Chapter 115: A serious person, would wear clothes like this?

A flash of confusion crossed Huo Jingcheng's eyes. He didn't understand why Su Ruoyun would say this. He raised his eyebrows and asked back seriously, "How am I not serious?"

"A serious person, would wear clothes like this?"

Su Ruoyun said, gesturing across her own body.

Without exaggeration, there were more undone buttons than fastened ones.

Huo Jingcheng lowered his eyes and cast his gaze toward his chest. Under the shirt, the lines of his pectoral muscles were firm and distinct, and his abdominal muscles were faintly visible, subtly outlining a sense of power.

He didn't feel that he was being unserious at all. A hint of an innocent look rose in the man's eyes, and immediately, he cast his gaze toward Su Ruoyun, looking straight at her.

The moment she received his gaze, Su Ruoyun's mouth twitched violently. Looking at him like that, she thought she had said something heinous and excessive.

She let out an almost inaudible snort from her nasal cavity, lifted her head, and looked exactly like a proud peacock, strolling past Huo Jingcheng.

She was starving and had no time to argue with Huo Jingcheng about whether he was serious or not. Only a ghost would want to know the answer.

Bypassing the living room, Su Ruoyun walked straight to the dining room.

The dining room was set on the right side of the living room. Li Ayi had finished cooking dinner and had already left. On the dining table were the dishes she had cooked, and the air was filled with the tempting fragrance of food.

On the dining table, several home-cooked dishes were arranged neatly.

Shredded pork with Beijing sauce, steamed shrimp with garlic vermicelli, sweet and sour pork tenderloin...

Li Ayi usually left near seven o'clock. Su Ruoyun touched the wall of the white porcelain plate; it was still warm, so there was no need to reheat it.

She walked gracefully toward the kitchen, raised her hand to take a white porcelain bowl from the cupboard, and picked out a pair of chopsticks from the chopstick holder.

At this moment, a thick shadow was suddenly cast on the ground. It was a tall, slender figure, elongated by the orange-yellow light.

Her peripheral vision inadvertently swept over the man standing at the kitchen door. Her speed of taking the chopsticks slowed down, and her hand stopped in mid-air.

After taking a set of bowls and chopsticks, when she went out and passed Huo Jingcheng, Su Ruoyun stiffly threw out a sentence: "If you want to eat, go get your own bowl and chopsticks."

After speaking, she walked toward the dining table without stopping and sat down.

Hearing this, Huo Jingcheng curled his lips imperceptibly, straightened his body slightly, and took his two hands out of his pockets.

A moment later, he pulled out a chair and sat down opposite Su Ruoyun. Su Ruoyun didn't wait for him. Her fingers held the chopsticks, picked up a plump shrimp, sent it into her mouth, and then picked up a few grains of rice.

Neither of them ate fast; they were slow and methodical, with only the occasional slight sound of bowls and chopsticks colliding.

Huo Jingcheng put down his chopsticks a step earlier and used one hand to hold his phone to reply to a few emails.

By the time he finished replying to the emails, Su Ruoyun had also finished eating. She pulled out a tissue, pressed it to the corners of her lips, wiped them clean, and threw the paper ball into the trash can beside the dining table.

Huo Jingcheng's long arm rested on the back of the chair beside him, and he looked at her sideways, lazily.

The pajamas Su Ruoyun was wearing weren't the silk nightgown from before, but cotton pajamas, long-sleeved and long-legged, in pink and white tones. The pattern on the chest was an embroidered rabbit, with two soft, floppy ears hanging down, making her look obedient and cute, especially when she was eating seriously, looking exactly like a lop-eared rabbit biting a carrot in small bites.

The "well-behaved rabbit" issued an order to leave, her voice deliberately lowered, revealing a touch of indifference, "Dinner is finished, you should go back."

"I'm thirsty." Huo Jingcheng answered the question with another, placing his other hand casually on the edge of the table, tapping the tabletop rhythmically with his fingers.

"..." Su Ruoyun. She said stiffly, "Living room, go pour it yourself."

After Huo Jingcheng finished a cup of tea in the living room, Su Ruoyun issued an eviction order once again, "After finishing the tea, you should go too."

She tilted her head and glanced at the irregular wall clock on the white wall. It was already 8:30 PM, and it seemed the Huo family hadn't called even once.

Huo Jingcheng leaned forward unhurriedly, placed the cup on the coffee table, leaned back against the sofa again, and then hooked his finger at Su Ruoyun, signaling her to come over.

"What for?" Su Ruoyun asked, but her feet took a small step forward, and she stood by the coffee table.

Huo Jingcheng asked, "Are you really free this Saturday?"

Bringing up the old matter again.

Su Ruoyun lowered her eyes, staring at the empty cup on the coffee table in a daze. After pondering for a moment, she brushed him off casually, "Not free, I have things to do on Saturday."

"What things?" Huo Jingcheng pursued relentlessly. Even though he knew she was deliberately brushing him off, he insisted on a precise answer.

Su Ruoyun's eyes drifted, and she was still thinking about how to make it up when she suddenly bumped into his gaze. His hawk-like black eyes easily captured her heart.

She cleared her throat, "It seems there's nothing much, what do you want to do?"

"Take you up the mountain of knives, take you down the sea of fire." The man's tone was leisurely, bluffing with great interest.

Su Ruoyun was just about to say "Then I'm not going," when Huo Jingcheng raised his lips and spoke, his tone playful: "I'm lying to you."

"..." Su Ruoyun.

After getting the answer he wanted, Huo Jingcheng didn't stay long. Ten minutes later, Su Ruoyun sent Huo Jingcheng to the door.

Huo Jingcheng walked very slowly, one step at a time, and turned his head from time to time to glance at Su Ruoyun following behind him.

Su Ruoyun could only accompany him slowly. At the shoe cabinet in the entryway, he bent down to put on his leather shoes.

The man stood at the door, his alluring peach-blossom eyes looking over without blinking. Their gazes met in mid-air for a moment, and Su Ruoyun looked away unnaturally.

Seeing this, Huo Jingcheng reached out with his long arm and pulled her into his arms, his chest pressed tightly against her, and his sharp, thin lips touched her forehead.

The kiss was a bit caught off guard, and a bit heavy, with a clear "pop" sound.

Su Ruoyun fell into his arms, blinked blankly, and before she could react, she had been taken advantage of by him again.

Just as she wanted to raise her hand to push him away, she heard Huo Jingcheng's repeated instructions: "This Saturday, don't forget..."

Su Ruoyun was stunned for a moment, then used both hands to push his shoulders, pushing and pulling him out the door.

"Got it, got it, you're so annoying..."

As the words fell, Huo Jingcheng was pushed out the door by her.

Su Ruoyun decisively raised her hand and closed the door, and Huo Jingcheng was shut out.

Huo Jingcheng stared at the metal door for three or five seconds, curled his lips, and turned to leave only after ensuring Su Ruoyun wouldn't open the door again.

On that side, Su Ruoyun leaned against the back of the door, tilted her head slightly, and stared at the wall lamp in the entryway at a forty-five-degree angle. Because she had been staring at the light for a long time, her eyes were sore, and a drop of physiological tear welled up at the corner of her eye, winding its way down.

After staring for thirty or forty seconds, she finally reacted, raised her hand, and touched the spot where Huo Jingcheng had just kissed with the back of her hand. The lingering sensation remained. ===== CHAPTER 116 =====