Spring Night Kiss.

Xu Zhouye got up and went to the balcony to smoke a cigarette.

He's not a heavy smoker, but he'll have one when he's upset. Lately, he's been smoking a little more frequently, and the culprit, of course, is the person behind the glass door.

He scoffed softly, turned around, and placed his hand on the railing.

After finishing his cigarette, he walked outside for a while to clear the air before pushing open the door and returning to the living room.

Beside the sofa, Song Qingjia had already fallen asleep, her head tilted to the side and her head resting on the coffee table.

Xu Zhouye looked up at the clock on the wall and realized it was almost one o'clock in the morning.

He walked to the woman's side, reached out and brushed a stray hair from her face, his fingertips brushing against her cheekbone. The delicate, soft touch was addictive.

"Qingjia?" he called softly.

No response was received.

Her first day at work was so demanding, requiring both mental and verbal skills; she was truly exhausted.

Xu Zhouye bent down and picked the person up in his arms.

Song Qingjia stirred in his arms, still not waking up, but finding a comfortable position against his chest. Her lips brushed against his collar, and she mumbled indistinctly, "I will definitely help you build a good car..."

Xu Zhouye paused, then chuckled.

"Yes, I believe you."

Song Qingjia groaned, seemingly feeling uncomfortable in the position, and snuggled closer to his chest. With her movement, the thin bra strap slipped off her shoulder, revealing half of her soft skin.

Xu Zhouye reached out and tugged at it, his fingertips accidentally touching it, as if setting his fingertips on fire.

The girl in his arms was completely unaware, only muttering again, "I won't let them keep cursing you..."

This time it was even more ambiguous, the words stuck together. Xu Zhouye only clearly heard "not allow" and "you".

He guessed, was it that they didn't want him to hug them? Or something else?

It certainly wasn't anything nice to say.

He has self-awareness.

Song Qingjia's room was decorated in a cozy style, with off-white curtains and a warm yellow crystal chandelier. There was also a small doll on the bedside table.

A red head, a blue face, and six hairs on top. It looks a bit eerie at first glance, but strangely cute at second glance.

Xu Zhouye gently placed her on the bed. As soon as she touched the bed, she rolled over, rolled to the side of the blanket, hugged it tightly, and curled up.

Her nightgown rode up because of her movement, revealing a small patch of skin on her side, and...

Black lace panties.

Xu Zhouye stood by the bed for a while before bending down to take the blanket from her hands, unfolding it and covering her completely.

The room was a bit hot, so he tugged at his collar and turned to leave.

The temperature wasn't high late at night, but he felt a bit parched. He took a bottle of ice water from the refrigerator and gulped it down, which finally made him feel a little better.

After finishing his drink, he didn't rush to move. Instead, he leaned against the table, thinking about Song Qingjia's curled-up sleeping posture earlier.

He had once read an analysis of various sleeping positions in a psychology book, and she said that her sleeping position was a sign of extreme insecurity.

Why does she lack a sense of security?

Suddenly, in the silence, the curtains moved slightly.

Xu Zhouye paused, his expression turning wary. The curtains moved again, as if something was behind them.

He put down his cup, walked over quietly, and pulled back the curtain, meeting a pair of bright green eyes.

A golden shaded dog was perched on the windowsill, its fur bristling, its tail thickened, its back arched, and it was breathing on him.

"Are you Song Qingjia's cat?"

He found it amusing, and leaned down slightly to look at it.

Song Ergou felt that he was being provoked, so he exhaled and lowered his body even further.

"He's not very old, but he has quite a temper," Xu Zhouye commented.

The kitten is round and adorable; even its feigned fierce hiss has an adorable quality. And because it's Song Qingjia's cat, its cuteness is amplified even further.

He couldn't resist reaching out to pet its head. But to his surprise, the kitten, being quite aloof, lashed out with its paw at him.

A sharp pain shot through the back of my hand, revealing three bloody welts.

Xu Zhouye hissed and looked down; blood was seeping out. It seemed that no mercy had been shown to him.

He clicked his tongue lightly, quickly reached out and grabbed the back of its neck, lifting it off the windowsill.

The kitten, its vital point pinched, instantly became docile, its limbs drooping, its tail tucked between its legs, and its big, round eyes waiting for him.

"Just like your master," Xu Zhouye said, bringing it closer, "baring its teeth and brandishing its claws."

Song Ergou let out a pitiful "meow".

Its affectionate manner is just like its owner's.

Xu Zhouye looked at it for two seconds, then put it down. As soon as it landed, it darted under the sofa, leaving only the tip of its tail visible.

Hearing his approaching footsteps, even the tip of his tail disappeared.

Xu Zhouye: "...Fine, I'll leave, okay?"

-

Song Qingjia was woken up by the alarm clock.

She was resisting getting out of bed, but had no choice. She'd rather work overtime at night than get up early for work.

Struggling to sit up, she belatedly began to wonder how she got back to bed yesterday.

Hearing the noise, Song Ergou jumped up, stood up, and rubbed against her, purring incessantly.

"Did you get me into bed?"

Song Qingjia hugged it tightly, pulled it close to her, and rubbed its little nose against it in a cheeky tone.

Song Ergou had no way to defend himself.

Song Qingjia sighed: "Alright, if it's not you, it seems it can only be him."

She quickly finished washing up, put on a simple base layer, grabbed her laptop bag, and went out.

As soon as I came out, the door across the street opened too.

Xu Zhouye glanced at her, said nothing, and turned to walk towards the elevator.

He spent half the night thinking about it after he got back yesterday, feeling that his behavior was too low-class and not at all like the style of Xu Shao from the capital.

They're just ordinary colleagues. Why would someone rush to bring them food and even put them to sleep?

outrageous!

Even if they were to speak, she would have to be the one to initiate the conversation.

Song Qingjia was somewhat confused. What was this jerk doing all night? Was he going to start pretending to be a stranger to her again?

However, if he wanted to pretend, she would play along.

The elevator doors opened, and the two walked in side by side.

The atmosphere was somewhat eerie.

Xu Zhouye kept looking at her bright and beautiful face through the mirrored wall. When they reached the third floor, he couldn't help but speak up.

"Aren't you going to thank me for what happened last night?"

Song Qingjia: "...?"

"I gave you so much useful information, but it didn't help your forewing design?"

Song Qingjia: "...Oh, thank you."

Xu Zhouye: "Just a verbal thank you? That doesn't seem very sincere, does it?"

Song Qingjia rolled her eyes, turned her head to look at him, and smirked: "Oh, then I take back my thanks to you."

The elevator doors opened at the opportune moment, and she strode out.

Xu Zhouye: "?"

You can't get angry with women.

He took a deep breath, caught up with her, and held out his hand in front of her face: "Your cat scratched me. So, how are you going to compensate me?"