Spring Night Kiss.

"Good girl, spread your legs."

Song Qingjia's mind was foggy, and she only heard this sentence.

The man's palm was burning hot, and his fingertips twitched slightly. She gasped in pain, her nails instinctively digging into his back.

He paused for a moment.

"First time?" The voice was low and husky, with a hint of surprise.

Song Qingjia ignored him and instead buried her face in his neck, hugging him tightly.

Xu Zhouye's Adam's apple bobbed, and he couldn't resist lowering his head to kiss her.

First, he lightly brushed her lips together. She didn't flinch, so he took her lower lip into his mouth and pushed his tongue inside.

Song Qingjia was kissed so hard she leaned back. He caught up with her, holding the back of her head with one hand and sliding the other up her waist.

She was wearing a black slip dress, and the straps slipped down. His lips followed, landing on her collarbone, where he gently bit her.

Song Qingjia snorted, ran her fingers through his hair, and instead of pushing him away, pressed him against her chest.

Xu Zhouye's breathing became heavy.

He pulled open the strap of the tank top and placed his palm on it.

Her skin was cool, but his palms were warm; the moment they touched, she flinched.

The spot where her thumb had rubbed felt like it was on fire. Song Qingjia bit her lip to keep herself from making a sound.

"Don't bite." He kissed her lips away, his voice muffled. "Say it out."

She didn't scream, but she couldn't help it either, her breath catching in his mouth.

He kissed her all the way down her collarbone to her lower abdomen, his tongue circling around her. Song Qingjia arched her back, her hands gripping the sheets tightly.

"Relax," he said, his tone quite gentle.

But his actions were not as gentle as his tone; they were domineering and forceful.

Song Qingjia winced in pain, but did not flinch, instead reaching out to hug his lean waist.

Xu Zhouye groaned, his forehead pressed against hers, his breath spraying all over her face.

"Say it if it hurts."

"Shut up, and hurry up if you're going to do it."

He raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "Yes, ma'am."

As soon as she finished speaking, Song Qingjia's voice broke again.

Considering it was the woman's first time, he didn't go too far.

However, while he was considerate, Song Qingjia couldn't stand this awkward feeling. She dug her nails into his back and whispered in his ear, "Didn't you eat enough?"

Xu Zhouye gasped, "You asked for it."

What followed was utterly indescribable...

Song Qingjia couldn't suppress the moans coming from her mouth, so she simply reached out and hooked her arms around the man's neck, haphazardly biting his Adam's apple, chin, and lips.

Xu Zhouye let her bite, pinching her waist and crushing her hard bones.

The woman's toes were pointed, curled up and then relaxed, as she moaned softly.

They were inseparable and passionate.

Before she fainted, Song Qingjia seemed to hear a man's sexy moan: "Tell me your name..."

But she no longer had the strength to speak.

Even if she had the strength, she wouldn't say it.

Who will tell me the name of "Dewdrop Romance"? Is it because they think life is too comfortable?

……

The sunlight was blinding.

Song Qingjia opened her eyes; the hangover headache hadn't even hit her yet, but her body was already awake.

acid.

soft.

A tingling, numbing sensation seeps out from between the bones.

She lay there motionless, but her mind began to replay the blush-inducing chaos of the previous night.

The weight of the man pressing down on her, the burning heat of his palms, the force that seemed capable of tearing her apart, and that voice.

"..."

Song Qingjia closed her eyes, her ears feeling a little hot.

Alcohol really makes things worse.

She hadn't been back to China for many years, and this job change unexpectedly gave her a three-month vacation in the countryside. Her best friend, Shen Lingyi, dragged her out for drinks, saying they wanted to make up for all the get-togethers they hadn't had in the past two years.

A group of childhood friends got together and drank until they were completely drunk.

Later, she staggered back from the bathroom and bumped into this man.

Perhaps the lights were too dazzling, or perhaps he was just too handsome for her.

In short, it has become what it is now.

but……

I have to admit, it was really awesome.

I don't know how he trained, his waist is like it has a motor, no matter how much you shout, it won't stop.

God knows how many times she was tortured.

Song Qingjia rubbed her temples and glanced at the room. Two pillows were lying on the floor, and a pile of clothes were crumpled on the carpet.

The curtains were only half drawn, and the sunlight illuminated the messy marks on the carpet.

Song Qingjia couldn't bear to look and sat up, clutching the blanket.

My body felt surprisingly refreshed, without any stickiness, and even the post-coital discomfort was much less.

She eventually fainted, and the only thing that helped clean her up was...

She paused for a moment, then turned her head to look at the person beside her.

The man lay on his side, the blanket only covering his waist, revealing a lean waistline and defined abdominal muscles. He felt amazing; she had touched him repeatedly last night, unable to put him down.

There are several red marks on her shoulder, which are also her handiwork.

He was sleeping soundly with his face buried in half of the pillow.

His profile is sharp, with high brow bones, slightly upturned thin lips, and long eyelashes. He even has a slightly roguish look when he's asleep.

The moment Song Qingjia saw the face clearly, she froze.

Xu Zhouye.

She knew him.

It's safe to say that anyone who uses the internet knows him.

The young master of the Xu family in the capital, a pampered son of a wealthy and powerful family, was truly noble and distinguished.

However, this is not the main reason why he is so popular.

He is an F1 driver, a legend in the paddock, and a three-time WDC champion. He is also the only Chinese driver to stand on the highest podium, single-handedly igniting a frenzy of racing fever in China.

She had seen his interview online; the handsome young man casually twirled the ring on his finger. When the reporter asked him if he had a girlfriend, he replied with a half-smile, "I'll spend my life with my car."

How could it be him?

Song Qingjia's surprise lasted only a second before she calmly threw off the covers and got out of bed.

The moment my foot touched the carpet, my legs went weak and I almost knelt down.

She grabbed the edge of the bed and cursed.

However, the man's outstanding performance last night can be explained, after all, the physical fitness of an F1 driver is comparable to that of a fighter pilot.

Her body was covered in marks, a red welt on her collarbone, and two purplish-blue pinch marks on her side. She glanced down; the marks on her chest were the deepest. This man had really shown no mercy.

"He's this rude to his car too?" Song Qingjia couldn't help but think to herself.

The slip dress was left at the bathroom door, one of the shoulder straps broken.

I can't wear it anymore.

Song Qingjia glanced at the man still sleeping on the bed with annoyance, bent down to pick up the white shirt he had thrown on the floor, and put it on.

It was ridiculously large; the hem almost reached her knees.

She took out his belt, fastened it around her waist, and tidied herself up. Looking at herself in the mirror, she finally looked presentable enough to go out.

It's pretty good; she's very satisfied.

As for the pants, she generously left them for him.

Song Qingjia adjusted her hair in front of the mirror, turned around, grabbed her phone and bag, and opened the door without looking back.

The corridor was so quiet that only the muffled sound of high heels on the carpet could be heard.

The door closed behind me.

She'll just consider it as sleeping with a good-looking guy; she won't lose out.

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Reading Tips:

1. The male protagonist has no real-life counterpart. If he had to be, he would be a combination of 44163363.

2. Both are clean, both are clean, both are clean. I won't say more. The author can't accept either of them having any exes or ambiguous relationships right now.

3. There are many unofficial arrangements in the paddock, so car enthusiasts shouldn't take them too seriously.

4. This is a purely sweet and lighthearted story, a work of pure imagination. It is recommended not to read it with your brain.