Spring Night Kiss.

Xu Zhouye came out of the club and glanced at the time: nine o'clock.

It takes an hour to get from here to Hongqiao Airport, which isn't exactly a long time.

But why did he go?

She's just a woman, and a woman who started something and then abandoned it. What reason does he have to keep thinking about her?

Frustrated, he ripped open his shirt collar, letting the cold wind rush in, but he still couldn't suppress the anger in his heart.

He strode out with a stern face, opened the car door, and the engine roared away. A few young men and women at the door noticed the commotion and couldn't help but exclaim, "So cool!"

Halfway there, he suddenly turned the steering wheel and drove in the opposite direction.

An hour later, at Hongqiao Airport.

Xu Zhouye deliberately wore a baseball cap with the brim pulled low, and stood at the back of the crowd.

The international flight exit was bustling with people. He stood there for a while before he finally spotted that familiar figure.

She had a tall and slender figure, wearing a beige trench coat with the belt loosely tied around her waist, highlighting her slim figure. Her long hair was loose over her shoulders, with a few unruly strands sticking up on top of her head.

Even after all this time, she is still as radiant as ever.

It seems that disappearing from his bed that morning and blocking all his contact methods did not make her feel even a little bit guilty.

Xu Zhouye sneered.

Of course she felt no guilt; she was still getting so close to other men outside!

The man walking beside her was none other than Nie Yuhuai. So, in these two months, she had only abandoned herself; everyone else was still by her side.

Xu Zhouye took two steps to the side and got a clearer view.

As the two were talking, they reached the exit of the passage. Nie Yuhuai stopped and reached out to help Song Qingjia tidy up her unruly hair.

Xu Zhouye: "?"

Two young women who were picking up passengers at the airport also noticed this scene. One of them cupped her face and exclaimed softly, "Oh my god, they look so good together, like they're filming an idol drama."

Xu Zhouye glanced at her sideways; the little girl just didn't have the ability to think. Didn't she see that Song Qingjia had turned her head away, clearly indicating her displeasure?

"A perfect match my ass."

The little girl turned her head and glanced at him, looking completely bewildered, before pulling her companion a few steps away.

Xu Zhouye: "..."

He ignored them and continued to stare at the two people not far away. He didn't know what they said, but they parted ways, and Song Qingjia pushed her suitcase towards the airport exit.

He licked his back teeth and followed after them.

But I dared not get too close, for fear of being discovered and losing face.

The airport exit was crowded with passengers dragging their suitcases. Afraid of getting lost, he quickened his pace. Just past a pillar, two uniformed airport police officers approached.

"Sir, could you please show me your ID card?"

They had noticed him earlier; he was wearing a hat and acting suspiciously, which didn't seem right. Adhering to the principle of better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free, they immediately stopped him.

Xu Zhouye paused, his voice slightly annoyed: "What is it?"

"Routine inspection, please cooperate."

His gaze passed over the policeman's shoulder and fell on Song Qingjia's back as she moved towards the exit. Seemingly sensing something amiss behind her, she glanced back, then quickly looked away and continued walking out.

Xu Zhouye narrowed his eyes. She didn't recognize him?

"Sir, what brings you to the airport?"

"To pick someone up."

"Who are you picking up?"

Xu Zhouye didn't answer. He saw Song Qingjia pushing her luggage out of the glass door and she was almost out of sight.

He was getting anxious and was about to speak when someone suddenly leaned in with a phone, their voice sharp and bright: "Xu Zhouye? Are you Xu Zhouye?"

Another person's attention was drawn to the scene: "Really? Xu Zhouye?"

"It's Wild God! The one from F1!"

People swarmed around, holding their phones high and flashing their cameras.

Xu Zhouye was surrounded, and Song Qingjia had completely disappeared from his sight.

The police officer frowned and gestured to maintain order: "Make way, make way, don't crowd!"

After their initial excitement subsided, the fans behaved themselves and dispersed slightly to make room for the people inside.

Xu Zhouye frowned, snatched his ID card back from the policeman's hand, and stuffed it into his pocket: "Is the check finished? Can I go now?"

The policeman paused for a moment, and before he could speak, he had already pushed through the crowd and strode out.

Several persistent fans chased after him, but he patiently waved them off, saying, "I'll sign autographs for you next time; I have something urgent to do today."

After saying that, he strode out.

Even so, Song Qingjia was still nowhere to be seen outside the glass door.

He stood at the doorway, watching the cars passing by in the night, and cursed under his breath. He took out his phone and dialed Lu Yanbai's number; the call was answered quickly.

"Where is your girlfriend?" Xu Zhouye asked bluntly.

Lu Yanbai was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter: "You went to the airport? Didn't you pick me up?"

"Where is your girlfriend?" he repeated impatiently.

"Of course, it's just a casual fling with you."

Where is your girlfriend?

Lu Yanbai gave up and resigned himself to his fate, saying, "I'll go and inquire for you. Just wait."

-

Song Qingjia and Shen Lingyi found a barbecue restaurant that was still open by the roadside, had a late-night snack, chatted for a while, and it was already 2 a.m. when they finished.

Before returning to China, she had already found an apartment near the team's headquarters, making it very convenient for her commute.

The community is a high-end community that was completed in the last two years. It has a lot of privacy and is very quiet. The only downside is that the rent is a bit high.

She has saved up quite a bit of money in the past two years, so she won't be unable to afford it.

Watching Shen Lingyi's car disappear around the corner, Song Qingjia dragged her suitcase into the building.

As the elevator ascended, she leaned against the wall and closed her eyes.

Just now at the airport, she saw someone whose figure looked remarkably like Xu Zhouye, wearing a hat so she couldn't see his face clearly. However, she thought it couldn't be such a coincidence.

"bite--"

The elevator stopped on the thirteenth floor, and the doors opened.

She went outside, came to the door on the left, and entered the password.

She pushed open the door, and before her hand could even touch the light switch in the entryway, a hand suddenly grabbed her waist from behind and pulled her into the room.

The suitcase was tripped over at the doorway, making a dull thud.

Her back slammed against the wall, and a hand cushioned the back of her head, so it didn't hurt. But then a burning hot body pressed down on her.

It carries the familiar scent of pine.

Song Qingjia's clenched fist suddenly loosened, and he didn't throw a punch.

In the darkness, the man grabbed her chin and kissed her fiercely.

With pent-up frustration and insatiable rage, he bit from the corner of her lips to her jaw, then down her neck.

His breath was hot and rapid, spraying onto her skin, causing her to tremble.

Her hands were also pressed above her head, her fingers interlocked, palm to palm, both covered in sweat.

Song Qingjia gasped and turned her head away, but the man's lips continued to follow, his tongue gently touching hers.

She shuddered, her fingers unconsciously clenching.

"Xu Zhouye—" she called his name, but the last syllable was crushed in her throat by his forceful sucking.

It's unclear how long they kissed, but Xu Zhouye finally pushed her away slightly.

"Song Qingjia, do you have a heart?"