Spring Night Kiss.

The next day, Song Qingjia visited Zhou Yunqing again.

I talked to her for a while and replaced the flowers on the bedside table with a new one.

Zhou Yunqing leaned against the headboard, her complexion better than yesterday. She took Song Qingjia's hand and asked her a few questions about Cheng Yizhen. Song Qingjia only said that they had a good chat and didn't want her to worry.

Cheng Yizhen had already taken the earliest flight back to Jingzhou; she had official business to attend to today and had to rush back.

In the evening, Zhou Yunqing began to shoo people away.

Having no other choice, Song Qingjia gave her a few instructions and then left the ward.

She stood at the bus stop in front of the hospital for a while, then boarded the bus she used to take as a child.

The street scenes outside the train window slid past frame by frame. When we passed the Experimental Primary School stop, the familiar announcement came from above: "Experimental Primary School stop has arrived. Passengers getting off, please exit through the rear door."

Song Qingjia stood up and got out of the car.

The school gate is still the same as always. Iron gate, and ivy climbing the wall, half withered and half still green.

It was school dismissal time, and the gate was crowded with parents waiting for their children. Several makeshift vendors were selling grilled sausages and fried skewers by the roadside.

She walked over and stood in front of the sausage stall for a while.

"Three yuan for one, five yuan for two." The stall owner didn't even look up.

She scanned the code and paid five yuan.

The sausages sizzled on the hot plate, their skin developing a crispy, charred pattern, the edges curling slightly, releasing the aroma of chili powder and cumin into the evening air.

She took the bag, pulled out a piece, took a bite, and found the outer skin crispy and the inside soft and chewy.

It still tastes just like I remember.

The school wasn't far from her home, so she slowly walked along the route she used to take home as a child, passing the old locust tree, the graffiti wall, and entering the old apartment building.

As I stepped onto the last step and looked towards the doorway, I abruptly stopped.

A man leaned against the door, looking at her with a smirk.

He wore a pure white shirt, the hem tucked into his black trousers, which perfectly accentuated his good physique.

Xu Zhouye's smile deepened: "What? Don't you recognize your boyfriend?"

Song Qingjia looked at him, her eyes gradually brightening. A smile curved her lips, and she jogged over.

He pulled his hand out of his pocket, bent down, and lifted her up by the waist. Her legs naturally wrapped around his waist, her hands rested on his shoulders, and she leaned down to kiss him.

Xu Zhouye tasted the flavor in her mouth and raised an eyebrow: "What did you eat?"

"Grilled sausage." She held up the bag in her hand. "There's one left. Do you want some?"

"Let me in first."

Song Qingjia said "Oh" and took out the key from her bag.

Xu Zhouye didn't put her down. He turned her around, took the key from her hand, and inserted it into the lock.

Push the door open, step inside, and close the door behind you with your heel.

Immediately afterwards, Song Qingjia was suddenly spun around, her back pressed against the door. Before she could speak, his kiss landed on her, carrying a long-suppressed desire.

It slid from the corner of her mouth to the crease of her lips, then pushed aside her teeth and probed into the entanglement.

Song Qingjia was forced to let out a groan, and she dug her fingers into the hair at the back of his head and tugged at it.

The man chuckled, his palm sliding up her waist, his fingertips stopping at the edge of her ribs, then sliding down to cup her buttocks and gently patting them.

Song Qingjia was taken aback, then grabbed his collar and pulled him towards her. Her lips moved from the corner of his mouth to his Adam's apple, her teeth gently biting that small patch of skin, and her tongue pressed against the small indentation created by the bite, slowly grinding it over.

Xu Zhouye's breathing suddenly became heavy, and he tightened his grip on her waist.

Song Qingjia laughed, panting, and then grabbed his collar and tugged at it.

The buttons popped off and fell to the ground.

Xu Zhouye looked down at his bare chest, a low, husky laugh escaping his throat: "Looks like my darling missed me too."

Song Qingjia snorted softly, then leaned in and kissed his Adam's apple again: "I was thinking about your body, please have some self-awareness."

Xu Zhouye was too lazy to correct him. Anyway, liking his body was still liking him, there was no difference.

I don't know what I was struggling with before; I was completely inflexible. If I had figured it out sooner, I would have been sleeping soundly with a soft, warm body by now.

He carried her to the sofa, bent down, and put her down.

Her neckline was wide open, revealing the outline of her collarbone and pectoral muscles. The buckle of her belt at her waist tapped against the edge of the sofa, making a soft metallic sound.

He sat down next to her, pulled her into his arms, and gently massaged her lower back with his palm against the curve of her waist.

Song Qingjia adjusted her position in his arms, not forgetting the sausage, and pulled it out of the packaging bag, offering it to his mouth.

He lowered his head and took a bite.

"Is it tasty?"

"tasty."

She took it back and took a bite.

"This was my favorite food when I was little," she said. "But my dad said it wasn't healthy and wouldn't let me eat too much. So I would secretly buy it, hide in an alley to eat it, and then go home."

"Father-in-law is right." He took another bite of her hand.

Song Qingjia: "?"

"...Have you no shame?"

"No," he leaned closer to her, "I want my wife."

Song Qingjia gained a new understanding of how shameless this man was.

Xu Zhouye pressed his advantage: "Silence means approval."

He nuzzled his head against her neck, rubbing against her repeatedly, calling out, "Wife, wife, wife..."

It's like she's being coquettish.

Song Qingjia pushed his face away in disgust: "Alright, alright, eat your sausage."

Xu Zhouye knew when to stop, took one last bite, and threw the bamboo skewer into the trash can.

Song Qingjia leaned back into his arms and found a comfortable position.

Neither of them spoke; they simply nestled together.

Xu Zhouye actually had many questions he wanted to ask.

Why am I in a bad mood? What did I do when I went back to Suzhou alone? What happened?

But the words stuck in his throat.

He'll listen when she's ready to talk. For now, all he needs to do is stay by her side.

-

That night, Xu Zhouye naturally stayed there.

He had no change of clothes, and when he came out of the shower, he was only wearing a towel around his waist, his upper body was naked, and water droplets were still hanging on his collarbone and the grooves of his chest muscles.

Song Qingjia sat on the edge of the bed and admired it for a while.

"I'll buy you a new one." She picked up her phone and opened a food delivery app.

"I don't mind if I don't wear it," he said, walking over.

Song Qingjia: "It's a pity that food delivery services are so advanced now."

She chose underwear, pajamas, and an outfit for him to wear tomorrow according to her own preferences.

After all, her shirt was torn, so she couldn't just go naked.

Xu Zhouye leaned closer to look at the screen and asked, "You know my size, right?"

Song Qingjia paused, then said, "...I know."

Having experienced it so many times firsthand, it would be a bit unreasonable not to know.

After filling in the address and submitting the order, she suddenly remembered something and turned to look at him: "How did you know the address here?"

"Is it strange that I know my girlfriend's address?" He raised an eyebrow. "I know everything about you."

Song Qingjia put down her phone, a brilliant idea forming in her mind.

"Do you really know all of this?"

"Um."

She smiled slyly and asked him, "So, do you know what I want to do right now?"