Kyoto kisses her

Is Chapter 166 my brother?

The first thing that catches the eye is her delicate, unadorned face.

As the blanket was pulled back further, everything was revealed.

Under the thin blanket was not a nightgown, but a light blue cheongsam.

The fresh and elegant floral pattern is like a clear sea in summer, with delicate stitches outlining light golden bamboo and exquisite ink-wash patterns.

The stand-up collar design, adorned with pearl buttons, and the glossy fabric accentuate the slender waist, making the shoulders appear level and the legs long.

The most unique feature is the two drooping braids on the silk pillowcase.

One on each side of her head, her hair was tied into two pigtails that drooped softly, which complemented her round almond-shaped eyes. She had an inexplicable cuteness that didn't match her age, and she looked exactly the same as she did twenty years ago.

The master bedroom was completely dark blue with the curtains drawn, and only a floor lamp was left on, its light dimmed to the lowest setting, creating a soft glow.

A corner of the bed was bathed in a warm, dim light, adding to the cozy atmosphere. Her delicate face, under the warm light, was as white as snow, like a lush lotus blossom.

While Huo Jingcheng was lost in thought, Su Ruoyun took the opportunity to kick the rest of the blanket to the side, gradually revealing her lower body.

The blankets were piled haphazardly to one side, and a corner of the blanket slipped naturally from Huo Jingcheng's hands.

He took in all her little movements, and couldn't help but chuckle, a playful smile appearing in his eyes.

Seeing him laugh at her, Su Ruoyun deliberately stretched out her foot slowly and kicked him in the thigh, like a cat with its fur standing on end, pretending to be arrogant, and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Huo Jingcheng took the opportunity to grab her little foot in his hand and squeeze it, saying, "How cute is Xiao Zhuzi."

The male voice had a slightly languid quality.

The custom-made cheongsam has an excellent drape, with the hem sliding down from the ankles to reveal a small section of the white, jade-like calves.

Her legs were beautifully shaped, her skin was delicate and smooth, her ankles were slender and bony, and her insteps were slightly raised with faint blue veins undulating.

Her feet were slender and small, white with a hint of pink, with rounded toes like pearls, and a red mole on her ankle, giving her a delicate, rosy hue.

The nude nail polish complemented her fair skin, giving it a glossy sheen.

Huo Jingcheng slowly clenched his fist in his hand, his throat extremely dry.

A red mole adorned her ankle, like a red plum blossom in the snow.

He held her small foot, then suddenly lowered his head and gently kissed the small mole.

Upon seeing this, Su Ruoyun's eyes widened, and her voice trembled as she said, "You...you're disgusting..."

Upon hearing this, Huo Jingcheng temporarily held her right foot in his rough hand, a hint of frivolity in his eyes. "Disgusting? Didn't I tell you, Xiaozhu smells good everywhere."

"..." Su Ruoyun.

Seeing that she couldn't win the argument, Su Ruoyun remained silent for a moment before changing her tune and starting a new topic: "Next time it's my birthday, you have to do what you did twenty years ago."

We can't let her be the only one feeling so ashamed.

“Okay,” Huo Jingcheng readily agreed, then raised an eyebrow, pretending to be serious in a nonchalant manner, and asked, “So, you’re going to put me on top of you?”

"..." Su Ruoyun.

Based on his words, Su Ruoyun's mind spontaneously conjured up the image of herself falling off the stool and landing on Huo Jingcheng, flashing back frame by frame in slow motion.

"Don't bring up the bed in just a few words," Su Ruoyun warned, giving him a glare.

She took her foot out of Huo Jingcheng's hand, glanced at the digital clock on the bedside table, and saw that there was only one minute left until 12:00.

Because of that one glance from her, Huo Jingcheng followed her gaze and looked at the alarm clock.

Taking advantage of his distraction, Su Ruoyun suddenly stood up, grabbed his neck, and whispered, "Happy birthday." The next second, the alarm clock on the bedside table beeped, signifying the arrival of a new day.

Happy birthday at 23:59 means I've kept your birthday in my memory all day, and it's a day's worth of thoughts and feelings for you.

Huo Jingcheng let his body press down on her, and Su Ruoyun could hardly breathe. She repeatedly raised her hand to pat his shoulder, making loud noises.

Huo Jingcheng's large hand hooked around her waist, and with a sudden flip, the two switched positions.

Long, flowing hair cascaded down his shoulders, obscuring Huo Jingcheng's captivating eyes, where the light and the beauty appeared and disappeared in his vision.

……

The next day.

Last night, the two indulged themselves and slept in late, a rare occurrence, not waking up until 10 a.m.

Knowing that a wild night was about to begin, Su Ruoyun specifically asked Aunt Li not to come over today, so that she could sleep peacefully without being disturbed.

Golden sunlight streamed from the bedroom's floor-to-ceiling windows all the way to the bedside, warm but not glaring; the summer sun was always like the runny yolk in a runny egg.

The two were good cooks, but not very good at it, so Huo Jingcheng had someone bring them Chinese food.

Michelin-starred dishes were laid out on the table.

Su Ruoyun washed some fruit and put it on an exquisite white porcelain plate. She carried the plate out of the kitchen and happened to see Huo Jingcheng.

Huo Jingcheng was wearing a casual white cotton-linen shirt. He was tall and slender, and stood casually by the floor-to-ceiling window.

A white shirt hugged his strong muscles, the sleeves rolled up several times to reveal a lean and powerful wrist, on which hung a Vacheron Constantin pendant.

Seeing that he was on the phone, Su Ruoyun did not disturb him. She sat down at the dining table, set out the tableware, and played on her phone while waiting for Huo Jingcheng.

She hadn't played any games for several days. After opening the app, she turned her phone to landscape mode, and the screen displayed two white English words—ANGER BIRDS.

Having just finished off two green pigs, Huo Jingcheng strolled into the restaurant with relaxed steps and chose a seat next to Su Ruoyun.

Seeing this, Su Ruoyun deleted the game page from her phone, turned the screen black, and placed it beside her.

After dinner, Su Ruoyun nestled on the sofa like she had no bones, put her legs between Huo Jingcheng's legs, and suddenly had a whimsical idea: "Why don't you paint my nails?"

She was very proactive; she immediately jumped off the sofa, walked to the cabinet, and took out a bottle of nude nail polish from the drawer.

Then, she returned to the sofa, handed the bottle of nude nail polish to Huo Jingcheng, and put her feet back on Huo Jingcheng's lap.

Huo Jingcheng bent down and painted her ten toenails, his expression focused.

After a while.

Su Ruoyun put her feet aside to dry, rested her head between Huo Jingcheng's legs, and stared thoughtfully at the tall buildings outside the floor-to-ceiling window. Suddenly, she blurted out a sentence.

"Is there something wrong with the company?"

Su Ruoyun rarely interfered in his business affairs, and similarly, Huo Jingcheng did not meddle in the teahouse.

She asked this question because she had just seen Huo Jingcheng answering a phone call. Not only this time, but several times before, she had seen Huo Jingcheng answering business calls, and his expression was not relaxed.

Upon hearing this, Huo Jingcheng sighed very softly, brushed the stray strands of hair from her face with his long fingers, and simply said in a casual Beijing accent, "Everything is normal, nothing's wrong."

"How could there be nothing wrong?" Although Su Ruoyun had never run a company, she knew that there were always times when the president and the directors disagreed. Apart from that, there were all sorts of other projects.

After thinking it over, she looked up and asked, "Is it my brother?"

The elder brother's reputation is indeed authoritative.