Spring Night Kiss.

Xu Zhouye rolled over and draped his arm to the side.

empty.

He squinted and sat up. The bed was empty. The bathroom door was open and spotless.

She slept with him and then ran away?

He looked down at his chest; several red marks ran from his collarbone down to his abs, and his back was burning. He guessed he'd suffered quite a bit.

The sheet was wrinkled on one side, with a small dark red patch in the middle.

Xu Zhouye stared at the bloodstain for two seconds, then suddenly laughed.

I laughed out of anger.

Memories of last night began to surface. She had been drinking, her eyes were wet, and she looked at people as if they were filled with water. When he was having sex, she gasped in pain, but she didn't push him away. Instead, she hugged his neck and whimpered like a little wildcat.

He still remembers the soft touch, as delicate as the finest mutton fat jade.

When she groaned, her voice was hoarse and soft.

He almost couldn't hold on.

Last night, they made love countless times, from the bed to the sofa, from the French windows to the bathroom; the room was filled with traces of their lovemaking.

Xu Zhouye leaned back against the headboard, becoming increasingly agitated with each passing thought.

I glanced at the bed sheet; the dark red stain was still there.

the first time.

Damn it, it was his first time too.

"You scumbag, you better not fall into my hands." He said through gritted teeth.

He threw back the covers and got out of bed, taking a few barefoot steps. The woman's sundress was spread out on the carpet, and a bath towel was crumpled up. He kicked it aside, looked around, and found a pair of pants.

She took his clothes, but mercifully left him a pair of trousers.

Xu Zhouye stood there naked, feeling both angry and amused.

What a scumbag woman, she really is a scumbag woman.

He took a deep breath, picked up his phone from the bedside table, scrolled through his contacts, and dialed: "Send over a set of clothes, Junting, room number 8888."

Before the other side could react, he was killed.

Twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang, and Xu Zhouye opened the door wrapped in a bath towel.

The man who arrived was a young man named Lu Yanbai, a childhood friend with whom he had grown up wearing the same pair of pants.

The moment he entered, he let out a classic Chinese exclamation: "Holy crap!"

Lu Yanbai's gaze swept from the black slip dress on the floor to the overturned bedside lamp, then to the unidentified marks on the sheets, and finally landed on the scratches on Xu Zhouye's chest.

"No, you... you were demolishing the house last night?"

Xu Zhouye leaned against the wall, expressionless: "Where are the clothes?"

"I brought it, I brought it." Lu Yanbai handed over the bag, his eyes still darting around. "Say, how much noise did this cause? Who are you with? Where is everyone?"

Xu Zhouye ignored him and turned to go into the bathroom to change his clothes.

Lu Yanbai followed him to the door, leaned against the door frame and laughed: "They got away? Could it be that your skills are lacking and they ran away overnight?" Lu Yanbai clicked his tongue twice.

Xu Zhouye paused, turned his head and glanced at him.

With a warning look in his eyes, Lu Yanbai realized he had guessed the truth and decided to give his good brother some face. He pulled two fingers together to make a shushing gesture.

However, he was genuinely shocked.

Xu Zhouye has the most attractive face imaginable. He has high brow bones, upturned eyes, and a roguish smile when his thin lips curve into a grin.

In Beijing's social circles, the women who wanted to get close to him could stretch from the East Third Ring Road to the West Third Ring Road.

Ironically, he lived the most simple and abstemious life.

While others spent their youth dating, he was competing and winning championships. At thirteen, he went to Europe, progressing from karting to F4, and then to F1. Racing was his only love.

One year when he returned to China for the Chinese New Year, the Zhao family's daughter blocked the entrance to his garage to confess her love. Xu Zhouye glanced at her and said, "Move aside, you're blocking my car."

The door closed, and he never came out again.

The girl was left crying at the door, and later she became a hater of Xu Zhouye, and now she is still happily making up dirt on him online.

His childhood friends once thought he had a problem with his sexual orientation.

Lu Yanbai even had a serious talk with him, saying, "Dude, you don't need to feel pressured. You can like men or women."

Xu Zhouye was looking at the data at the time and didn't even look up: "I only like things that are fast."

