Spring Night Kiss.

"A repressed flirt?" Xu Zhouye repeated lazily.

He unbuttoned the buttons he had just put on and walked step by step to the bedside.

Sensing danger, Song Qingjia moved to the other side of the bed. Before she could take two steps, her ankle was grabbed and she was dragged back.

"What do you want to do?" She was pinned down by the man and couldn't move.

"I'll show you how sexy I am," he whispered in her ear.

Song Qingjia: "..."

For a moment, I was speechless.

The man on top of her had one hand on her waist and the other hand ripped off her pajamas, tossing them aside along with her white shirt.

With Song Qingjia no longer covered, their skin touched, and he rubbed against her maliciously.

The kiss slid from behind her ear to her neck, then to her rosy lips. His tongue probed inside, forcefully penetrating, stealing her breath.

His hands weren't idle either; he set her on fire. A vicious, agile movement.

Song Qingjia suddenly trembled, and a groan escaped her throat.

His finger paused, then pressed down gently, his voice barely audible: "So it was here."

Her eyes reddened, and she bit her lip while glaring at him.

Before she could speak, he pressed it again. Song Qingjia arched her back and couldn't help but scream, "Xu Zhouye! Don't..."

So exciting.

The man deliberately kept going, watching her slowly soften beneath him, becoming a pool of water. He watched as she turned her head, her eyelashes wet with tears, her breathing rapid and shallow.

Song Qingjia was no match for him and could only be slaughtered at his mercy.

Xu Zhouye slowly withdrew his hand, his fingertips still tinged with hers. He brought his hand to her lips, his thumb rubbing against her lower lip: "Taste your own flavor."

Song Qingjia turned her head away, her voice hoarse: "No."

He chuckled softly, "But I want to try it."

Song Qingjia: "?"

Under her incredulous gaze, he put his fingertip in his mouth and slowly licked it, as if he were eating a sweet delicacy.

Song Qingjia felt a sudden rush of heat, and her entire body, from her chest to the tips of her ears, flushed pink. In Xu Zhouye's eyes, she was breathtakingly beautiful.

"……abnormal!"

She looked away, as if looking any longer would blind her. But only she knew that something felt empty inside.

I really want something that can...

Xu Zhouye was still smiling, with a hint of roguish charm. He leaned closer, deliberately pressing his ear against hers: "Very sweet."

Song Qingjia turned her face away even further, her disdain evident.

Xu Zhouye didn't mind, reached out and grabbed her knees, spread them apart, and bent down.

A strong sense of crisis washed over her, and she forgot all about being shy, abruptly closing her legs. Gritting her teeth, she cried out, "Xu Zhouye!"

The man was forced to stop, and looked up innocently: "I want to kiss you."

"Is that... a place where we can kiss?!"

Song Qingjia was going crazy. How could this bastard say such things without batting an eye?

She tried to pull her leg back, but couldn't.

The back of her knee was grasped, and there was a strong tendency for them to separate further.

"open!"

"I won't let go, I want to kiss every part of your body." He said, and tried to pull her legs down again.

Song Qingjia started kicking him, kicking his shoulder, kicking his lower abdomen. His heel kicked out but he didn't know where it hit, he only felt a strange sensation.

Her body stiffened.

The air went silent for a moment.

She instinctively tried to pull her foot back, but he reacted even faster, grabbing her ankle.

Let her hold it in place.

Moonlight streamed in through the French windows, illuminating the dark light in his eyes.

"Intentional?" he asked in a hoarse voice.

"……no!"

Song Qingjia was annoyed; how could she have done it on purpose?

Xu Zhouye narrowed his eyes and pulled her legs apart: "Whether it was intentional or not, you're not sleeping tonight."

What happened next was like the rising tide, surging up wave after wave, engulfing people in its deepest depths.

Song Qingjia's thoughts were shattered; she was completely incapable of thinking. All she could do was cling tightly to his shoulders, groaning and crying uncontrollably.

The man on top of her kept asking, "Am I good enough?"

She deliberately stopped talking, keeping her hanging on.

She could only say "okay" over and over again before the man was satisfied, and then he would unleash a torrent of abuse upon her.

Song Qingjia couldn't bear it at all.

She was no longer able to decide whether she should say "okay." All she knew was that, in any situation, she seemed to be a lamb to the slaughter.

Once in the hands of the hunter, all that remains is the fate of being tossed about and manipulated.

Amidst the ups and downs, she could only use the last bit of reason she had left to think about where this bastard had gone for his studies, and why he was acting like he was on aphrodisiacs.

She certainly underestimated a man's obsession with "technology," especially one who had been at the top of the pyramid since childhood. The word "can't" had never existed in his life.

As she was brought to the peak once again, Xu Zhouye suddenly leaned down and pressed his forehead against hers.

Song Qingjia stared at him blankly.

The usual nonchalance had faded from his dark eyes, leaving only seriousness.

"Song Qingjia," he called her name, his voice soft but each word steady, "why don't you really want to give it a try? Be my girlfriend."

Their bodies were still connected, and he could feel her suddenly shrink back.

He chuckled softly and continued, "Want some? Hmm?"

Song Qingjia's heart suddenly trembled.

She could sense the seriousness in his words, unlike when he was pursuing her in Suzhou, where she could easily detect a "just for fun" tone.

This time, it seemed he truly offered his heart to her.

Would she dare to take it?

Song Qingjia lowered her eyelashes, but her hands hooked around his neck, pulling him down. With her eyes closed, she kissed him haphazardly, desperately trying to feel him.

Xu Zhouye's body tensed, and a muffled groan escaped his lips.

His hand gripping her waist tightened involuntarily, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, veins bulging with pleasure.

He tapped his back teeth together, panting, and asked, "Does this mean I agree?"

Song Qingjia remained silent, only relentlessly stimulating his already taut nerves. Seeing his unmoved attitude, she leaned in and bit his Adam's apple: "Will you do it or not?"

Xu Zhouye stared at her for two seconds, then resignedly lifted her legs and made her wrap them around his waist, using his waist and abdomen to exert force.

A pleasant moan rang in my ears.

He thought that perhaps she was a little shy and couldn't say it, so he showed her the answer through his actions.

Thinking this, he became increasingly unrestrained in his actions.

What's the point of dwelling on verbal answers? He's inside her. She belongs to him, and no one can take her away.

-

After a night of absurdity, Xu Zhouye woke up feeling completely satisfied.

He went too far last night, making her cry and not stopping. He needs to comfort her properly; he can't let a small thing ruin his future happiness.

He rolled over and reached his arm to the side.

Pause.

I opened my eyes to a scene all too familiar: an empty bed.

His face instantly darkened.

He sat up, not bothering to put on clothes, grabbed a bath towel and wrapped it around his waist, then stepped across the carpet and searched around.

There was no one in the living room, no one in the kitchen, and no one in the bathroom or bedroom.

The house was enormous and so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

This woman slept with him again and then ran away.

Realizing this, Xu Zhouye suddenly let out a cold laugh. No wonder she refused to answer no matter what yesterday; she never intended to agree in the first place.

His anger surged.

With a dark expression, he picked up his phone and opened WeChat. Unbeknownst to him, a transfer of 100,000 yuan had appeared in his chat history with Song Qingjia.

What does this mean?

Buy his services from last night?

Did they really think he was a gigolo?

He stared at the screen for several seconds, barely managing to suppress his anger, and sent: 【Where are you?】

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