Spring Night Kiss.

"Let's go, baby, let's go soak in the hot springs."

Xu Zhouye stepped forward and put his arm around her waist, but was glared at fiercely. He had no choice but to awkwardly withdraw his hand and touch his nose.

It's clearly all Ms. Jiang's fault, so why is he being blamed?

But it's okay, he'll be able to calm her down in a bit.

Yanxi is a natural hot spring, with both outdoor and indoor pools. Each room also has a small pool filled with hot spring water brought in from outside.

Song Qingjia walked around the room, sat down on the sofa, and instructed Xu Zhouye, "Go and pack your luggage."

Xu Zhouye looked at her for two seconds: "Okay."

He squatted down and sorted out all the clothes and other personal items inside.

Song Qingjia was very satisfied and looked at him while resting her chin on her hand.

Suddenly, I remembered that she asked him that day if she would be the one he would abandon.

What was his reply?

He said with absolute confidence, "Comrade Song Qingjia, as a mentally sound adult, don't you have your own judgment?"

Her question caught her off guard.

He was even more indignant: "I've been a lapdog for so long, and now you're asking me this kind of question? You're the dog!"

Song Qingjia inexplicably became a heartless dog.

That makes no sense.

But since the other party was Xu Zhouye, she felt it was somehow normal.

Like a robber, he barged into her life. Using the logic of a robber, he tore her affectations to shreds.

She curled her lips slightly as she watched him pull a familiar-looking bag from the bottom of his suitcase.

bag?

She suddenly stood up and lunged forward to grab him.

Xu Zhouye dodged, raising an eyebrow: "What are you doing?"

Song Qingjia: "Have you seen what's inside?"

"no."

Song Qingjia breathed a sigh of relief and tried to snatch the item from his hand: "What are you looking at if you didn't see it before you put it in your suitcase? Give it to me now."

Xu Zhouye didn't let go: "I haven't seen the actual item, but I have seen the photos. Lu Yanbai gave them to me."

Song Qingjia: "..."

"He told me to be careful of perverts and to protect myself."

Song Qingjia: "You're the pervert."

She was truly exasperated. Were Shen Lingyi and Lu Yanbai sent by heaven to torment her?

Xu Zhouye slowly pried open her fingers and picked up the bag: "I'm a pervert, so I think the things in here are perfect for me."

Song Qingjia's lips twitched slightly: "Then wear it if you like."

"Don't you want to watch?"

Song Qingjia: "...I want to see it."

……

When Xu Zhouye came out after changing his clothes, Song Qingjia admitted that she had been a bit ungrateful.

He deliberately leaned against the door and didn't come over immediately.

The overhead light shone down from above, illuminating the sheer black silk fabric, making it vaguely visible...

On his head were a pair of fluffy, dark gray, erect ears. His tail hung down from his waist, swaying gently with his movements.

Song Qingjia swallowed.

That's just too unfair.

Xu Zhouye walked slowly up to her and looked down at her.

"Is it pretty?" he asked.

Song Qingjia didn't answer, but gestured for him to lower his head. She reached out and touched the ear with her fingertips, gently pinching it as if to confirm the feel.

He took another half step forward, pressed against her knee, and bent down.

The tail brushed against her wrist, its warm, plush texture tickling her, as if scratching her heart.

"Does it look good?" He grabbed her hand and started to unbutton the buttons on his shirt.

One after another.

His chest was exposed, white and black, creating a stark contrast.

A man's body can also be stunningly beautiful.

"It's alright," Song Qingjia said.

"Not bad?" He bent down closer to her, his voice lowering, "Then why are your ears red?"

He reached out and pressed his thumb against the small patch of skin behind her ear, the warm, calloused fingertip caressing it.

Song Qingjia blinked her beautiful eyes slightly.

Xu Zhouye chuckled and lowered his head to kiss her. Before he could even touch her, his girl suddenly spoke up: "Wait a minute."

He stopped, but did not back away.

