"I'm afraid you'll feel embarrassed."

The man's long fingers brushed aside the strands of hair clinging to her cheek and tucked them behind her ear. His rough fingertips brushed against her earlobe, causing an indescribable itch.

He lowered his head and kissed her blushing earlobe.

Compared to before, his voice was lower and slower when he opened his mouth.

In the dim light of the night, Su Ruoyun could hear a hint of tenderness in her voice.

“Why would I be embarrassed? I’m the most embarrassed person ever.” She stubbornly tilted her little face up and retorted, completely forgetting the shyness she felt when she called him brother and sister last time.

The next second, a strong arm wrapped around Su Ruoyun's lower back, and her body was lifted into the air for a moment before she was pulled and pulled into a hard, warm embrace.

She instinctively tried to struggle, but the rough, large hand gripping her upper thigh tightened its grip, pressing down on her straight, slender legs.

The two of them lay on the sofa, one inside and one outside.

"Aren't you embarrassed?" Huo Jingcheng looked down at her, his nose almost touching Su Ruoyun's, his gaze lingering on her beautiful eyes, slowly sweeping over her: her high, straight nose, her delicate nose tip...

"No," Su Ruoyun said confidently, clinging to his shoulder and saying in a coquettish tone, "Let me see~"

Hearing her coquettish tone, Huo Jingcheng's signature peach blossom eyes finally broke into a smile, his thin lips slightly upturned, deliberately changing the subject, "Our bamboo smells so good."

As he spoke, he lowered his head, nestled in the crook of Su Ruojun's neck, and took two deep sniffs. A subtle fragrance wafted up, the scent of roses rich and alluring. He sighed and said, "Why does everything smell so good?"

He whispered in Su Ruoyun's ear, his words captivating.

Su Ruoyun remained unmoved, only wanting to see the notes. "I want to see them." Hearing this, Huo Jingcheng straightened up, pulled Su Ruoyun between his legs with both hands, and sat her sideways. "Okay, let's go back to the room and see them."

As soon as he finished speaking, he used both hands to lift her up, one hooking behind her knees and the other around her waist.

Su Ruoyun's eyelashes trembled, her long, curled lashes casting a deep shadow on her eyelids, and she naturally wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders.

Huo Jingcheng held her in his arms, revealing a section of her slender and strong wrist bone, and then strode towards the bedroom.

……

There was something important to do tomorrow, so Huo Jingcheng didn't go too far. Before going to sleep, he was still thinking about his hair with long braids, and when he handed his phone to Su Ruoyun, he didn't forget to remind her.

Su Ruoyun took the phone and replied perfunctorily, "Okay, okay."

After she turned on the screen, the lock screen wallpaper was her photo, which he had taken at some point.

It's a photo from the last time we were at the ranch on the outskirts of Beijing. In the wallpaper, she looks dashing, wearing a hat and black riding boots.

Su Ruoyun asked, "What's the password?"

"1107," Huo Jingcheng said as he walked toward the restroom.

November 7th, the Beginning of Winter, is Su Ruoyun's birthday.

After successfully entering the password, she first checked her WeChat chat. She could see the pinned chat at a glance and found it was just an ordinary "Little Bamboo".

She listlessly swiped out WeChat and tapped into her contacts.

After entering my phone number, a string of English letters popped up.

—orange's bamboo.

[Little Orange's Little Bamboo] Su Ruoyun silently translated in her mind.

……

When Huo Jingcheng came out of the bathroom, Su Ruoyun's two porcelain-white feet were on the sofa, admiring the night view.

The woman's slightly wavy black hair clung messily to her neck, making her skin appear exceptionally fair. A half-open French window allowed a light nightgown to flutter in the breeze, outlining her slender waist. The hem of the dress swayed gently, stirring a sense of unease.

Huo Jingcheng gazed at her slender back, narrowed his long, narrow eyes slightly, and slowly walked towards her.

Su Ruoyun has keen hearing. She heard the faint footsteps and turned her head to catch Huo Jingcheng's figure.

Huo Jingcheng followed her example, stepping barefoot onto the down sofa, kneeling slightly beside Su Ruojun, his left hand on the sofa armrest, and his right wrist resting on his knee.

From a distance, Huo Jingcheng appeared to be an inch shorter than her.

In the silence, Su Ruoyun suddenly spoke, her hands gripping the back of the sofa, and said in a slow, deliberate voice, "I saw it."

Huo Jingcheng looked back and, sure enough, his phone had been placed on the bedside table.

He slowly raised his hand, his large palm caressing Su Ruoyun's calf. Her calf had no calf muscle; it was straight and slender, with a smooth texture.

"What did you see?" Huo Jingcheng tugged at the corner of his lips and slowly said, "My little bamboo."

Double entendre.

His voice was completely nonchalant.