Lu Yanbai glanced at the man with the gloomy face and silently mourned for him.

He said, "How can you like something fast?"

A man shouldn't say "fast".

Now look what's happened! Not only was her virginity taken from her, but the person just walked away without a word. Who can she complain to?

"Check it out for me," Xu Zhouye said, picking up his phone. "Last night, at the bar downstairs, a woman in a black dress. Long hair, quite tall, and very..." He paused, "...especially beautiful."

Lu Yanbai raised an eyebrow, wisely refraining from further taunts, and simply asked, "What's your name?"

"have no idea."

"..."

"Checking the surveillance footage is fine too. She came with several women, one of whom I recognize; she's from the Shen family."

Lu Yanbai nodded: "Okay, I'll let you know if I have any news."

The two left the room together and headed towards the elevator.

The elevator had mirrors on three sides. Xu Zhouye turned his head and saw an ambiguous bite mark on the side of his neck.

A very deep mark.

She bit it last night.

They were shouting so happily.

They were clearly wrapped up so tightly.

Her ankles were wrapped around his waist, refusing to let go. The sound of breaking never stopped from beginning to end.

Is that because he's not skilled enough?

He absolutely denies it.

Xu Zhouye withdrew his gaze, raised his hand and tugged at his collar to cover the two marks.

The elevator reached the first floor and the doors opened.

He strode out, his demeanor heavy with gloom.

-

Song Qingjia, of course, had no idea that the other party involved was frantically searching for her, and dragged her aching legs home.

I took a quick shower, threw myself into bed, and fell asleep within three seconds.

I was awakened by the sound of the curtains swishing open when I opened my eyes again.

Sunlight suddenly streamed in, and Song Qingjia frowned, turning her head to bury her face in the pillow.

"Song Qingjia, you're something else, I've been calling you all day and you haven't answered."

Shen Lingyi stood by the bed, looking down at her.

Song Qingjia peeked half her face out from under the pillow, her eyes still closed, her eyelashes trembling, her lips slightly pouting, her whole body limp and unnatural.

Her long hair was spread out on the pillow, making her face look as white as porcelain, with a high nose and bright red lips.

Shen Lingyi looked at it for two seconds, and her anger subsided considerably.

Oh well, what can I do? She's beautiful.

"Look at your dark circles, did you go steal a cow last night?" Shen Lingyi reached out and poked her cheek.

Song Qingjia made a "hmm" sound and dodged her ravaging.

He thought to himself, "It's just a cow I stole."

A bull with immense strength.

"Get up quickly. I know you haven't eaten, so I specially brought you crab roe noodles made by the housekeeper." Shen Lingyi continued to pull her up. "I peeled the crabs myself."

Song Qingjia was forcibly pulled up and her sleepiness was mostly gone. She simply threw off the covers and got out of bed, stepping barefoot on the floor.

Shen Lingyi followed behind, scanning her up and down. She was wearing long-sleeved and long-legged pajamas that covered her completely.

Something's not right, something's very wrong.

She squinted: "When did you start wearing this?"

Song Qingjia paused in his steps.

"Don't you hate long-sleeved and long-legged pajamas the most? Your closet is full of silk camisoles, you practically want to sleep naked." Shen Lingyi raised an eyebrow, "You're so covered up today, something's fishy."

Song Qingjia didn't turn around, but looked down at herself.

She rummaged through her drawers and found this set of pajamas to cover the suggestive marks on her body.

Last night's activities were really excessive and wild, not to mention the marks on my body. And that area down there was even more...

She walked to the table, poured herself a glass of water, and said lazily, "Well, because I did something bad."

Shen Lingyi snorted.

She stared at Song Qingjia's back. The two were so familiar with each other that she could tell at a glance whether the nonchalance in Song Qingjia's voice was genuine or not.

This time it's for real.

Shen Lingyi stared at her best friend, her tone suddenly becoming serious: "Song Qingjia, tell me honestly, what were you doing when you left the table halfway through last night?"

Her words were loaded with meaning.

Song Qingjia naturally understood, and asked carefully, "What's wrong?"

Shen Lingyi: "Someone is looking for you; they found out I'm here."