Spring Night Kiss.

It was past ten o'clock when I got back to the apartment from the club.

Song Qingjia leaned back in the passenger seat, her eyelids drooping.

Xu Zhouye parked the car and glanced at her. This girl would fall asleep nine times out of ten when she rode in his car.

Should we say his driving skills are good or bad?

He chuckled softly, unbuckled his seatbelt, got out of the car, walked around to the passenger side, opened the door, bent down, and pulled the person out of the seat.

Song Qingjia wasn't fast asleep; the commotion woke her up.

Xu Zhouye lifted her up a little, letting her lie on his back: "Hold on tight."

Song Qingjia obediently hugged his neck. She wasn't being coy; she couldn't be happier if someone carried her instead of her.

She buried her face in the crook of his neck, her nose brushing against his skin, her hair tickling him.

Xu Zhouye chuckled softly, then lifted her buttocks with his hand and patted them lightly.

"Don't rub against it randomly, do it when you get home."

Song Qingjia: "?"

She actually got spanked. Her parents never hit her, so how dare he?

Song Qingjia bit his neck.

Xu Zhouye hissed and clapped his hand again: "Even biting won't work."

She ignored him and took another bite, this time with even more force.

Xu Zhouye sighed, didn't stop her anymore, let her bite, and walked steadily into the apartment lobby, then into the elevator.

The elevator doors closed, and the mirrored wall reflected the shadows of two people. She was perched on his shoulder, her teeth still clenched around a small piece of flesh on his neck, much like her fierce cat.

"Song Qingjia, were you born in the Year of the Dog?"

"You're the dog." She released her grip, looked at the red mark, and then licked it again.

Xu Zhouye's Adam's apple bobbed: "...Don't lick it."

Song Qingjia wouldn't listen to him. She not only licked it but also put that small piece of skin in her mouth, a blatant provocation.

"You'll be just as tough in bed later," the man said, his voice lowering.

Song Qingjia: "..."

"Xu Zhouye".

"Um?"

"You've been working non-stop every day... Is your body really taking it?"

Xu Zhouye patted her bottom again: "I'm perfectly healthy, no need to worry about me."

Song Qingjia was speechless. Who was worried about him? She was worried about herself.

The elevator reached the thirteenth floor and the doors opened. Xu Zhouye carried her out of the elevator, took two steps forward, and then suddenly stopped.

Song Qingjia asked, puzzled, "What's wrong?"

As she spoke, she looked up and caught sight of two uninvited guests. Out of the corner of her eye on her left was Xu Wanran, and out of the corner of her eye on her right was Nie Yuhuai.

What a coincidence!

The motion sensor light flashed. The four people looked at each other in bewilderment.

Xu Wanran opened her mouth, wanting to call out "Brother," but the sound got stuck in her throat and didn't come out.

Her gaze slid from Xu Zhouye's face to the teeth marks on his neck, then to Song Qingjia lying on his back, her mind screaming wildly.

She had been squatting there for almost an hour. Actually, squatting wasn't a big deal, and playing on her phone wasn't boring. It was just that the man opposite her, who kept radiating coldness, made her feel like she was sitting on pins and needles.

She had been eagerly awaiting her brother's return, only to be met with this unexpected scene.

She could feel the temperature in the corridor drop a few degrees.

Nie Yuhuai was also looking at the two of them. His deep gaze swept across Xu Zhouye's face and then fixed on Song Qingjia.

Their brows were almost furrowed into a "川" shape; the two of them were indeed entangled again.

In this eerie atmosphere, Xu Zhouye spoke first, addressing Xu Wanran: "What are you doing squatting here?"

Xu Wanran finally found her voice and managed to squeeze out a dry sentence: "My aunt asked me to deliver something to you."

While you're at it, check on your girlfriend for her.

She added in her mind.

Xu Zhouye hummed in agreement, then turned to look at Nie Yuhuai: "And you? What are you doing standing here?"