Song Qingjia moved aside, grabbed the phone from the side, and opened the camera mode.

"Let me take a picture first to remember this moment."

Xu Zhouye: "..."

He snatched her phone from her hand, picked her up, and said, "If you don't want to stay here, let's go to the hot springs."

Before Song Qingjia could react, she was completely submerged in the hot spring pool, her skirt spreading out like a flower and floating on the surface of the water.

"Is your skirt flared out like that an invitation?" he said rudely.

"Mmm..." A groan escaped unexpectedly.

Song Qingjia bit her lip: "Take your hand away."

Xu Zhouye would not do as she wished. He deliberately used his fingertips to gently rub and caress her, watching her face flush because of his actions.

"Does it feel good?" He leaned down and kissed her red lips.

With the water rippling, Song Qingjia felt as if the world was shaking.

"You're not speaking, so you seem uncomfortable." Xu Zhouye withdrew his hand with some regret.

Song Qingjia was so engrossed that she was panting. She reached out and brushed his ear across the top of his head: "It's good that you know. You still have to work hard."

As if he could actually feel the furry ears, he closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and took a deep breath.

"You reminded me," he said.

It took half a step back, and the tail rose from below the water.

He glanced down at her, then looked up at her again. His fingers slowly slid down to the tip of her tail, gently pinching the tuft of water-soaked fur.

Alarm bells rang in Song Qingjia's mind: "What do you want to do?"

Xu Zhouye grabbed her struggling hand, twisted it behind her back, and wrapped her wrist with his tail, tightening his grip.

Song Qingjia suddenly squeezed her legs together, but he always managed to coax her open.

The sound of water rippling along the edge of the pool then recedes.

Song Qingjia couldn't help but hug his head, pleading in a broken voice, "You... go slower..."

"Not slow," he said.

Song Qingjia: "..."

She said that Shen Lingyi giving her such a birthday gift was definitely an attempt to harm her!

-

When Song Qingjia woke up the next day, her whole body ached terribly.

It's refreshing to swim, but don't try it lightly.

She propped herself up on the bed and sat up. The room was quiet; Xu Zhouye wasn't there. He must have gone to the gym.

She thought to herself, "He has so much energy."

After washing up and putting on some simple makeup, she left her room and headed down to the restaurant.

Jiang Yunsheng just called her and asked her to have breakfast together.

Led by a waiter, Song Qingjia entered a private room at the end of the corridor. Inside the room, Jiang Yunsheng was sitting facing a woman of similar age, with a young girl sitting next to them.

"Qingjia, come and sit down." Jiang Yunsheng invited her to sit beside him. "Come and try the pea flour cake here."

Song Qingjia thanked her and ate in small bites.

Jiang Yunsheng is an easy-going elder, dignified and gentle. Talking to her is stress-free, yet you can still feel her respect and affection.

Song Qingjia felt more at ease and, while they were chatting, she lowered her head and ate two steamed buns and a shumai.

It's not that she eats too much; it's just that she expends too much energy.

She picked up a piece of pea flour cake, and just as she took a bite, she felt a faint, almost imperceptible gaze sweep over her.

He paused, looked up, and saw the girl opposite him pretending nothing was wrong, picking up her cup and taking a sip of tea.

From the moment she entered, she kept looking herself over.

Jiang Yunsheng noticed her gaze and said with a smile, "This is your Aunt Zhao's daughter, Zhao Ruosheng."

"Hello, Song Qingjia."

The other person nodded and said, "Hello."

After finishing their meal, the group left the private room. Zhao Ruosheng lagged behind, walking to Song Qingjia's side.

"Are you Xu Zhouye's girlfriend?" she asked.

For some reason, Song Qingjia felt that she was gritting her teeth when she mentioned Xu Zhouye's name.

"Hmm," she responded, then asked hesitantly, "What's wrong?"

Zhao Ruosheng looked at her with a hint of pity: "Do you know that Xu Zhouye is actually gay?"