Spring Night Kiss.

Song Qingjia felt that everything on the screen was seducing her.

His voice was seductive, the beads of sweat on his neck were seductive, and his bobbing Adam's apple was seductive.

"Want to see?" Xu Zhouye asked again in a low voice, his tone coaxing, when she didn't speak.

Song Qingjia said, "I want to."

On the other side of the screen, the man suddenly curled his lips into a smile.

He took off his vest with one hand and threw it aside, then reached down and pulled down his waistband, which fell to the ground with a "thud".

Song Qingjia thought that, outside the screen where she couldn't see him, he must already be completely naked. But the other party wasn't generous and showed no intention of letting her see.

The screen shook for a few seconds. Xu Zhouye walked under the showerhead and reached out to turn on the faucet.

The sound of rushing water filled the air, and mist rose into the air.

Hot water poured down from his head, sliding down his shoulder line, flowing past his collarbone, and being cut into several thin streams by the grooves of his abdominal muscles.

He swept his wet hair back, revealing his full forehead.

His gaze was fixed intently on the girl on the screen.

Song Qingjia's breathing gradually deepened, her chest rising and falling slightly, and her heartbeat pounded as she was jolted by the sound of the water.

"How is it? Is it okay to look at it like this?" Xu Zhouye's voice was a little hard to hear through the sound of water.

"Move your phone further away."

Song Qingjia's voice sounded relatively calm, but Xu Zhouye noticed that her fingers were gripping the fabric of her pajamas so tightly that her fingertips turned white.

It seemed he had seduced her; the smile on his lips deepened.

Xu Zhouye took a step forward, placed his phone on the shelf, and after securing it, retreated back under the shower.

From this height, you can just see his chest, abs, V-line, hips, and... further down.

Clear and unobstructed.

Song Qingjia's breath hitched, and her gaze involuntarily lingered there.

Xu Zhouye chuckled softly, squeezed some shower gel onto his body, and began washing himself, seemingly oblivious to everyone around him.

If there were no visible changes somewhere, Song Qingjia would have genuinely believed he was so calm.

The man's hand slowly moved downwards.

Song Qingjia held her breath, her legs involuntarily rubbing together.

Xu Zhouye, of course, wouldn't miss a single change in her. He stopped what he was doing, his eyes dark: "You're feeling something?"

Song Qingjia did not answer, but only said, "Continue."

Xu Zhouye turned off the shower, and the sound of water stopped abruptly, making their suppressed breathing clearly audible.

"Baby, lift up your skirt," he said in a hoarse voice. "I want to see."

Song Qingjia suddenly gripped her phone tightly.

Xu Zhouye patiently comforted her, telling her how much he missed her: "I dream about you every night, and in my dreams you are always so warm..."

Have you ever dreamed about me?

Song Qingjia felt the itch in her heart becoming increasingly unbearable.

She had dreamed of him, of course. He was very forceful and intense. She would wake up feeling dazed and could only calm down by taking a shower.

"...Yes," she said softly.

Xu Zhouye laughed.

"Then...let me see?" he lowered his voice. "It's only fair, isn't it?"

Song Qingjia paused for a moment, then reached down, her fingertips hooking the edge of her skirt, and slowly pulled it up. The fabric piled up at her waist, exposing her skin to the air.

Xu Zhouye heard the rustling of fabric and covered it with his hand.

"The camera is in focus."

Song Qingjia felt a flush rise to her face, but she did as instructed. Once she took the first step, the rest didn't seem so shameful anymore.

"Open your legs." His breathing was heavy, his gaze fixed on her. "Take them off."

"Yes... put your hand down."

"Feel it with your hands."

"Now, close your eyes and imagine that I am *you."

"..."

Song Qingjia couldn't help but groan, her body trembling as she lay on her back on the bed, somewhat lost in thought.

A low laugh came from the screen, carrying the satisfaction of venting.

"Sweetie, that's great."

-

Song Qingjia was leaving the restaurant when she received Cheng Yizhen's call.

She paused, then answered the call.

"What is it?"

Although Cheng Yizhen was used to her harsh tone, she still couldn't help but be affected by it.

"I just wanted to call and let you know that your Aunt Zhou is sick. She had surgery a while ago and was just discharged from the hospital."

Song Qingjia was taken aback and hurriedly asked, "What illness? Is it serious?"

Cheng Yi-zhen said, "The thyroid nodule removal isn't serious. But she's getting older, so her recovery is slow."

Song Qingjia: "I understand, I'll go back to Suzhou right away."

Even through the phone, Cheng Yizhen could sense her worry and anxiety. Yes, she was always respectful and attentive to others, but she was always confrontational towards her.

A surge of intense resentment welled up inside her, and she couldn't help but ask, "Qingjia, can't you show me even half the concern you show your Aunt Zhou?"

Song Qingjia remained silent.

"I really don't understand why my daughter and I have to come to this point. I did neglect you because of work, but it was all for our family and for you."

Cheng Yizhen rarely gets this emotional; in my memory, she has always been dignified and intellectual. Even when faced with difficult questions from foreign reporters, she can still calmly and confidently deflect their attacks.

But at this moment, she is just a mother.

She couldn't understand why her only daughter would treat her like an enemy.

"I just want to give you a better life, so you don't have to go through what I did, fighting for an overseas assignment..."

Song Qingjia took a deep breath and interrupted her coldly: "I don't need this kind of 'for my own good'."

Cheng Yizhen was stunned.

"Mom, where were you the day Dad passed away?"