Spring Night Kiss.

"Can't I be jealous?" Song Qingjia retorted.

Xu Zhouye's smile deepened: "Of course you can. I'd love for you to hide me away so that no other woman can see me."

Song Qingjia: "...I'm sick."

"This means you care about me and want to possess me." He leaned back, arms outstretched. "Come on, do whatever you want with me."

The collar of his shirt opened slightly with his movements, revealing his collarbone and the faint outline of his pectoral muscles below.

He was clearly trying to seduce her.

Song Qingjia stared at his collar for two seconds, then suddenly leaned down and reached out to his waist.

Xu Zhouye raised an eyebrow: "Is this how you reward me?"

Song Qingjia didn't speak, but simply reached out and unbuckled his belt, pulled it out, and looped it around his neck before pulling.

The two suddenly moved closer.

Xu Zhouye was somewhat surprised, his eyes gleaming with interest: "You like playing like this?"

Song Qingjia's brow twitched: "Shut up."

Xu Zhouye grabbed the belt and pulled the man closer to him: "Fine, I'll shut up."

Song Qingjia cleared her throat and said, feigning fierceness, "Xu Zhouye, if you dare to flirt with other women, I'll definitely send you a bouquet of chrysanthemums this time next year!"

After making those harsh remarks, she wanted to let go.

But Xu Zhouye would not do as she wished, so he put his arm around her waist and pulled her towards him.

Song Qingjia was forced to kneel on his lap.

The man used his knee to pry her legs apart, forcing her to straddle him. He moved his hand to the back of her neck, giving her no chance to back away.

"Who was it that said I was always jealous of random men?"

"It's me, so what?" Song Qingjia said matter-of-factly.

Xu Zhouye stroked the skin on the back of her neck, lowering his voice: "Nothing much? It's just that I feel you can't be two-faced, strict with others but lenient with yourself, right?"

He moved his hand from the back of her neck to her lips, stroking them with his thumb.

Song Qingjia opened her mouth and bit him: "I'm being hypocritical."

Xu Zhouye: "Little rascal."

He lowered his head and bit back.

"There has never been another woman, nor will there ever be," he murmured. "My body and soul belong entirely to you."

Song Qingjia tugged at the belt around his neck again and scoffed, "You'd better be."

-

The next day, Song Qingjia and Xu Zhouye took a walk in the old street next door.

The "old street" isn't actually an old street; it's more like a renovated commercial district that's only retained its name. However, it attracts many tourists, mostly there to take photos; the scenery is very photogenic.

Song Qingjia specially changed into a vacation-style long dress and wore a straw hat. To make Xu Zhouye look like a good match for her, she also put one on him.

The two walked hand in hand along the stone path, stopping occasionally to browse in a shop. When they came out again, they would have something extra in their hands.

"Does it look good?" Song Qingjia shook the bracelet on her wrist.

The dark blue braided rope has a light blue glass bead strung in the middle, and a small silver seashell hanging next to it.

Xu Zhouye, with his hands in his pockets, glanced down at her wrist: "Beautiful."

Song Qingjia held it up to the sunlight and looked at it with obvious affection.

Xu Zhouye said with a hint of jealousy, "I haven't seen you wear the diamond bracelet I gave you. Do you like this kind?"

Song Qingjia withdrew her hand and glanced at him: "What do you know?"

"I don't understand." He stepped forward and took her hand. "But what your girlfriend likes is the best."

Song Qingjia snorted and was about to speak when a little girl ran out of the alley and suddenly bumped into her leg.

She quickly reached out to pull the little girl who was leaning back.

But Xu Zhouye was faster. He wrapped one arm around her waist from behind, protecting her back. With his other hand, he grabbed the girl's shoulder and pulled her close to him.

The little girl didn't react for a moment, standing there with her head tilted back, blinking her big eyes.

The exquisitely crafted little dumpling made Xu Zhouye unable to even utter a word of reprimand.

"Be careful," he said, frowning.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry..." A woman jogged over, apologizing repeatedly; she must have been the little girl's mother.

She crouched down and pulled the little girl over: "Why are you running around again? You bumped into me, quickly say sorry."

The little girl was very obedient and turned to Song Qingjia, saying in a childish voice, "Sister, I'm sorry."

Song Qingjia reached out and touched her head: "It's okay."

The woman apologized a few more times, then gently patted her daughter's back, saying softly, "Let's go. Don't run on the road next time, you'll bump into people. Say goodbye to your sister."

The little girl obediently said goodbye and walked away hand in hand with her mother.

Song Qingjia watched from afar and saw the young mother talking to the little girl with her head down, while the little girl looked up and smiled.

What a beautiful scene, she thought.

"Actually, Cheng Yizhen is also very gentle," she suddenly said.

Xu Zhouye was taken aback for a moment, then turned his head to look at her. The woman had a smile on her face, her gaze lingering.

"When I was little, I was naughty and used her lipstick to draw all over my face." She paused for a moment, "But she wasn't angry at all; she just gently washed my face clean."

Such heartwarming moments together were far too few, so few that she could remember each and every one of them so clearly.

She spent her childhood and adolescence relying on these precious memories.

Xu Zhouye didn't say anything, but simply tightened his grip on her hand.

"When I was little, I always felt that maybe I wasn't good enough, which was why she wouldn't come back. So I never cried or made a fuss, and I didn't dare to ask for anything."

"Later, when I started school, I studied hard and tried my best to get first place. Because when I got first place, she would come to the school for a parent-teacher conference, stand in the corridor, and tell the teacher, 'I am Song Qingjia's mother.'"

"Later, she was transferred to Jingzhou, and we had even fewer opportunities to meet. She spent much more time with Nie Yuhuai than with me."

"She said she wasn't the kind of mother I wanted. But she never asked me what kind of mother I wanted."

She just wanted a little bit of her attention, just a little.

Song Qingjia lowered her head and looked down at the tips of her shoes.

Xu Zhou's ambition felt like it had been tugged, a dense, sharp pain spreading through him.

He reached out and lifted her face, bringing it closer, teasing her on purpose: "Were you crying?"

Song Qingjia: "No, I didn't."

He sighed softly and said in a low voice, "But my heart aches so much I want to cry."

He reached out and pulled her into his arms, kissing the top of her head.

Song Qingjia's heart skipped a beat. She reached out and wrapped her arms around his waist, slowly tightening her grip. "It's all in the past. I'm not actually that sad."

Xu Zhouye, however, did not let go.

She continued, "I'm not sad. I'm doing just fine without her because I have the best dad in the world."

Song Mingqian gave her his love without reservation, and she was very happy.

She was just disappointed.

He was such a good person, yet fate was so stingy, causing him to die young from illness.

Perhaps it was because he was too good that he became an angel.

Xu Zhouye hugged her even tighter. His heart ached terribly, and he wished he could travel back in time and hold her as a child. He would give her the care her mother hadn't given him.

But this is not a science fiction world, and there is nothing he can do.

From this day forward, he can only offer his heart, his paradise, with both hands. (BGM - Sophia plays here)

"Then I'll go burn some incense for my father-in-law so he can rest assured that he can entrust his daughter to me."

Song Qingjia was feeling sentimental when he was suddenly amused by him: "What if he's not satisfied with you?"

Xu Zhouye said, "Then I'll burn incense for my father-in-law every day and annoy him to death."

Song Qingjia: "...You certainly know how to give yourself a title."

"Yes," he said, "because no one in the world loves you more than I do."