Spring Night Kiss.

Xu Zhouye pushed open the door and stepped aside to let him pass.

Song Qingjia walked in in front of him, her shoulder brushing against his chest, and the door closed behind her.

The entryway light was off, with only city light streaming in through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

She stood in the dim light, not yet able to see where she was going, when her waist was already gripped and her back was pressed against the cold wall.

He reached out and placed his hand behind her waist; his palm was burning hot even through her clothes.

"Have you thought it through?" he asked, his voice low and husky, his nose brushing against her forehead.

Song Qingjia reached out and hooked her arm around his neck, pulling him down a little, her lips pressed against his Adam's apple: "The door's already closed, why are you still asking?"

Xu Zhouye chuckled softly, looking down to find her lips, but she dodged away.

He raised an eyebrow: "What does that mean?"

Song Qingjia: "I want to take a shower."

Xu Zhouye looked at her for two seconds, then suddenly reached out and pressed the switch behind her. Instantly, the lights blazed on.

She was so blinded by the sudden light that she closed her eyes.

In the short time it took for her to close her eyes, she was lifted up by her hips.

Ascending the stairs, you enter a long corridor.

Xu Zhouye carried her to the master bedroom at the end of the corridor, his room. She was the first woman to enter.

He placed her on the sink in the master bathroom, her hands braced on either side of him, his deep gaze sweeping over her from head to toe, his voice also deep: "Shall I help you wash?"

Song Qingjia put her hand on his shoulder: "Where should I wash?"

Xu Zhouye chuckled: "Of course, we wash it inside and out."

He reached out and turned on the tap. Hot water gushed out, steam slowly rose, and the mirror was covered with a layer of white mist.

He hooked his finger around the top button of her shirt, not in a hurry to unbutton it, but rubbed his fingertip along the edge of the button, as if waiting for her reaction.

Song Qingjia lowered her eyes, took his hand, and helped him untie it.

Xu Zhouye was not surprised at all. From that night on, she had been as direct and unpretentious as ever.

He liked that about her.

One button at a time, the shirt slipped off her shoulders and bunched around her waist, the black lace trim outlining its soft curves. The stark contrast of black and white, the intense visual clash, made his throat itch.

"Beautiful." His gaze lingered there, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

Song Qingjia raised her hand, pressed her index finger against his chest, and pushed him away half an inch: "You haven't taken your clothes off yet."

"Want to see?"

"think."

Xu Zhouye grabbed the hem of his clothes and ripped it off his head with a swift and decisive motion, messing up his hair and letting a few strands fall across his forehead.

A kind of messy handsomeness that makes you want to mess him up even more.

Song Qingjia reached out and touched his collarbone, then slowly slid his hand down to his waist, feeling his abdomen tighten. She then slid her hand back up to his eyes. A slight smile curved her lips, as if she were inspecting him or giving her feedback.

"good."

"Just okay?"

Xu Zhouye was amused by her, grabbed her waist, lifted her off the sink, and let her bare feet rest on his insteps. Their bodies were pressed together, with almost no gap between them.

He lowered his head and kissed the corner of her lips: "How about this?"

As he spoke, his hand reached down, hooked the edge of her waistband, and pulled it down. The fabric rubbed against her skin, slowly slipping away until it finally reached her ankles.

He pressed his knee in, the heel of his palm against her skin, his fingertips brushing against the softest edge of the fabric, and stopped there, not moving again.

Song Qingjia's breathing changed.

It was a very subtle change, but the man noticed it immediately.

"Looks like it very much," he said.

Song Qingjia was a little annoyed. She pounced on him and bit his chest. As soon as she opened her mouth, her panting breath betrayed her.

"Don't you like it?"

Xu Zhouye hooked the last piece of her fabric at the edge, and sighed with a smile, "I like it."

As soon as she finished speaking, her body tensed, and her fingertips dug into his shoulder, turning it slightly white.

He lowered his head and kissed her collarbone, taking that small patch of skin into his mouth, his tongue tracing over it, while his fingers did the same.

"Xu Zhouye..."

"Hmm?" He looked up, his eyes as dark as deep water. "Not feeling well?"

Song Qingjia didn't answer, but instead raised her hand to hook his neck and seek his lips.

Why do I feel unwell?

It felt so good that my back went weak.

Xu Zhouye chuckled softly and turned her around so that she was facing the mirror.

She rested her hands on the sink, and the mirror reflected the images of two people.

Just looking at it makes one blush and their heart race.

"Look carefully, who is *you*."

Song Qingjia met his gaze in the mirror; it was deep and dark, as if it could draw her in. The moment their eyes met, her heart skipped a beat.

But Xu Zhouye didn't give her a chance to continue being stunned. He tore off the black lace fabric, picked her up, and carried her to the shower room.

Hot water was poured over their heads, soaking them completely from head to toe.

Song Qingjia was pinned against the wall, with one leg lifted up.

My vision was blurred by the hot water, but my senses became clearer.

A violent storm swept in, shattering all sound.

She could only cling to him, like a lone boat on the sea, rising and falling with the waves, completely dominated by them.

Until... she opened her mouth, unable to even scream.

"No...don't do this..."

The veins on Xu Zhouye's neck bulged, and as an overwhelming pleasure surged through him, he suddenly...

Song Qingjia recoiled as her palm was burned, but another large hand grabbed her hand and enveloped it.

……

This bath took way too long.

Song Qingjia nestled in Xu Zhouye's arms, her body trembling occasionally. He gently stroked her back to soothe her trembling.

"Aren't you going to say my skills are bad?" The scoundrel's first words were anything but pleasant.

Song Qingjia glared at him, but her eyes were wet, making it seem like she was being coquettish.

Xu Zhouye's eyes darkened, and he leaned down to kiss her eyes: "Don't look at me like that, or I'll want to eat you up."

"I'll eat you."

The afterglow of her body hadn't faded yet, but her lips were already hard again.

"Fine, you eat me then."

Xu Zhouye, having satisfied his desires, naturally didn't argue with her. He carefully washed her body clean and was about to pick her up when she pushed him away.

"I can walk by myself." The girl still refused to back down.

Xu Zhouye raised an eyebrow and released his grip.

As soon as she loosened her grip, Song Qingjia's legs went weak and she collapsed to the ground.

Xu Zhouye reacted quickly and pulled the person into his arms.

"...?"

The silence was deafening.

The man laughed again, his chest vibrating, the sound reaching Song Qingjia's ears clearly, almost indistinguishable from mockery.

"Don't laugh!" She reached out and covered his mouth.

Xu Zhouye picked her up and kissed her palm: "Okay, don't laugh."

He put the person on the bed, then pulled a white shirt from the closet and handed it to him: "Wear this for now, and have someone send over a change of clothes tomorrow."

Song Qingjia picked it up, looking quite disgusted: "Why is it still worn?"

Xu Zhouye paused in buttoning his shirt, then turned around.

"I don't mind not wearing it, I prefer that."

Song Qingjia: "..."

"A repressed pervert!"