Spring Night Kiss.

Song Qingjia leaned on Xu Zhouye's shoulder, and the world seemed turned upside down. His shoulder pressed against her stomach, and the stone path swayed before her eyes.

"Put me down."

"I won't let go."

Song Qingjia tilted her head and bit his shoulder.

Xu Zhouye didn't move, his voice laced with laughter: "Tickle me? Move up a bit, bite my neck."

"Put me down!"

"I won't let go."

Song Qingjia patted his back, but he ignored her.

Do you know what you're doing right now?

"What's your name?"

"Kidnapping".

"Then call the police." He didn't stop walking. "And tell the police what the 100,000 I transferred to you was for."

Song Qingjia shut up.

Beyond the bamboo grove, under the eaves.

Nie Yuhuai stood in the shadows, holding a teacup, his gaze piercing through the gaps in the bamboo leaves and landing on the two people.

The woman was hoisted onto his shoulder, her face turned towards him, and swayed backward. He seemed to see her, yet also seemed not to, and turned away with a laugh and a curse.

He hadn't seen her face so vibrant in a long time.

It was like making a fuss, like laughing, like being fearless.

He remained motionless for a long time.

The tea had gone completely cold; he neither drank it nor put it down.

The assistant stood half a step behind him, glanced in the direction of his gaze, and asked in a low voice, "Sir, should we investigate that person?"

Nie Yuhuai placed the teacup on the railing and said in a nonchalant tone, "No need."

What good will it do to investigate?

By what right did he stop her from dating?

Stepbrother?

Nie Yuhuai turned and left, the hem of his coat sweeping across the pillars, his footsteps light, revealing no emotion.

Xu Zhouye carried the person out of the bamboo forest and turned onto the stone path.

Song Qingjia patted him again: "Alright, put me down, someone saw us."

"Who saw it?"

"The one in front."

Xu Zhouye looked up. Lu Yanbai was standing at the crossroads, holding a cup of coffee, his mouth agape in an "O" shape.

Their eyes met, and the atmosphere became slightly awkward.

Lu Yanbai was the first to react. He switched the coffee to his other hand and gave them a thumbs up: "Awesome."

Song Qingjia: "..."

Birds of a feather flock together; Xu Zhouye's friends, as expected, had just as peculiar thought processes as he did.

Xu Zhouye put her down from his shoulder, his movements not exactly gentle, but his hand remained protectively on her waist.

Song Qingjia landed, straightened the crumpled hem of her shirt, looked up at Lu Yanbai, and said with a normal expression, "Hello."

Lu Yanbai replied with a smile, "Hello, little fairy."

Xu Zhouye glared at him, but the other man pretended not to see it and leaned closer: "So that's why I couldn't find him anywhere. Turns out he's here on a tryst with the fairy."

Xu Zhouye didn't even bother to glare at him this time, and turned to Song Qingjia, saying, "Lu Yanbai, my friend."

He paused, then added, "Not someone important."

Lu Yanbai: "???"

"You bastard Xu Zhouye, say that again? You've forgotten your friends for the sake of a pretty girl, haven't you?" He jumped up and down on the spot.

Xu Zhouye: "Yes."

Lu Yanbai: "???"

Forget it, he couldn't be bothered to argue with such an ungrateful guy. He turned to Song Qingjia and forced a smile: "Little fairy, my name is Lu Yanbai. I grew up in the same courtyard as him, but we're just ordinary friends, not close."

Song Qingjia glanced at him, her lips twitching slightly: "Song Qingjia."

Lu Yanbai smiled and nodded: "A nice name, unlike some people whose names are unpleasant and who aren't much better people either—"

"Are you done talking?" Xu Zhouye interrupted him.

"I wasn't finished," Lu Yanbai said with a grin. "It's my birthday tonight, I've organized a gathering at Lanting. Want to come, little fairy?"

Song Qingjia looked up.

Lan Ting knew that the detached building behind the villa was extremely private, open only to VIPs, and had wine and a band. Young masters and ladies who came to vacation loved to go there.

Will you go?

Normally, she wouldn't want to go.

It's one thing to deal with Xu Zhouye alone, but it's quite another to infiltrate his circle of friends.

She just wanted to have some fun; there was no need to get too involved.

But... she wants to drink today.

"……What time is it?"

Lu Yanbai was surprised that she agreed so quickly, and hurriedly said, "Seven o'clock, second floor of the club."

After Lu Yanbai left, Xu Zhouye narrowed his eyes and looked at Song Qingjia with an unfriendly gaze.

Song Qingjia pretended not to see: "I'm gone."

Xu Zhouye: "When I invited you to dinner, I asked you three or four times, and you kept making excuses. But when Lu Yanbai just said something casually, you agreed so readily."

Song Qingjia's lips curved slightly: "Because he has free wine."

"Can't I afford to buy you a drink?"

"You didn't say 'please'."

Xu Zhouye was taken aback by her words.

Seeing his discomfiture improved Song Qingjia's mood somewhat. She curled her lips into a smile and tapped his chest with her hand: "Besides, do you really want to treat me to dinner? You're just after my body."

Xu Zhouye chuckled angrily, "Don't you covet mine?"

Song Qingjia smiled brightly: "With such poor skills, what do I have to covet?"

Xu Zhouye: "..."

Is his skill really that bad?

He nipped the thought in the bud the moment it arose; he was really getting more and more senile, getting completely swayed by this woman.

I don't covet him, but I like touching his abs.

She doesn't covet him, but she likes to sit on him and rub against him.

She didn't covet it; instead, she sent him a message specifically asking him to come and fulfill his promise of the remaining kisses.

It's clearly a case of saying one thing and meaning another.

Song Qingjia had no idea what was going on in his mind. She found it particularly amusing to watch him get flustered, and couldn't help but want to tease him.

Now that he was done teasing, he turned to leave.

As soon as I turned around, my wrist was grabbed and I was pulled back.

Caught off guard, her back bumped into his chest. Before she could regain her balance, her chin was grabbed and his lips pressed down on hers.

It carries the crisp scent of pine, with a hint of deliberate ruthlessness.

First, he slowly sucked on her upper lip, then traced the crease of her lips with the tip of his tongue, pried it open, and wrapped it around her tongue, pulling it inward.

He kissed her until their breathing became erratic, then he pulled away slightly.

Song Qingjia clutched his collar, catching her breath, when he took her lower lip in his mouth again and bit it lightly. A tingling sensation rose within her, and she couldn't help but moan softly.

Xu Zhouye was finally satisfied and was about to back away when he was grabbed by the neck. Their lips met, their breaths hot.

"What? Still not satisfied? Want to continue?" He raised an eyebrow, a laugh escaping from his chest.

Song Qingjia gave a soft snort and bit his lip hard.

It was much harder than when he had just tickled me; it bit a small hole in my tongue, and I could taste a bit of rust.

Xu Zhouye groaned, a cut appeared on his lower lip, the skin broke and a sliver of blood seeped out.

He reached out and wiped his lips, leaving a faint trace of red on his fingertips. He didn't seem to care and just stood there, the mark on his lips contrasting with his dark eyes and slightly messy hair, making him look incredibly roguish.

"I understand, the kitten marked me." He smiled.

Song Qingjia actually thought he was quite sexy right now, if he kept his mouth shut.

"Wrong."

"Um?"

As Song Qingjia backed away, she said, "I was the one training the dog."

Before the man could react, she deftly turned around and walked back along the bluestone path.

Xu Zhouye paused for a moment, chuckled, and followed after him with his hands in his pockets.