Spring Night Kiss.

Song Qingjia walked into the "Morning and Evening" bar with a cold face.

Following the directions given by Xu Zhouye's friend, they found someone slumped on the sofa in a corner. But the friend was nowhere to be seen.

She frowned. This friend was too unreliable, just leaving her here like that. At least wait for her to arrive before leaving.

If Gu Lin knew what she was thinking, he would definitely feel wronged to death. He was clearly driven away by his idol.

Song Qingjia walked to Xu Zhouye's side. The man's hair was messy, his cheeks were flushed, and there was a row of empty wine bottles in front of him.

"Xu Zhouye." She reached out and nudged his shoulder.

no response.

She gave it another push: "Let's go."

The man finally reacted, slowly raising his head with his eyes half-open and half-closed, his gaze unfocused. It took him three seconds to recognize her.

"Get up quickly..." Song Qingjia deliberately put on a cold face.

Xu Zhouye didn't move. He stared at her for a few seconds, then suddenly reached out, hooked his arm around her neck, and pulled her down.

Leaning on her shoulder, he whispered, "You're finally here."

The scalding heat swept over her skin, sending a tingling sensation through her.

She tilted her head to dodge, but couldn't escape. He tightened his arms around her, hanging on her body.

Song Qingjia: "..."

Is it for real that a man can act so coquettishly when he's drunk?

It took her a lot of effort to lift Xu Zhouye out of the booth. He was unsteady on his feet, with half of his body weight on her, and his hands still wrapped around her waist.

Song Qingjia practically dragged him out, but the man wouldn't stay still, constantly nuzzling her neck and mumbling her name: "Qingjia... Song Qingjia..."

She took a deep breath.

"Watch where you're going, hurry up."

"You smell so good..."

"Shut up."

She helped him into the passenger seat, fastened his seatbelt, and was about to get out when her waist was blocked again.

With a forceful pull, the man pulled her onto his chest.

"Don't go..." he murmured, half-asleep, as he reached for her lips and bit them.

Song Qingjia took another deep breath; she couldn't argue with a drunkard.

She softened her voice and coaxed, "I won't leave, I'll take you home, okay?" After saying that, she gave him a comforting kiss on the lips.

Xu Zhouye finally let go.

Song Qingjia closed the car door and went around to the driver's seat. She didn't see that the man's hazy eyes cleared the moment the door closed, and a smile curved his lips, which then disappeared after a moment.

It seems that pretending to be weak was indeed the right thing to do; it was worth downloading Doubao and chatting with this idiotic AI for so long.

Song Qingjia helped the person to the door with difficulty.

"What's the password?"

He buried his face in the top of her head and didn't say anything.

She nudged him with her elbow: "Xu Zhouye, the password."

The man then mumbled a few numbers.

Song Qingjia entered the password, the door opened, she helped him inside, and threw him onto the sofa.

"I'm going back. Are you alright on your own?"

His answer was his arm; with a forceful tug, he pulled her down. She braced herself on either side of his body, but before she could stand up, he grabbed her waist and pressed her against him.

Song Qingjia: "..."

"Why did that man leave your house?" Xu Zhouye opened his eyes, his dark eyes like whirlpools, but his tone was aggrieved.

"You let him in, do you like him?"

Song Qingjia: "..."

What is all this nonsense? Is this man out of his mind? When did she start liking Wen Shixu?

But the man beneath her looked aggrieved, like a fluffy big dog whining.

Faced with him like this, Song Qingjia couldn't bring herself to say anything harsh.

"No, I don't like him. He's just here to vaccinate Er Gou."

Xu Zhouye's brow relaxed, and his hand slid from her waist to her back, pulling her closer to him. "Then you can't let him come again."

"Okay, okay, I won't let him come," Song Qingjia coaxed him patiently. "Can you let me go now?"

"No, I want to kiss you..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed her head and pressed it down, covering her lips with his.

His hot tongue, thick with the scent of alcohol, forcefully pried open her lips and teeth, entwining with hers.

Song Qingjia was breathless from the kiss.

His hand slid under her clothes, his palm moving upwards along her skin. She pressed his hand down, panting, "Xu Zhouye, you—"

"Has he ever kissed you?" he interrupted her, moving his lips to her chin, then to her ear, and taking her earlobe into his mouth.

"Do you have it?"

The intense stimulation rendered Song Qingjia speechless.

The next second, my chest felt empty as a hand grasped it.

Song Qingjia groaned. She was going crazy. Hadn't she already said she didn't like it? Why was she still acting like this?

She dodged his mischievous hands, but her body suddenly bumped into something.

Song Qingjia paused for a moment, then reached out his hand.

It's said that drunk people are incapable of promiscuity, so...

She slowly raised her head and looked at him. There was no trace of drunkenness in his eyes anymore; they were dark, clear, and staring straight at her.

She strained, gritting her teeth: "You're not drunk at all!"

Xu Zhouye's breathing changed; a vein throbbed on his forehead as he took a deep breath.

Song Qingjia let go, pushing against his chest: "Let go!"

Why would he let go?

Instead, he rolled over and pinned the person down on the sofa.

"Why did you come to pick me up?" he asked breathlessly. "You were worried about me."

Song Qingjia denied it: "How could I possibly worry about you!"

Dissatisfied with her answer, Xu Zhouye deliberately...the person beneath him bit her lip, suppressing a moan.

"You're not exactly indifferent to me either, so why won't you admit it?" he asked slowly, as if punishing her for her stubbornness.

Song Qingjia's rationality teetered on the brink of collapse; her whole body trembled, but she still refused to back down: "Are you competing with him now? Competing to see who is more qualified to be mine—"

He swallowed the rest of the words.

"Of course I'm more qualified," he said.

Song Qingjia glared at him.

"So, does your suggestion still stand?" Xu Zhouye lowered his head, and the two noses touched.

His voice lowered, tinged with a hint of self-reproach and disappointment. He was completely out of options; all principles and morals were to hell with him.

He just wanted to be with her, even without any formal status.

Song Qingjia looked at him, a slow smile spreading across her face. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

"To be counted".

One night of absurdity.

Song Qingjia's body tensed, her fingers gripping the bed sheet, clenching and loosening, her scream shattered between his lips and teeth by his kiss.

Before she could recover from the afterglow, he lifted her up again, sitting against the headboard and pressing on her waist.

Song Qingjia couldn't bear it any longer and could only throw herself into his arms, her eyes filled with uncontrollable tears, making his shoulder wet.

Xu Zhouye tilted his head, and mischievously whispered in her ear, "Has he been here?"

She didn't answer.

He then deliberately caused trouble, which led the woman to bite his shoulder.

He chuckled softly and continued, "Is he as good as me?"

Song Qingjia felt like she was going crazy.

But he wouldn't let her go, forcing her to speak.

"I haven't tried it, how would I... know..." Her voice was broken.

Xu Zhouye was finally satisfied. He kissed her eyelids and coaxed her softly, "Good girl, baby."

Song Qingjia is so tired.

In her daze, she wondered if she had found herself a bed partner who was too capable.

Won't she be completely drained?