Kyoto kisses her

Chapter 88 Are you a dog? You're always in heat?
Su Ruoyun felt as if a heavy hammer had struck her brain, making a loud "boom." Her fair cheeks suddenly flushed red, burning hot, all the way to her ears. "You... what nonsense are you talking about?"

As she spoke, she raised her hand and pushed Huo Jingcheng's shoulder forcefully, struggling to get off between his legs, but...

In her panic, she lost her bearings and accidentally slapped his neck. Fortunately, Su Ruoyun didn't use much force; she just gave him a light shake.

But when the crisp "smack" echoed through the room, she was still stunned for a moment. She looked down at her reddened palm, blinked, and looked somewhat bewildered and confused.

This action seemed to echo what Huo Jingcheng had just said—as if she was only this domineering in front of him.

Su Ruoyun subconsciously lifted her eyelids, glancing timidly at Huo Jingcheng. Her eyes met his, deep and unfathomable gaze, fixed on her with great interest, as if to say, "See?"

She was startled by her own thoughts, swallowed hard, and unconsciously lowered her eyes.

Her long eyelashes cast a deep shadow on her eyelids, fluttering like butterfly wings. Her heart was beating very, very fast; all she could hear was the deafening sound of her heartbeat.

Outside the window is the night of Shanghai, with its lights twinkling, outlining the unique prosperity and hustle and bustle of the metropolis.

As she slapped him, Huo Jingcheng leaned back, tilting his head slightly. The moonlight illuminated his sharply defined jawline. He casually rested his elbow on the armrest of the sofa, while the large hand wrapped around her waist showed no sign of letting go, effortlessly pressing on her tailbone.

Unlike Su Ruoyun's bewilderment, his expression was calm and composed, with a lazy smile playing on his lips, a confident yet ambiguous smile, as if he could control everything in the world at his fingertips.

"And you still say you're fearless?"

The man's voice was languid, with a hint of nonchalant teasing.

Upon hearing this, Su Ruoyun's eyes widened, her neck stiffened, and even her ears turned red, but she still stubbornly insisted, "No!"

She's all talk and no action, even when she's in the wrong. That's pretty much the best way to describe her.

"Okay, no." Huo Jingcheng readily changed his mind without hesitation.

Words of indulgence only make the truth more obvious.

As Huo Jingcheng spoke, he stretched out his long arm, grabbed the back of her head with his large hand, and pulled her close to him with a little force. The two of them were pressed tightly together, their breaths brushing against her hair, carrying a unique ambiguity.

The movement came suddenly and unexpectedly, and darkness abruptly swallowed up all vision.

Su Ruoyun buried her face in his firm chest, her voice muffled and weak as she mumbled, "What are you doing?"

Before she could finish speaking, she froze, then snapped angrily, "Are you a dog? Always in heat?"

The voice echoed in the room.

"How did you know that? How do you know me so well?"

Huo Jingcheng realized he had overlooked the last four words and deliberately misinterpreted her meaning.

As he spoke, he pressed her waist and bent her calves, and in an instant, their sitting positions were completely reversed, and Su Ruoyun softly straddled his lap.

He lured you step by step, his eyes seductive, his voice deep and magnetic: "If someone else hugged you like this, would you accept it? Or is it that only when I hug you like this can you accept it?"

His questions were so seductive that they made people involuntarily follow his carefully laid lines of thought, gradually leading them astray.

Su Ruoyun pursed her lips, refusing to give in. Seeing this, Huo Jingcheng raised his hand to support the back of her head, tilted his head slightly, and his hot breath was already spraying on her face. He lowered his head to kiss her.

The distance between the two gradually closed, and an ambiguous atmosphere permeated the air.

Huo Jingcheng deliberately slowed down his movements, giving Su Ruoyun ample time to resist. Every deliberately slowed-down action seemed to be stretched out infinitely.

This only made her more nervous and flustered, her eyelashes fluttering nervously between her eyelashes like startled butterflies.

Just as the man's thin lips were about to touch hers.

In the blink of an eye, the doorbell rang, shattering the ensuing romantic atmosphere.

Huo Jingcheng went to open the door.

As the man released her and walked towards the door, Su Ruoyun slumped onto the sofa, letting out a sigh of relief.

She turned her head, picked up the bottled water that was placed on the coffee table, unscrewed the cap, and took two sips.

Only after the cool water entered her throat did Su Ruoyun gradually calm down and stop her rapid heartbeat.

The person who rang the doorbell was Huo Jingcheng's assistant, Lin Cheng, who was carrying a designer handbag. He had rushed back to the hotel as soon as he got the handbag from the police.

He looked up and caught a glimpse of his boss's cold and stern face. His heart skipped a beat, and he instantly realized that he had probably ruined his boss's "good deed." He swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue and dared not say another word.

Lin Cheng carefully stepped forward, respectfully handed over the designer bag, and then hurriedly said goodbye to Huo Jingcheng.

Huo Jingcheng's slender fingers hooked the metal chain of the handbag, making a soft sound. He closed the door behind him and walked slowly to her. "Take a look, is anything missing?"

Su Ruoyun reached out and took the bag, unzipped it, and carefully checked the contents to make sure nothing was missing before zipping it up.

She looked up and met Huo Jingcheng's eyes. Their gazes met in mid-air. She pursed her lips. She was mostly thanks to Huo Jingcheng for finding the bag. Su Ruoyun wasn't the kind of person who would forget kindness. She thanked him.

Huo Jingcheng said, "If you want to express your gratitude, why not treat me to a meal?"

"..." Su Ruoyun.

She had never seen anyone ask another person to treat them to a meal.

However, since the bag had just been found and was still in Huo Jingcheng's room, she felt too embarrassed to just abandon it. After hesitating for a moment, in this slightly awkward atmosphere, she nodded as if she were inexplicably agreeing.

Huo Jingcheng immediately followed up with, "When?"

Her eyes flickered, and she subconsciously avoided his gaze, saying softly, "Some other time, when I'm free."

"Another day" means 108,000 years from now.

Huo Jingcheng remained unmoved, a cryptic chuckle escaping his chest, a sound that was both mocking and sarcastic: "When is 'another day'? Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day after that... or tonight, right now?"

He paused for a moment, then lifted his eyelids and looked directly at her: "Are you inviting me to your room for dinner?"

Just now, when we were in the elevator, Su Ruoyun ordered takeout, and Huo Jingcheng saw it.