Chapter 164: Oranges bamboo

The orange was full and juicy, and Su Ruoyun got her hands covered in juice. Thinking the wet wipes wouldn't clean it off, she got up from the sofa and went to the kitchen to wash her hands.

By the time she came back after washing her hands, Huo Jingcheng hadn't eaten a single bite of the orange.

Su Ruoyun paced back slowly and sat half-on the sofa, her waist pressing against Huo Jingcheng's sturdy and powerful thighs, "Why aren't you eating it?"

Huo Jingcheng lowered his eyes, examining the orange slice in his hand unobtrusively for a moment, "Xiao Chengzi eating an orange?"

His voice was low and hoarse, his tone rising slightly.

"Why not? Xiaozhuzi eats oranges too, right?" Su Ruoyun gave him an example with reason and evidence, then leaned over, pulled a tissue from the tissue box on the coffee table, and wiped her hands in a leisurely manner.

A hint of a lazy smile overflowed from the depths of Huo Jingcheng's pitch-black eyes. He deliberately dug a hole for her to jump into, looking at her with great interest, "Then does Xiaozhuzi want to eat Xiao Chengzi?"

Su Ruoyun, hearing his malicious subtext, turned back and gave Huo Jingcheng a warning sidelong glance.

A look of innocence appeared on Huo Jingcheng's handsome face, and he leaned his arms lazily behind his head.

Mentioning the nickname Xiao Chengzi, Su Ruoyun curiously asked Huo Jingcheng what she was saved as in his phone.

She blinked, her round apricot eyes filled with curiosity.

Huo Jingcheng refused to say, looking unfathomable, pretending to be mysterious, which made Su Ruoyun's heart itch even more.

Su Ruoyun's clear, bright, glass-like eyes rolled around, and she played a little trick, wanting to take it and see for herself.

She squinted at Huo Jingcheng thoughtfully, her gaze lingering on his face, and suddenly, she raised her hand and reached straight toward Huo Jingcheng's pocket; the phone was hidden in his pocket.

Unexpectedly, Huo Jingcheng suddenly turned to the side, his back leaning against the chair, and avoided her cleanly.

Su Ruoyun couldn't control her force and fell into his arms, the two of them embracing fully, burying her head in his warm chest.

She wrinkled her nose and easily smelled the alcohol on him, which made her three parts drunk too.

"Why won't you let me see?" Su Ruoyun didn't push too hard, just raised her head and asked slowly.

"Afraid you'll be embarrassed again."

The man's long fingers brushed the hair stuck to her cheek and tucked it behind her ear. His rough fingertips brushed against her earlobe, causing an indescribable itch.

He lowered his head and kissed her reddened earlobe.

Compared to before, his voice was even lower and slower.

In the middle of the night, reflecting the dim light, Su Ruoyun heard a hint of lingering affection.

"How could I be embarrassed? I'm the least embarrassed person." She insisted on raising her small face to refute, completely forgetting the shyness she felt when they called each other brother and sister last time.

The next second, a powerful arm rested on Su Ruoyun's lower back, her body lifted into the air for a moment, and she was pulled and hugged into a hard, warm embrace.

She subconsciously wanted to struggle, but the rough hand hooked around her thigh applied a little force, the palm pressing against her straight, slender legs.

The two of them lay on the sofa, one inside and one outside.

"Really won't be embarrassed?" Huo Jingcheng lowered his head to look down at her, his nose almost touching Su Ruoyun's, his clingy gaze slowly scanning down from her beautiful eyes, spreading one by one: high nose bridge, delicate nose tip...

"Won't be." Su Ruoyun affirmed, climbing onto his shoulders and saying coquettishly: "Let me see~"

Hearing her coquettishness, Huo Jingcheng's signature peach-blossom eyes finally bloomed with a smile, his thin lips curled slightly, deliberately changing the subject, "Our Zhuzi is so fragrant."

As he spoke, he lowered his head, buried himself in Su Ruoyun's neck, and sniffed hard. The dark fragrance rushed toward him, the rose scent rich and charming, and he sighed: "Why is it so fragrant everywhere?"

He whispered in Su Ruoyun's ear, his words soul-stirring.

Su Ruoyun was unmoved, only wanting to see the note, "I want to see."

Upon hearing this, Huo Jingcheng straightened his body, hugged Su Ruoyun between his legs with both large hands, and sat sideways, "Fine, let's go back to the room and see."

As his voice fell, his two hands acted separately, one hooking her knees, the other wrapping around her waist, lifting her up horizontally.

Su Ruoyun's eyelashes trembled, her long, curled lashes casting a thick shadow on her eyelids, and her hands subconsciously hugged his broad shoulders.

Huo Jingcheng held her with both hands, revealing a section of thin, powerful wrist bone, and then strode toward the bedroom.

There was a big event tomorrow, so Huo Jingcheng didn't mess around too much. Before going to sleep, he was still thinking about the dangling braid hairstyle, and when he handed his phone to Su Ruoyun, he didn't forget to remind her.

Su Ruoyun took the phone while replying perfunctorily: "Got it, got it."

After she pressed the screen to light it up, the lock screen wallpaper was a photo of her; she didn't know when he had taken it.

It was a photo from the suburban ranch last time. In the wallpaper, she was heroic, wearing a hat and black riding boots.

Su Ruoyun asked: "What's the password?"

"1107." Huo Jingcheng said while stepping toward the bathroom.

November 7th, Start of Winter, Su Ruoyun's birthday.

After successfully entering the password, she first went to WeChat to check. The pinned chat was visible at a glance, and she found it was just a normal 【Xiaozhuzi】.

She slid out of WeChat with little interest and tapped into the contacts.

After entering her own phone number, a string of English letters popped up.

——orange'sbamboo.

【Xiao Chengzi's Xiaozhuzi】 Su Ruoyun translated silently in her heart.

When Huo Jingcheng walked out of the bathroom, Su Ruoyun's two porcelain-white little feet were stepping on the sofa, admiring the night view.

The woman's slightly curly black hair was messily stuck to her neck, making her skin look exceptionally fair. Half of the floor-to-ceiling window was open, and a thin nightgown was blown by the wind, outlining her slender waist, the hem of the skirt swaying slowly, making people's hearts chaotic.

Huo Jingcheng looked at her slender back, narrowed his long, narrow eyes, and stepped toward her unhurriedly.

Su Ruoyun's hearing was sensitive, and the faint footsteps entered her ears. The moment she turned her head, her eyes caught Huo Jingcheng's figure.

Huo Jingcheng also learned from her, stepping barefoot onto the velvet sofa, half-squatting beside Su Ruoyun, his left hand pressing on the sofa armrest, his right wrist resting on his knee.

From a distance, Huo Jingcheng's height was an inch shorter than hers.

In the silence, Su Ruoyun suddenly popped out a sentence, her two hands pinching the back of the sofa, and said slowly: "I saw it."

Huo Jingcheng turned his head to look, and sure enough, his phone had been placed on the bedside table.

He raised his hand unhurriedly, his large palm stroking Su Ruoyun's lower leg. Her lower leg had no calf muscle, straight and slender, and the touch was smooth and greasy.

"Saw what?" Huo Jingcheng twitched his lips, speaking in a leisurely manner: "My Xiaozhuzi."

A double entendre.

His voice was truly nonchalant. ===== CHAPTER 165 =====