Love In Fallen City

Chapter 8

At the end of November, Jeon Jungkook indeed sent a telegram from Hong Kong. The whole Gangnam had circulated the telegram, and the old lady just called Lisa over and handed her the telegram. There were only a few words: "Please come to Hong Kong. The boat ticket has been arranged by Tongjilong."

Old Mrs. Kim sighed and said, "Since you are asked to go, just go!" Is she so mean? Tears fell from her eyes. As she cried, she suddenly lost her self-control. She found that she could no longer bear it. In one autumn, she had aged two years - she couldn't stand aging! So she left home for Hong Kong for the second time. This time, she had lost the joyful feeling of adventure she had last time. She failed. Of course, women like to be subdued, but that is limited to a certain range. If she was purely conquered by Jeon Jungkook's demeanour and charm, that would be another story, but there was also family pressure mixed in - the most painful element.

Jeon Jungkook met her at the pier in the drizzle. He said his green glass raincoat looked like a bottle, and added, "a medicine bottle." She thought he was mocking her weakness, but he whispered, "You are the medicine that heals me." She blushed and rolled her eyes at him.

He reserved the original room for her. That night, when she returned to her room, it was already two o'clock. After putting on her evening makeup in the bathroom and turning off the lights, she remembered that the light switch in her room was installed at the head of the bed, so she had to grope her way over. She tripped over a pair of leather shoes on the floor and almost fell. Just as she was blaming herself for not putting away her shoes properly, someone on the bed suddenly laughed and said, "Don't be scared! It's my shoe."

Lisa paused for a moment and asked, "What are you doing here?" Jungkook said, "I've always wanted to see the moon from your window. It's clearer from this side of the room than from that side."

...The phone call that night was indeed from him-it was not a dream! He loved her. This vicious man, he loved her, but he treated her no better than this! She could not help but feel chilled, turned around and walked to the dressing table. The thin moon at the end of November was just a white hook, like frost on the glass window.

However, there was a little moonlight on the sea, reflected in the window, and the thin light illuminated the mirror. Lisa slowly took off the hairnet, messed up her hair, and the hairpins fell to the ground with a clang. She put on the hairnet again, held the tip of the hairnet tightly in her mouth, frowned, squatted down and picked up the hairpins one by one. Jungkook had already walked behind her barefoot, put one hand on her head, turned her face over, and kissed her mouth. The hairnet slid to the ground.

This was the first time he kissed her, but they both doubted whether it was the first time, because it had happened countless times in their imagination. They had had many opportunities before - the right environment, the right mood. He had thought about it, and she had considered the possibility.

However, both of them were shrewd people, and they calculated too carefully and never dared to take risks. Now that it suddenly became a reality, they were both confused. Lisa felt that her body had turned around and fell on the mirror, with her vest pressed tightly against the cold mirror.

His mouth never left hers. He pushed her towards the mirror, and they seemed to fall into the mirror, into another dim world, cold and hot, with wild sparks burning their bodies.

The next day, he told her that he would go to England in a week. She asked him to take her with him, but he said that was impossible. He suggested that he rent a house for her in Hong Kong and wait for a year or so, and then he would come back. If she wanted to live in Seoul, it was up to her. Of course, she didn't want to go back to Seoul.

The people at home - the farther away from them, the better. Staying alone in Hong Kong, the more lonely it would be. The question was whether the situation would change when he came back. That was all up to him. Could a week's love hold his heart? But on the other hand, Jungkook was a person with no perseverance. Such a quick meeting and separation did not give him the chance to get tired of her, which might be good for her. A week is often more memorable than a year. ...