Nie Yuhuai ignored him and continued looking at Song Qingjia: "Qingjia, come down."

Xu Zhouye frowned, but before he could speak, he heard the person on his back chuckle and then speak in a clear voice.

"Why should I get off? I'm on my boyfriend's back, is there a problem?"

Nie Yuhuai's expression grew increasingly grim.

Xu Wanran screamed inwardly, "Sister is so cool!" She had already made Song Qingjia her idol.

She quietly took out her phone, turned on the video recording mode, and thought that she had to send this exciting scene to her aunt.

But before she could even make a move or press the record button, her brother's eyes swept over her with a warning look.

She immediately put away her phone and gave a sweet smile.

Forget it, she'll just have to be a quail.

"What's the matter? If there's nothing else, I'm going back to sleep. Goodbye." Song Qingjia was really sleepy and didn't have the energy to deal with these uninvited people anymore.

Nie Yuhuai also noticed the weariness between her brows, and ultimately felt sorry for her, so he simply said, "You should rest first, we'll talk again tomorrow."

Song Qingjia said, "I'm going to work tomorrow."

Nie Yuhuai: "I can wait for you."

Song Qingjia: "Whatever you say."

Seeing that she was unwilling to talk any further, Nie Yuhuai suppressed his words and left with a cold face.

As they passed Xu Zhouye, the two exchanged a glance, neither showing any particular expression.

Xu Wanran felt that the air was thick with tension.

The elevator doors closed, and a sudden silence fell, creating an awkward atmosphere. She waved awkwardly and said, "Hello, sister."

Song Qingjia rubbed her temples: "Hello."

She patted Xu Zhouye on the shoulder, signaling him to put her down.

Xu Zhouye tilted his head and asked, "Can you stand by yourself?"

Song Qingjia was neither drunk nor sick, just a little sleepy, so of course he could stand steadily.

"You talk to your brother, I have a bit of a headache, I'm going back now."

Just as I was about to leave, my wrist was grabbed.

Xu Zhouye frowned: "You're just going to use it and then throw it away?"

Xu Wanran shrank back, trying to make herself less noticeable. Was this something she could listen to?

Song Qingjia was really sleepy: "When did I need you?"

Xu Zhouye: "?"

Did he waste all his efforts tonight?

Just as he was about to speak, the woman broke free of his hand, turned around, grabbed the man's collar, forced him to lower his head, and then quickly kissed him on the lips.

"Be good, see you tomorrow."

Then he turned around and went back to his room, slamming the door shut behind him.

Xu Zhouye wiped his lips and laughed in exasperation.

Xu Wanran was dumbfounded. Her brother was completely under her thumb. Her sister was truly formidable.

"Um..." she said softly, "Brother, it seems like you'll be spending your days alone..."

Xu Zhouye glanced at her, his gaze falling on the bag in her hand, and said coldly, "Give me the things."

Xu Wanran glanced down and almost forgot that she had come to deliver something. She handed over the bag while relaying Jiang Yunsheng's words: "Auntie said that if you come home alone next time, you don't need to go back."

Under Xu Zhouye's deep gaze, she continued, "She feels ashamed."

Xu Zhouye: "..."

That's what his mother would say.

He waved his hand: "Alright, that's all for you. Go back and report tomorrow."

"don't want."

Xu Wanran didn't want to return to Jingzhou so soon; she wanted to learn from her sister Qingjia.

Xu Zhouye stopped in his tracks and turned around.

"I'm planning to spend a few days in Shanghai, so I'll have to trouble you for a few days and stay at your place," she said slyly.

Xu Zhouye looked at her for two seconds, then gave a forced smile: "Stay here, the password is 331699."

After saying that, he turned and walked to the front door of Song Qingjia's house, entered the password, opened the door, and then slammed it shut.

Xu Wanran: "..."

No wonder he wasn't angry about being alone in his room; he simply had a beautiful woman in his arms.

She was secretly gloating.