Kyoto kisses her

Chapter 80 Your thing is poking me.
Children have short memories. For Su Ruoyun, it was just a trivial incident on an insignificant day when she was five years old. It did not leave a deep impression on her. It could be found in the gaps of her memory, or it could be buried.

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As her thoughts gradually came together, Su Ruoyun looked up and unexpectedly met Huo Jingcheng's deep gaze.

As their eyes met, a strange, inexplicable feeling of guilt welled up inside her, and her cheeks flushed.

Was she really like that when she was a child?

She silently answered herself: It seems so.

Panic flickered in her beautiful eyes. Su Ruoyun quickly averted her gaze, her eyes darting through the air. She turned her face away, fixing her gaze on the blue-and-white porcelain vase on the long table, trying to clear her mind.

Seeing her flustered and guilty appearance, a hint of a smile appeared in his deep, dark eyes. Huo Jingcheng tugged at his thin lips and asked, "You remember now?"

As he spoke, his large, well-defined hand slid down from Su Ruojun's waist, crossed his arms, and casually rested his head on his hands, looking relaxed. It was clear that he was in a good mood. "A young girl like you, not learning anything good, is already acting like a hooligan towards me."

Upon hearing this, Su Ruoyun's eyes widened, not expecting him to twist the truth like this. She vehemently denied it, saying, "I didn't, I..."

She explained dryly, "I...I did that to express my gratitude."

These were the truths, the truths that both of them knew perfectly well, but Huo Jingcheng deliberately misinterpreted her meaning.

A barely perceptible glint of amusement flashed in the man's eyes. He slightly raised his chin, his gaze following a 45-degree angle to the dazzling crystal chandelier.

The incandescent light poured down from the lamp, illuminating his handsome, well-defined face without reservation.

Huo Jingcheng deliberately dragged out the "oh" sound, his words carrying a deeper meaning: "So, Miss Su's way of expressing gratitude is to kiss someone's cheek."

"That was all when I was little. I was only five years old. Five-year-olds don't have a concept of gender differences. You're an adult, why are you still holding onto the issue of a five-year-old girl?"

Su Ruoyun really couldn't understand why this grown man would dwell on such a small matter all the time.

He was fuming, his hands hanging limply at his sides.

The next second, Huo Jingcheng said, "That was my first real kiss."

He looked very serious.

Su Ruoyun frowned, rolled her eyes slightly, and retorted irritably, "I didn't kiss you on the lips, so what's with this talk about first kiss?"

She gritted her teeth in anger, not wanting to look at this annoying person in front of her anymore. Her gaze drifted to the floor-to-ceiling window, where the lights of the skyscrapers adorned the entire city of Beijing, reflecting the twinkling starlight in the night sky.

The beautiful scenery was lovely, but it couldn't quell the anger in her heart.

Huo Jingcheng calmly retorted, "That won't do. Once our lips touch, that's my first kiss."

As soon as she finished speaking, Su Ruoyun turned her head and stared at his handsome face for a few seconds before letting out a soft hum.

"So chaste," she commented casually, then added, "If the city holds a 'Chastity Male Model' contest, I'll definitely vote for you." With that, Su Ruoyun didn't want to say anything more to him. Just as she was about to stand up, her waist suddenly tightened, and a large hand wrapped around her like a vine, as if trying to pull her down into depravity.

In the flickering lights, a deep, mellow male voice echoed in the quiet lounge, "I'm going to remain chaste for my future wife, and you've just stolen my first kiss. How am I supposed to explain this to her?"

Su Ruoyun turned her head slightly, glanced at him unhurriedly, and asked casually, "So what are you going to do?"

His large hand gently reached behind her, pressing on her tailbone. Huo Jingcheng slowly pulled her back towards him, his thin lips parting slightly: "Let me kiss you back."

"You're dreaming." She blurted out, "You pervert, arguing with a little girl."

Seeing her indignant, Huo Jingcheng raised his eyebrows and said clearly, word by word, "Did you kiss me first? Did you kiss me without my consent? In that case, is it wrong for me to settle accounts with you?"

Each question left Su Ruoyun speechless. The questions made perfect sense, but the truth was quite different.

Seeing his expression that he wouldn't let her leave until she kissed him, she bit her lip, closed her eyes with a death-defying resolve, and squeezed out a sentence: "Then kiss me back."

Upon hearing this, Huo Jingcheng paused, his eyes flashing as his gaze swept over her delicate face. His voice suddenly became hoarse: "Are you sure?"

"Hmm." Su Ruoyun cleared her throat and turned her right cheek to the side, revealing the prominent muscles and bones on her slender neck.

At first glance, her face appeared calm and expressionless, as if she didn't care at all. But upon closer inspection, one could easily detect the slight trembling of her slightly closed eyelids.

Huo Jingcheng stared intently at her right cheek, unblinking for a long time without making a move.

Su Ruoyun was getting a little annoyed waiting. Her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly. She was about to turn around and ask him why he was taking so long when, without warning, she met Huo Jingcheng's close approach. "You—" Hurry up.

Thin lips pressed against lips.

Su Ruoyun's mind went blank for a moment, and she was so stunned that she forgot to react. Her mouth opened slightly involuntarily. She was dumbfounded.

Seeing this, Huo Jingcheng turned his head back, coughed twice, and didn't expect such a coincidence. He rolled his tongue around his lower lip as if savoring the memory, and reminded him, "You turned around by yourself."

Su Ruoyun knew that she had transferred the account herself, but that was precisely why she became more and more depressed, as if a tangled mess was getting tighter and tighter in her heart.

Seeing her lower her eyes and cover her brows, her head drooping dejectedly, Huo Jingcheng naturally reached into the cheongsam, hooked Su Ruoyun's knees, and gently caressed them, his fingertips filled with a delicate touch.

He lowered his voice, but couldn't hide his habitually lazy tone, and slowly coaxed, "It's just a kiss on the lips, it's no big deal. I'm not even angry that you took advantage of me, why are you angry..."

They talked back and forth for about a minute, but Su Ruoyun didn't respond. Instead, he said he was thirsty, put down his right leg which was on the low table, reached for the wine glass on the table, and kept his right hand hooked behind her knee.

Like a malfunctioning robot, Su Ruoyun slowly turned her head back, her frustration surging like a tide. She decided to give up and remained expressionless, appearing excessively calm. "Your thing is poking me."

The wine glass had just reached my thin lips when I tilted my head back slightly. A mouthful of wine that had just entered my throat suddenly choked me, the spiciness spreading instantly throughout my mouth.

Huo Jingcheng was taken aback by her bold statement, and a series of rapid coughs echoed in the lounge, "Cough cough cough cough..."

(End of this chapter)