Spring Night Kiss.

Xu Wanran is easy to fool, but Xu Zhouye is not.

No sooner had Song Qingjia stepped into the bathroom than he squeezed in, making the already cramped space feel even more cramped.

"What are you doing?"

Xu Zhouye closed the door behind him, put his hands in his pockets, and walked closer: "Nothing much, just wanted to ask, did you and your good brother have a good chat?"

Song Qingjia knew that this person was a complete jealous person.

She ignored him and continued to undress, her tone somewhat exasperated: "I haven't even asked you about following me, and you're already interrogating me."

She had already unbuttoned her shirt, flipped it back, and thrown it into the laundry basket. Then, without stopping, she started taking off her pants.

Xu Zhouye's eyes darkened as his gaze fell on her radiant white skin.

Song Qingjia ripped the hair tie off her hair and reached for the bra clasp on her back. Just as she was about to unhook it, she saw the man in front of her still standing there.

"Aren't you leaving yet?" She unbuttoned her shirt, her chest loosening slightly. "Want to shower together?"

Xu Zhouye didn't answer. He took two steps closer, put his arm around her waist, and threw the fabric that had fallen off her upper body aside.

"I wasn't following you. I was just worried that my girlfriend would be kidnapped." He continued to reach out and help her take off the piece of fabric underneath her clothes.

The moment that small ball fell to the ground, Song Qingjia felt her body lighten, and then she was placed on the marble table.

The slightly cool touch made her flinch and press herself closer to the man.

But his expression remained unchanged, his gaze straight ahead, and his tone innocent: "Who's your girlfriend?"

Xu Zhouye stared at her for two seconds, then suddenly chuckled, "Heh, alright."

Yesterday she was telling Nie Yuhuai that he was her boyfriend, but today she's denying it again. She's told him everything, and he's left with no choice but to accept it.

Okay, then she can say what she wants and he can do what he wants.

We will not disturb each other.

Song Qingjia felt that the scene was a bit strange; he was impeccably dressed, while she was completely naked.

It made her seem completely at a disadvantage.

I gave him a little push, trying to reason with him: "If you want to stay together, take off your clothes yourself. If not, go outside. I need to take a shower—"

Before she could finish speaking, her hands were grabbed. Both hands were twisted behind her back and held firmly by a large hand.

With his other hand, he gripped her waist and pulled her forward a little.

She was forced to straighten her chest, and her lower collarbone was right next to his mouth.

Xu Zhouye bowed his head without any politeness.

Song Qingjia's breathing suddenly became heavier. She snorted and clenched her fingers in his palm, but did not pull away.

He kissed her slowly and tenderly, kissing one side until he was satisfied, then moving to the other, his tongue circling around her, his teeth gently grinding against her, and her knees unconsciously tightened around his waist.

Song Qingjia comfortably straightened her chest, but he stepped back instead.

Then he gently kissed her neck, kissing upwards along her neck until he reached her lips, and whispered hoarsely, "Let's shower together, but first..."

Song Qingjia glared at him.

Xu Zhouye stroked her face, without the slightest embarrassment: "Friends with benefits should be aware of what friends with benefits should do, shouldn't they?"

He didn't wait for her answer, but kissed her fiercely, while his other hand moved down her waist.

Song Qingjia jerked violently, swallowing his sob.

The man seemed to be deliberately trying to overwhelm her; whether it was kissing or anything else, he was very forceful and intense.

Song Qingjia was breathless from his kiss and turned her head away to gasp for air. She put her foot down from the table, hooked her toes around his waistband, and stepped down, not to be outdone, slowly grinding against him.

Xu Zhouye chuckled, released her wrists, lifted her off the table, turned her around, and made her support herself on the table with her hands.

Song Qingjia saw in the mirror that he took out a small square, tore it open, and then heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down. Below that, the mirror no longer reflected anything.

She could only sense his movements.

Without probing, without hesitation.

Song Qingjia lunged forward, his hands turning white as he braced himself against the table to keep from collapsing.

Xu Zhouye deliberately thrust very hard, and she could barely bear it. Her voice broke into fragments, escaping from her throat intermittently: "Gently... gently..."

The man leaned down, his chest pressed against her back, and chuckled in her ear, "You think you can just say 'gentle' like that? Wouldn't that make me lose face?"

As he spoke, he intensified the attack.

Song Qingjia's lower abdomen began to tighten involuntarily.

"Do you still want your reward?" she asked, biting her lip.

"Am I not collecting my reward right now?" His voice was lazy and unyielding.

Song Qingjia couldn't help but curse inwardly.

How can a grown man be so petty?

But soon she couldn't even curse in her heart anymore, because this position was just too... She felt like she was nailed here, with a sore and bloated feeling deep in her lower abdomen.

The sensory stimulation surged up like a tide, layer upon layer, with no way back but to move forward.

She finally couldn't control herself... her body tensed up like a bow, she gasped for breath, and her vision went white for a moment.

Xu Zhouye chuckled softly, turned her face towards him, and kissed her gently, his voice lingering on her lips: "So much..."

Song Qingjia was still in a daze, her whole body limp like a puddle of water.

He continued his despicable behavior.

It was too much, so much that her eyes reddened and tears welled up.

Her hand slid down from the table, but he caught it, pressed it against the table, and their fingers intertwined.

"Xu Zhouye... slow down..." Song Qingjia begged for mercy.

He stopped and turned her around. But just as she had asked, he slowed down. He lowered his head and pressed his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling.

"Sweetie, tell me." He kissed the tip of her nose.

"What did you say?" she asked, feigning ignorance.

Xu Zhouye chuckled and made a move to... Song Qingjia quickly hugged his waist, her voice still panting, "He said we're not suitable."

"Not suitable?"

Song Qingjia bit his shoulder.

"I think it suits you perfectly." He tilted his head, a smile playing on his lips. "Don't you agree?"

His response was another light bite.

"Anything else?"

She said your job is dangerous, and you never know when an accident might happen.

Xu Zhouye paused for a moment: "He was quite concerned about me. What did you reply?"

Song Qingjia looked at him, then suddenly leaned closer, her voice low, almost a whisper, like a sigh: "I said, if you die, I'll commit suicide for you—"

The last "ah" turned into a high-pitched groan that burst from his throat.

Xu Zhouye picked her up and carried her to the shower. Her body trembled the entire time they walked those few steps.

Hot water was poured over their heads, and her eyelashes were covered with water droplets, making it impossible to tell whether they were tears or water.

He looked at her, gritting his teeth: "Song Qingjia, all you know how to do is use these sweet words to fool me."

However, even though he knew it was a lie, he was still overjoyed.

Even if the woman in his arms wanted the stars, he would want to pluck them down and give them to her.