Chapter 80

Children have a big forgetfulness. For Su Ruoyun, it was just an episode of an unremarkable day in this five-year-old year, and it didn't leave a deep impression on her. In the cracks of memory, it could be found, and it could also be drowned.

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As her thoughts gradually gathered, Su Ruoyun raised her eyes and bumped into Huo Jingcheng's deep eyes unexpectedly.

When their eyes met, an inexplicable sense of guilt rose in her heart, and her cheeks felt hot.

Was she really like this when she was young?

She answered herself silently in her heart: It seems so.

With panic hidden in her beautiful eyes, Su Ruoyun hurriedly shifted her gaze, her eyes wandering in the air, turning her face away, her gaze fixed on the blue and white porcelain vase on the long table, emptying her line of sight.

Watching her panicked and guilty look, a smile overflowed in his deep, pitch-black peach blossom eyes, and Huo Jingcheng pulled his thin lips: "Remembered?"

As he said this, the large hand with distinct joints slid down from Su Ruoyun's waist, his hands crossed, pillowing behind his head casually, his posture lazy, and it could be seen that he was in a very good mood: "A little girl at such a young age, not learning well, and playing hooligan on me."

Hearing this, Su Ruoyun widened her eyes, not expecting him to be so black and white, and denied it: "I didn't, I..."

She explained dryly: "I... I was doing that to express gratitude."

This was the truth, the truth that both of them knew well, but Huo Jingcheng deliberately misinterpreted her meaning.

A trace of imperceptible playfulness flashed in the man's eyes, he raised his chin slightly, and his gaze fell on the dazzling crystal chandelier at a forty-five-degree angle.

The white light poured down from the lamp, reflecting his handsome face with distinct contours without reservation.

Huo Jingcheng deliberately dragged the word "Oh" very long, and his words were full of meaning: "So Miss Su's way of expressing gratitude is to kiss other people's faces."

"That was all when I was young. I was only five years old. A five-year-old child doesn't have the concept of men and women being different. You are such a big person, and you still have to hold on to the matter of a five-year-old little girl?"

Su Ruoyun really couldn't understand why a big man like him kept holding on to this point all day long.

She was angry, and her two hands hung naturally by her sides powerlessly.

The next second, she only heard Huo Jingcheng say: "That was my true first kiss."

His expression was very serious.

Su Ruoyun frowned, rolled her eyes not too big, and retorted unpleasantly: "I didn't kiss your mouth, what are you pulling about the first kiss."

She was so angry that she gritted her teeth and didn't want to look at this annoying person in front of her anymore. Her gaze looked far away at the lights of the high-rise buildings outside the floor-to-ceiling window, which dotted the entire Sijiucheng, intertwining with the starlight twinkling in the night sky.

Although the scenery was good, it was difficult to calm the anger in her heart.

Huo Jingcheng argued unhurriedly: "That won't do, as long as the mouth touches, that's my first kiss."

As the words fell, Su Ruoyun turned her head, stared at his handsome face quietly for a few seconds, and a light hum overflowed from her nasal cavity.

"So chaste," she commented indifferently, and then added: "If the city evaluates 'chaste male model' later, I will definitely vote for you."

As the words fell, Su Ruoyun didn't want to say anything more to him, and was about to stand up, but her waist tightened suddenly, and a large hand wrapped around like a vine, as if wanting to pull her into sinking.

In the swaying light, a low and mellow male voice sounded in the quiet lounge: "I have to keep myself clean for my future wife. You took away my first kiss like this, how should I explain it to her."

Su Ruoyun turned her head halfway, glanced at him unhurriedly, as if asking casually: "Then what do you want to do?"

The large hand reached back carefully, pressed her tailbone, Huo Jingcheng hooked her back toward his direction slowly, and his thin lips parted slightly: "Let me kiss back"

"You are dreaming." She blurted out: "Dead pervert, still want to haggle with a little girl."

Seeing her righteous indignation, Huo Jingcheng raised his eyebrows, and said clearly word by word: "Was it you who took the initiative to kiss me, was it without my consent that you kissed me, then like this, I'm looking for you to settle accounts, what's wrong with that?"

Each question left Su Ruoyun speechless. The words made sense, but the facts were completely different.

Seeing that he wouldn't let her go without a kiss, she bit her lip, closed her eyes as if looking at death as home, and squeezed a sentence from her lips: "Then you kiss back."

Hearing this, Huo Jingcheng was stunned, his eyes moved, his gaze swept across her exquisite face, and his voice suddenly went hoarse: "Are you sure?"

"Hmm." Su Ruoyun cleared her throat and turned her right face over, the bones on her slender neck obvious.

At first glance, her face was calm and waveless, as if she didn't care at all, but if you observed carefully, you could easily capture the trembling of her closed eyelids.

Huo Jingcheng stared at the right face she revealed, without blinking, and didn't move for a long time.

Su Ruoyun was a bit impatient waiting. Her slender eyebrows frowned slightly. She originally wanted to turn her head and ask him why he was so dawdling. Just at the moment of turning her head, she happened to meet Huo Jingcheng leaning close without warning: "You—" hurry up.

Thin lips touched the lips.

Su Ruoyun's brain exploded with a "boom", and for a time she forgot to react, her mouth opened slightly unconsciously, she was already dumbfounded.

Seeing this, Huo Jingcheng pulled his head back, coughed twice, and didn't expect such a coincidence. His tongue rolled around his lower lip, as if savoring it, and reminded: "You turned over yourself."

Su Ruoyun knew that she turned over herself, but it was precisely because of this that she felt more and more depressed the more she thought about it, as if a ball of messy hemp was tightening in her heart.

Seeing her lowering her eyes and covering her eyebrows, drooping her head in dejection, Huo Jingcheng reached into the cheongsam extremely naturally, hooked Su Ruoyun's popliteal fossa, rubbed it carefully, and his fingertips were full of delicate touch.

He lowered his voice, but couldn't hide the lazy tone, and slowly 'coaxed': "It's just a kiss on the mouth, it's no big deal. Being taken advantage of by you, I didn't get angry, what are you angry about yourself..."

After saying it back and forth for about a minute, Su Ruoyun didn't respond, but instead, he made himself thirsty. While putting down his right leg that was resting on the low table, he reached for the red wine glass on the desktop, and his right hand was always hooking her popliteal fossa.

Su Ruoyun was like a malfunctioning robot, turning her head slowly. The depression in her heart surged like a tide, so she simply broke the jar and broke it, expressionless, making her whole person appear excessively calm: "Your thing is poking me."

The red wine glass had just reached her thin lips. She tilted her head slightly, and a mouthful of red wine that had just entered her throat choked in her mouth, and the spiciness instantly permeated.

Huo Jingcheng was shocked by her bold statement, and a series of rapid coughs came from the lounge: "Cough, cough, cough, cough..."