Spring Night Kiss.

Song Qingjia rolled her eyes at him.

Xu Zhouye's smile deepened, his tone slightly teasing: "I was talking about applying the medicine. What is Miss Song thinking?"

He picked up the ointment from the bedside table, unscrewed the cap, squatted down in front of her, and raised his hand.

"Come closer to your face."

He looked completely serious, as if he wasn't the one who had just said those misleading things.

"Why don't you just leave? I can do it myself." Song Qingjia reached out to take the ointment from his fingertip.

Xu Zhouye flipped his wrist and hooked his fingers around hers. His five fingers slipped between hers, and their ten fingers intertwined.

He leaned forward half an inch, his nose almost touching hers, and beneath his dark eyes was undisguised desire.

Song Qingjia was slightly burned; her eyelashes trembled slightly, but she didn't flinch.

Xu Zhouye suddenly smiled, released her hand, and stepped back.

He lifted her chin slightly with his fingertips, and with the pads of his other hand, he slowly applied the ointment from her cheekbone to her nose.

"Close your eyes," he said.

Song Qingjia paused for a moment, then closed her eyes.

The cool ointment was spread out, his fingertips moving very lightly, from the center of his eyebrows to his cheekbones, and then to the sides of his nose, applying it carefully to every spot.

"Okay." He withdrew his hand, screwed the cap back on the ointment, and said, "I've ordered dinner, it'll be here in a bit. Eat that first, then take your oral medication."

"oh."

Xu Zhouye glanced at her: "Such a lukewarm reaction?"

"Otherwise what?"

I thought you'd at least reward me with a kiss.

"Dream on." Song Qingjia showed no mercy.

"No kiss is fine too." Xu Zhouye wasn't annoyed. He put the ointment on the bedside table, took out his phone, swiped it a couple of times, and handed it to her.

"Then let's compromise," he said, "accepting the friend request, is that alright?"

Song Qingjia glanced at the screen and pushed the phone back: "No."

Why?

"No reason."

"Song Qingjia," Xu Zhouye squatted down in front of her, holding up his phone, his tone like he was coaxing a child, "Just accept the request, I'm not going to eat you."

"You've already eaten."

Xu Zhouye choked for a moment, then burst out laughing, his eyes crinkling with a youthful air: "Then it definitely has to pass; after-sales service is always necessary."

Song Qingjia's lips twitched slightly at his explanation: "After-sales service? Like today?"

Xu Zhouye raised an eyebrow: "We can go even further, if you want to."

As he spoke, he took her hand and placed it on his stomach.

Beneath his shirt, his abdominal muscles were clearly defined, hard and warm to the touch; you could feel the slight rise and fall of his muscles as he breathed in your palm.

Song Qingjia did not withdraw her hand.

Her fingertips traced circles, slowly moving downwards, tracing the grooves of his abdominal muscles, from his ribs to the edge of his belt, her movements as slow as if she were appraising something.

Xu Zhouye's breathing changed.

He held her hand as it continued to move downwards, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"Song Qingjia".

Song Qingjia raised her eyelids to look at him, a small smile curving her lips: "It's just average, the after-sales service isn't worth it."

"It's free, and you're still asking for so much."

"What about the extra charge?" Song Qingjia tilted her head. "How about the extra charge?"

Xu Zhouye raised an eyebrow, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up: "I'm afraid you won't be able to handle the extra pleasure if I charge more."

Looking into his excessively bright eyes, Song Qingjia leaned down and stopped a centimeter away from his lips.

Just as I was about to speak, the doorbell rang.

Xu Zhouye didn't move for a while before speaking with a hint of regret: "It seems that I'll have to wait until next time to experience the extra cost."

Song Qingjia neither agreed nor disagreed, and straightened up.

Xu Zhouye released her hand, stood up, and turned to walk towards the door.

He walked to the door, put his hand on the doorknob, but before he could open it, a pair of hands suddenly pressed against his back.

Push hard.

Caught off guard, Xu Zhouye stumbled forward, his shoulder slamming into the door panel.

Taking advantage of the situation, Song Qingjia opened the door, placed her hands against his back, and pushed and shoved him out the door.

"you--"

The door closed in front of him.

With a "click," the lock closed.

Xu Zhouye stood in the corridor, looked down at the wrinkled hem of his clothes, and then at the closed door in front of him.

He suddenly burst into laughter.

The hotel staff beside her dared not breathe, their gossip instincts burning. She was just there to deliver food as usual, and yet she witnessed such an explosive scene.

A few seconds later, the man raised his hand and knocked on the door, his voice tinged with helplessness and amusement: "Song Qingjia, you're addicted to pushing, aren't you?"

There was no sound from inside the door.

He knocked again: "Dinner is outside. Remember to open the door and have someone bring it in. Don't forget your medicine either."

"Okay." Her voice was muffled through the door. "You should go now, goodbye!"

The corridor fell silent for a moment.

Xu Zhouye put his hands back in his pockets, shook his head at the door, and turned to leave.

He took two steps, then looked back once more.

Light shone through the crack in the door, and faint footsteps could be heard inside.

He chuckled and strode toward the elevator.

I took out my phone and opened WeChat. The friend request was still there, and the status was "awaiting verification".

He was about to log out when a new message suddenly popped up on the screen.

The other party has accepted your friend request.

Xu Zhouye paused, stared at the small print for two seconds, and slowly curled up the corners of his mouth.

The nickname popped up automatically. He deleted the default one and typed three words: Song Qingjia.

After thinking about it, I deleted it and changed it to: creditor.

She sent a message: "Goodnight, Ms. Song."

Of course, the other side didn't reply.

-

The waiter pushed the dinner through the door.

Crab roe noodles, a plate of blanched vegetables, and a bowl of tomato and egg drop soup.

Song Qingjia sat at the table, picked up a mouthful of noodles and put it in her mouth, then put her phone on speakerphone on the table.

Shen Lingyi's voice boomed from the receiver: "So he's with you right now?"

"Just left."

"Just left? Song Qingjia, do you even know who he is? Aren't you afraid at all?"

"What are you afraid of?"

"What are you afraid of? He chased me all the way from Jingzhou to Suzhou. Do you think he's here on vacation?"

Song Qingjia took a sip of soup but didn't reply.

"Qingjia, tell me the truth, what are you really thinking?" Shen Lingyi asked.

"What do you mean, what do you think?"

"Him? Xu Zhouye. What exactly are you trying to do with him?"

Song Qingjia swallowed the noodles, picked up the soup bowl, took a sip, and put it down.

"Just playing around," she said.

Shen Lingyi remained silent.

"...Are you serious?"

"Um."

Does he know you're just playing around?

He doesn't need to know.

Shen Lingyi took a breath, then exhaled, her voice filled with helplessness: "Song Qingjia, are you really not afraid of death? That's Xu Zhouye, are you treating him like a pastime?"

"Otherwise what?" Song Qingjia stirred the noodles in her bowl with her chopsticks. "I'm not going to marry him."

She never believed in marriage or forever.

Shen Lingyi was taken aback by her words, and after a long while, she said, "Okay, I won't say anything more. Take care of yourself, and remember to apply medicine to the rash on your face."

"Apply it."

"...Did he apply it for you?"

"Um."

"...Song Qingjia, you're making it really easy for me to misunderstand that you two are dating."

Song Qingjia did not answer, but picked up the soup bowl and finished the last sip of soup.

"I'm hanging up," she said.