Kyoto kisses her

Chapter 185 So you like it on the right?
Huo Jingcheng's narrow, almond-shaped eyes drooped slightly, habitually squinting, his ambiguous smile adding a touch of frivolity to his expression.

He raised an eyebrow meaningfully and said, "There was supposed to be a fireworks show, but I overheard someone outside the door saying they weren't really looking forward to it, so the fireworks show was canceled."

Huo Jingcheng even let out a sigh, sounding extremely regretful.

"Hey, hey, who are you talking about?"

Su Ruoyun used a silver fork to poke at the spaghetti in the white porcelain plate. The spaghetti was evenly coated with meat sauce, making a few crisp smacking sounds.

Seeing his veiled insults, she angrily shouted, "Stop slandering me! I didn't do anything wrong!" She gave up all hope.

Just then, there was a knock on the door of the private room. Three rhythmic knocks made Su Ruoyun stop talking and secretly glared at Huo Jingcheng.

With a smile, the pastry chef entered the private room carrying a Chocolate Box. He placed the black wooden box on the table and opened it, revealing a variety of chocolates neatly arranged inside. The pastry chef then introduced the four different flavors of chocolate.

Su Ruoyun picked up a chocolate; it was grapefruit flavored, the refreshing aroma of grapefruit blending with the rich taste of chocolate. She found it delicious and gave one to Huo Jingcheng.

Huo Jingcheng frowned almost imperceptibly, but out of consideration for Su Ruoyun, he opened his mouth and took a bite.

The chocolate box was packed up and taken away.

The hotel and restaurant weren't far apart, and Su Ruojun suddenly felt like walking back to the hotel. She put the chocolate box in the car and had the driver take it with him. The two of them walked hand in hand along the Huangpu River, strolling along the Bund.

She walked for a while, then refused to walk any further.

For tonight's date, Su Ruoyun specially chose a pair of six-centimeter stilettos to match a white silk dress.

It was beautiful, but incredibly tedious. She complained of the pain and decisively took off her shoes, asking him to carry her on his back.

Su Ruoyun opened her arms and waited quietly for Huo Jingcheng's back.

Huo Jingcheng stared at her silently for a moment, a faint smile appearing on his thin lips. He then bent down, picked up the high heels from the ground, and hooked the heels with two fingers.

Instead of squatting down, he reached out with one hand, hooking his strong arm under Su Ruoyun's buttocks. With a little effort, he easily lifted her up with one hand, like holding a small baby, and held her in his arms.

The man's arms were strong and powerful, giving people a sense of security and reliance.

Caught off guard, Su Ruoyun was lifted into the air by her toes, towering above the crowd, and couldn't help but let out a soft gasp.

She instinctively leaned forward, resting her head on Huo Jingcheng's shoulder, her arms wrapped around his neck, interlocking at the back of her neck, as if afraid of falling and crashing to the ground.

And so, Huo Jingcheng, carrying his high heels in one hand and holding Su Ruojun in the other, walked steadily forward.

Dusk was falling, the lights were dim, the moonlight was hazy, and the stars twinkled.

A gentle night breeze ruffled her hair and tugged at the hem of his clothes.

Even while being held, Su Ruoyun was restless, her little hands fiddling with his precious buttons.

Huo Jingcheng wore a black silk shirt, high-quality and fine, with a leather belt around her waist that easily outlined her perfect figure with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. An expensive watch was worn close to her thighs.

Huo Jingcheng was unusually wearing a pair of flat glasses today, with thin gold wire frames that accentuated his cold, angular features, giving him the look of a refined scoundrel.

Su Ruoyun was itching to see it.

About ten minutes later, he carried her into the hotel lobby. The lights suddenly blazed on, casting their shadows on the gleaming marble floor.

The waiters were all perceptive; they all lowered their heads, not daring to look too closely, and pretended to be very busy.

Huo Jingcheng ignored the passing guests, while Su Ruoyun blushed and buried her head in his neck, saying shyly, "Put me down."

As she spoke, she swung her leg, kicking up a ripple in the irregular hem of her ruffled skirt.

"I won't let go." He was stubborn. Su Ruoyun gently persuaded him, "They're all watching us."

"Who saw it?" After saying that, Huo Jingcheng pretended to look around, casually glancing at the viewer, and said in a lazy tone, "Nobody saw it."

"..." Su Ruoyun.

She thought to herself: "You're speaking so loudly, who would dare to look at you?"

Fortunately, no one was sharing the elevator with them.

When they reached the room door, Huo Jingcheng didn't have any free hands, so Su Ruoyun bent down and groped him.

Noticing her hand heading straight back, about to touch his sensitive area, Huo Jingcheng's eyes darkened slightly, his voice low and husky, carrying an almost imperceptible danger: "Where are you touching?"

Confused by his question, Su Ruoyun looked up at him and asked, "Didn't you say it was in your pocket?"

He didn't say it was in his back pocket.

Huo Jingcheng helplessly suggested, "It's on the right in front."

She gave a soft "oh," the last syllable lingering in the air.

Soon, Su Ruoyun found the room card, swiped it to enter the room. The entrance door was 2.5 meters high, so she had to bend down a little and lean against Huo Jingcheng's neck, looking at his angular profile. Su Ruoyun had a wicked idea.

"So... you like it on the right side."

Upon hearing this, Huo Jingcheng tightened his grip on her leg, his dark pupils reflecting the corridor lights, his gaze unfathomable.

Su Ruoyun sensed a hint of danger, patted his shoulder, and signaled that she wanted to get down.

Huo Jingcheng readily agreed and put her down.

The moment Su Ruoyun's feet touched the ground, she turned to run away, but Huo Jingcheng grabbed her arm.

The two leaned close, their warm breaths wafting over each other, their glasses fogging up, concealing their two impeccable faces behind the mist.

Huo Jingcheng restrained himself and stepped back an inch, his breath coming in short gasps. He then raised his hand to remove his fogged-up glasses, cupped Su Ruoyun's face in his hands, and kissed her again, his thumbs gently stroking her cheeks.

The kiss, seemingly gentle, was actually domineering, pinning her against the door and forbidding her to move.

……

Jingqi's wedding was on the afternoon of the second day, an outdoor lawn wedding.

Huo Jingcheng didn't let the driver drive; he got into the driver's seat himself in the black Mercedes.

To make driving easier, the man took off his suit jacket and threw it into the back seat. He removed his platinum cufflinks, rolled up his shirt cuffs to reveal a section of his slender and strong forearm, with the pale blue veins on his inner wrist standing out. His large hands had distinct knuckles and a strong presence.

His effortless driving with one hand completely captivated Su Ruoyun.

Compared to yesterday's haute couture gown, Su Ruoyun wore an unremarkable white shirt dress today, with a black leather belt around her waist and very light makeup.

July is the height of summer, with temperatures reaching as high as 35°C.

As the ceremony reached its emotional climax, both sets of parents went on stage. Su Ruoyun's tears fell like broken pearls, large drops rolling down her cheeks and landing on Huo Jingcheng's hand.

He looked up, offering the tissue while secretly thinking: I must cancel this part on my wedding day in the future.

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