Spring Night Kiss.

When Song Qingjia woke up, she felt unusually hot.

She has always been prone to feeling cold; even in winter, her bed is never very warm, and her hands and feet are always icy.

But right now, she was actually sweating a little from the heat.

She suddenly opened her eyes, and her consciousness gradually returned.

A hot body was pressed against her back, her arm was on his waist, her palm was on her lower abdomen, and the warm breath tickled the back of her neck.

Oh, I remember now.

Because someone was being so noisy and disturbing her sleep, she simply dragged that person onto the bed.

He's quite impolite; where should I put my hands?

Song Qingjia pulled his hand away, turned over, and faced him.

Xu Zhouye was still asleep.

The man had handsome features, with long eyelashes that cast shadows beneath his eyes. His eyes were also very beautiful, with a deep, dark color, like a deep pool.

During the live broadcast of the match, the director especially liked to film his eyes; even through the helmet, they remained deep and captivating.

No wonder he has so many fans who admire his looks, Song Qingjia thought.

She reached out and poked his chest with her finger. Then she poked towards his abs, feeling the distinct creases of each muscle.

Just as my fingers reached the third piece, my wrist was grabbed.

Xu Zhouye opened his eyes, his dark eyes still showing the languor of someone who had just woken up, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

"Have you touched enough?"

Song Qingjia didn't pull her hand away, but looked up at him and said, "No."

"Let's continue." He guided her hand downwards. "How does it feel?"

"It's alright, you can't really feel it through the clothes."

Xu Zhouye chuckled, tightened his arms around her, and pulled her closer. The two faced each other, nose to nose, their breaths mingling.

"There's a charge for taking off your clothes," he said.

"How much?" Song Qingjia asked.

"How much do you think it's worth?" Xu Zhouye asked in return.

Song Qingjia propped herself up to sit up, grabbed her phone from beside the bed, and transferred the money.

Is this amount enough?

Xu Zhouye looked at the phone screen she handed him, which showed a transfer amount of one hundred yuan.

He laughed angrily: "Is that all I'm worth?"

Song Qingjia put away her phone and said calmly, "You may be very valuable to your car fans, but to me, that's all I'm worth."

Xu Zhouye stared at her for two seconds, then suddenly rolled over and pinned her beneath him. He braced his hands on either side of her shoulders, placed his knees between her legs, and looked down at her.

"OK."

After he finished speaking, he grabbed the hem of his T-shirt with one hand, pulled it up, and took off the shirt, which he then casually tossed aside.

His chest was completely exposed, revealing his collarbone, pectoral muscles, abdominal muscles, and V-line that extended all the way into his waistband.

Sexy and alluring.

"Continue?" He leaned forward slightly, his voice hoarse.

Song Qingjia didn't speak, but simply reached out her hand.

First, touch his chest with your fingertips, then place your palm on it and slowly slide it down, tracing the midline of his pectoral muscles, tracing the grooves of his abdominal muscles, and stopping at the edge of his belt.

Xu Zhouye raised an eyebrow: "So? Is it worth it?"

"It's nothing special." Song Qingjia withdrew her hand.

Xu Zhouye's eyes dimmed.

Sure enough, you couldn't hear a single nice word from this woman.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against the corner of her mouth, but not kissing her; he simply held them there. His breath touched her lips, one breath at a time.

"How about this?"

Song Qingjia's lips curled up, and she suddenly reached out to wrap her arms around his neck, flipped over, and straddled his waist.

The two switched places.

Her long hair fell over her shoulders and brushed against his cheek.

Xu Zhouye was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, naturally placing his hand on her waist, his thumb hooking around her side, and giving her a light pinch.

"Miss Song, would you like to try the full service?"

Song Qingjia ignored him, leaned down and pressed her lips to his Adam's apple, gently biting it.

The man's breathing suddenly became heavy, and the hand supporting her waist tightened, his knuckles turning white.

She chuckled, straightened up, and slowly rubbed her arm against his waist.

Xu Zhouye grunted, and a vein throbbed on his forehead.

"Song Qingjia".

"Um?"

"Did you do this on purpose?"

She tilted her head slightly, a small smile curving her lips: "Just checking the goods."

She shifted slightly, then hesitated again: "If you want me to pay for the full service, I have to check it out first. If it's still like it was a week ago, wouldn't I be losing out?"

Xu Zhouye: "How was it a week ago? You weren't satisfied?"

Song Qingjia fell silent again and continued...

Xu Zhouye couldn't help but close his eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

His hand slid from her waist to her thigh, his fingertips tightening, his voice hoarse and almost inaudible: "If you move again, I won't let you get out of this bed today."

Song Qingjia finally stopped.

Well, this man is really easy to tease, so she had no choice but to stop while she was ahead.

She rolled off him, lay back on the pillow, and tugged at the hem of her pajamas.

"I'm done with the test," she said, her voice soft and slightly languid. "Barely passing."

Xu Zhouye lay beside him, staring at the ceiling, his chest heaving several times before he calmed down.

He turned his head to look at her.

"Passing?"

"Um."

What's the maximum score?

"one hundred."

Xu Zhouye took a deep breath and then exhaled. He should have guessed long ago that he had asked the wrong question and only brought trouble upon himself.

"Song Qingjia, you are the most difficult person I have ever met to please."

Song Qingjia twitched the corner of her mouth, threw back the covers and got out of bed: "I didn't ask you to serve me."

Xu Zhouye watched her coldly walk away, finding her irritating no matter how he looked at her. She had aroused him, while she seemed relaxed and carefree, showing no sign of distress.

He got out of bed, took two steps to catch up with her, grabbed her waist, and pulled her back.

"You do it—"

The woman's voice was drowned out by the domineering and forceful deep kiss; his tongue pried open her lips and teeth in an instant, sucking until she felt numb.

Song Qingjia paused for a moment, then reached out and put her hand on his shoulder.

Xu Zhouye chuckled, picked him up, and kissed him as they walked into the bathroom.

He placed her on the marble table and continued to kiss her, sliding from her lips to her chin, then to her ear, and taking her earlobe into his mouth.

Song Qingjia tilted her head back, ran her fingers through his hair, and began to breathe rapidly.

The hem of her nightgown bunched up above her thighs, revealing her fair and slender legs, which were now hanging limply and helplessly.

Xu Zhouye's hand slipped under her hem, stroking her waist in circles, then gradually moving downwards.

"*".

Song Qingjia looked at him: "So?"

Even though her voice still carried a hint of panting, she still twisted her waist as if she was determined not to give up.

Xu Zhouye's breath hitched suddenly.

"So, Miss Song isn't that difficult to please; it's just a matter of using the right methods."

Song Qingjia chuckled softly.

She reached out and pushed his chest away.

"Go outside, I'm going to take a shower," she said.

Xu Zhouye raised an eyebrow and obediently left the bathroom. Soon, the sound of running water could be heard.

He stared at the slender silhouette through the frosted glass, and his hand suddenly trembled.

He picked it up and took a look.

Song Qingjia: [Transfer 1000 yuan, note: Kissing fee.]

His lips twitched.

My phone vibrated again, followed by another transfer notification.

Song Qingjia: [Transfer 10000 yuan, note: "Sleep fee".]

Xu Zhouye laughed wildly.