Spring Night Kiss.

Song Qingjia lay on Xu Zhouye's body for a long time to recover, her body still trembling.

Xu Zhouye gently stroked her smooth, fair back and kissed her forehead, comforting her with each touch.

Just now, when he carried her to the bathroom to take a shower, he couldn't resist pressing her down in the bathtub and having sex with her again. Now, he looked completely satisfied.

Song Qingjia pushed him, trying to get off him.

"What are you doing?" He tightened his grip on her arm.

"I'm going back now."

Xu Zhouye's expression changed. He gripped her waist, his voice turning cold: "You've changed your mind?"

Song Qingjia gave him a speechless look: "I need to go feed the cat. If I don't feed it soon, the child will starve to death."

Xu Zhouye licked his back teeth, somewhat speechless at his overreaction.

But he showed no sign of it, calmly helping her to her feet: "I'll go with you."

He picked up the bathrobe beside him, unfolded it, draped it over her body, and tied the straps. He checked her over again, making sure that every inch of skin that shouldn't be exposed was completely covered, before picking her up in his arms.

Song Qingjia glanced at him.

He laughed and said, "I know your legs are weak."

She snorted, didn't struggle, and let him carry her home.

As soon as the door opened, Song Ergou was waiting at the door.

The little guy, tail held high and making gurgling noises, was about to go forward to greet Xu Zhouye when it suddenly stopped in its tracks. Its fur stood on end, its ears were flattened like airplane ears, and it made a low hissing sound.

This was the first time Song Qingjia had ever seen it like this, and she was amazed. She patted Xu Zhouye on the shoulder, signaling him to put her down.

She crouched down and gently called, "Come here quickly~"

The little guy stared cautiously at Xu Zhouye, his round eyes unblinking, but he still circled around and snuggled over to Song Qingjia's arms.

Song Qingjia picked it up and looked at the man behind her with a leisurely air: "Xu Zhouye, it seems like you're being rejected by a cat."

Xu Zhouye reached out to tease it, but before his fingertips could even touch it, he was breathed on. He withdrew his hand and scoffed, "That's because it's not familiar with me yet."

Song Qingjia carried the cat inside, still feeling an unusual fullness between her legs. She paused for a moment, then continued walking as if nothing had happened.

"Then why doesn't it treat others like that?"

"Which 'other person'?"

She put the cat on the ground, took out cat food from the cabinet, poured it into a bowl, and changed the water.

"It's very affectionate towards Lingyi, and also..."

The sound stopped abruptly.

The three words "Wen Shixu" circled on her tongue for a moment before she swallowed them back down.

This jerk of a man is endlessly jealous; she still wants to get out of bed tomorrow.

Xu Zhouye narrowed his eyes, guessing the name that hadn't been finished. He snorted, "Then I'll have to move in and cultivate a father-son relationship with it."

Song Qingjia: "Don't push your luck."

"What do you mean by pushing your luck? As your bed partner, of course I have to serve you well at all times."

Of course, it is unknown what kind of service it is.

Song Qingjia ignored him, squatted down, stroked Er Gou's head, and watched it eat.

Xu Zhouye stood behind her for a while, then suddenly asked, "Why did you name it Er Gou (Second Dog)? What about Da Gou (Big Dog)?"

The woman who was petting the cat slowly raised her head and looked at him.

Xu Zhouye understood everything; the big dog was him.

"..." His lips twitched.

Song Qingjia couldn't help but smile, lowering her head to continue stroking the little guy's head, her tone self-righteous: "What do you know? A humble name makes a child easier to raise. This name is imbued with my deep love for my son."

Xu Zhouye scoffed and squatted down, wanting to touch it too.

Er Gou moved half an inch to the side while eating.

His hand missed its target.

Song Qingjia laughed so hard her shoulders were shaking.

Enraged, Xu Zhouye scooped her up from the ground and hoisted her onto his shoulder.

"What are you doing?" she asked, laughing as she patted his back.

Without saying a word, he carried her into the bedroom, hooked his leg, and kicked the door shut.

-

The next day, Song Qingjia was woken up by an alarm clock.

She struggled to open her eyes, but there was no one beside her. They had another fight later, and now she was incredibly sleepy.

But I still have to go to work.

After quickly tidying herself up, Song Qingjia opened the door, and a delicious aroma wafted out. It was the smell of seafood porridge, mixed with a hint of the spiciness of ginger.

In the living room, Xu Zhouye was sitting on the carpet, playing with a small ball with Song Ergou.

He tossed it out, and the little guy fetched it back, placing it beside him with its tail held high. He tossed it out again, and the cat retrieved it again. Over and over, it never got tired of it.

Hearing the noise, Xu Zhouye turned his head: "Awake?"

He put down the ball, stood up, walked to her, pinched her chin, and kissed her lips. His eyes were filled with a smile, a languid look of contentment: "Have breakfast first."

Song Qingjia hummed in agreement and turned her head to look at Song Ergou.

The little guy had had enough fun, so he jumped onto the cat tree, squeezed himself into the space capsule with only the tip of his tail sticking out, and swayed slowly.

"You bought it off so quickly?" She raised an eyebrow.

Xu Zhouye said lazily, "Of course, they were conquered by my personal charm."

He wouldn't tell her that he got up early that morning to bribe the kitten with cat treats, and that he got scratched for it.

The rice in the seafood congee was cooked until soft and tender, and the umami flavor of the shrimp and scallops mixed with the warm aroma of ginger, which amazed Song Qingjia as soon as she took a bite.

She scooped up another spoonful, and while drinking it, asked, "Did you make this?"

"How could that be?" Xu Zhouye sat down opposite her and served himself a bowl. "How's the food at that private restaurant on Hengshan Road?"

Song Qingjia nodded: "You are honest."

Xu Zhouye chuckled roguishly, "What's there to be ashamed of? Besides, haven't you already witnessed my skills?"

Song Qingjia raised her eyelids to look at him: "Don't say a word so early in the morning."

He looked innocent: "What are you thinking? I meant, I'm good at driving."

Song Qingjia: "..."

She finished the porridge in her bowl, stood up, picked up her car keys, and said, "I'm off to work."

Xu Zhouye followed her with his hands in his pockets.

Song Qingjia turned to look at him from the entryway: "You drive yourself."

"I didn't drive my car back last night."

"You only have one car?"

She wasn't wrong. Even if his own collection of sports cars wasn't in Shanghai, the team would still provide him with a ride. Vortex's sponsors include top car manufacturers, and each driver always has three or four cars parked downstairs, which they rotate using.

Xu Zhouye remained completely calm and lied without batting an eye: "My grades have been terrible lately, and Boss Shen won't let me quit."

Song Qingjia stared at him for two seconds, too lazy to expose him, opened the door and walked out. He followed behind, closing the door behind him.

The car drove out of the underground parking garage and merged into the morning rush hour traffic. When there was one intersection left before the fleet headquarters, Song Qingjia turned on his turn signal and pulled over.

She rolled down the car window, turned her head to look at the people outside, and said seriously, "Remember, you're not allowed to lay a hand on me in the convoy."

Xu Zhouye nodded lazily: "Okay."

Song Qingjia rolled up the car window, stepped on the gas without looking back, and drove off.

Xu Zhouye watched the car's taillights turn the corner and chuckled softly.

Without moving your hands or feet.

It didn't say we couldn't use our mouths.