Spring Night Kiss.

"Show more affection, and the wives on AO3 will have more material to create content." He Yonglin started saying things that Song Qingjia couldn't understand again.

She asked, "...What is AO3?"

"It's a fanfiction website where writers from all over the world put their stories together." The girl blinked. "Right now, your pairing with Nogami is way more popular on the site."

"There are a few that are particularly well-written. Would you like to take a look? I'll send them to you," she asked again.

Song Qingjia quickly waved her hand: "No need, no need."

He Yonglin said with some regret, "Are you sure you don't need to? It's quite good, some parts are really exciting..."

She suddenly stopped, shut her mouth, and looked somewhat strange.

Song Qingjia didn't notice and continued to refuse: "Really, it's not necessary. I don't look at these things."

He Yonglin said "Oh".

She thought to herself, "I don't think it'll turn out well. Otherwise, if I see those scenes, I'm afraid my sister Qingjia won't be able to go out the next day."

The elevator reached the first floor, the doors opened, and the two walked out side by side. Light streamed in, the twilight's afterglow slanting across the lobby floor tiles.

Outside the glass door, there seemed to be a figure leaning against the car.

"Hey, isn't that Ye Shen?" He Yonglin noticed first. "He's here to pick you up from get off work!"

Song Qingjia paused, then looked up.

Xu Zhouye, dressed simply and standing casually, was looking at her with a smile.

Yesterday he was on the track, and today he's here. He must have rushed to catch a flight overnight.

He straightened up, put his hands in his pockets, and walked over, stopping in front of the two. His gaze remained fixed on Song Qingjia, scanning her from head to toe. Only then did he turn to He Yonglin and nod.

"What are you chatting about, you seem to be having so much fun?"

He Yonglin's eyes lit up: "We were talking... Wild God, where are you planning to take Qingjia on vacation?"

Xu Zhouye raised an eyebrow and looked at Song Qingjia, who blinked innocently.

"Then you've asked the wrong question," he said.

He Yonglin was puzzled.

Xu Zhouye remained calm and said slowly, "It's not that I'm planning to take her anywhere; it's that wherever your sister Qingjia takes me, I'll go."

He Yonglin: "?"

What a man who knows how to show off his love.

Is this still the same stern, unsmiling wild god who felt even raising an eyebrow was a waste of time?

But after a brief moment of surprise, her mind started racing. After all, seeing her favorite couple showing affection in person was just so wonderful!

Song Qingjia spoke up at the opportune moment: "It's getting late, let's go back."

"...Ah, okay."

"Should I give it to you?" she asked He Yonglin.

"No need, no need, my friend will come to pick me up."

Watching the two get into the car and leave, He Yonglin reluctantly looked away. If she hadn't felt her own wattage was too high, she would have followed them.

On the other side, Song Qingjia turned her head to look at the man in the driver's seat: "When did you arrive?"

"One hour ago."

It takes exactly one hour to drive from Hongqiao Airport to the fleet headquarters.

Song Qingjia looked at him without saying anything.

Xu Zhouye curled his lips slightly and stepped on the brakes, stopping the car at the red light. He turned to the side, raising an eyebrow slightly: "What? Touched?"

Song Qingjia readily admitted, "A little."

Different dogs need to be leashed in different ways. This one in front of us is best kept hanging, and we can coax it every now and then.

Now that the two haven't seen each other for two weeks due to competition, it's time to reassure them.

She beckoned to him: "Come a little closer."

"A reward for me?"

Song Qingjia answered him with her actions, placing a kiss on the corner of his lips.

After a gentle touch, he left, but Xu Zhouye still tasted the sweetness, a sweetness that made him feel lightheaded all over.

-

For the next few days, Song Qingjia caught up on sleep.

On the morning of the fourth day, Xu Zhouye couldn't bear to watch any longer, so he packed the person up from the bed and took them all the way to the airport.

Song Qingjia did not wake up during this time.

She only came to her senses when she was carried onto the covered bridge. She lifted her head from Xu Zhouye's arms and touched his chin.

"Where to?"

Xu Zhouye stepped onto the plane, bent down and kissed her fingers: "Back to Jingzhou."