Spring Night Kiss.

Song Qingjia tilted her head slightly: "Is there a difference?"

Xu Zhouye raised an eyebrow: "Of course."

He withdrew his hand, put it in his pocket, and looked at her: "This decides whether I should kiss you now."

"Then I'll pick you up at the airport," Song Qingjia said.

The word "that" is very clever.

Xu Zhouye stared at her for a few seconds, then took a step back and considerately agreed, "Okay, you can pick me up at the airport."

Song Qingjia raised her chin: "Get in the car."

After saying that, he opened the car door and got into the driver's seat.

Xu Zhouye watched the car door close, a low chuckle escaping his throat. He walked around to the passenger side and got in.

The streetlights on the airport overpass receded one by one, cutting the interior of the car into alternating light and shadow.

Xu Zhouye leaned back in his seat, propping himself up with his hand as he watched her. From the moment he got on the bus until now, his gaze hadn't left her for a single moment.

It clung to her body in a damp, sticky way.

After crossing two intersections, Song Qingjia couldn't help but ask, "Have you looked enough?"

"No," he said matter-of-factly.

"...Then you can continue."

Xu Zhouye changed his position, his gaze falling on her rosy lips. The color of this lipstick suited her very well, and it was also perfect for kissing.

"You look beautiful today," he said.

"That means you're not pretty normally," Song Qingjia retorted.

"You're beautiful normally," Xu Zhouye said with a smile, pausing deliberately, "and even more beautiful in bed."

Song Qingjia: "..."

No one can outdo him in flirting.

She got off the overpass and didn't turn into the sycamore-lined avenue where they lived, but continued driving forward.

Xu Zhouye glanced at the unfamiliar street scene outside the window, and his eyebrows twitched slightly.

"Not going home?"

"I'm hungry." Song Qingjia turned the steering wheel and onto a quiet street. "Let's eat first."

Xu Zhouye chuckled, said nothing, and leaned back in his chair.

He wouldn't ask where she was going unless she told him.

Wherever she drives, he follows.

The car stopped in front of a local restaurant, the kind hidden in an alley, with no sign, only a house number.

As soon as the two entered, the proprietress greeted them and led them into a small private room on the second floor.

This was an authentic Shanghainese restaurant, and the food was served quickly. Song Qingjia was indeed hungry and ate with great focus.

Xu Zhouye, on the other hand, was unhurried. He barely touched the bowl of rice in front of him, picked up a shrimp with his chopsticks, put it on a plate, and began to peel it.

His fingers are long and slender with distinct knuckles; the simple act of peeling shrimp is a pleasure to watch when he does it.

He peeled off the shrimp shells, placing the shrimp meat intact into a small bowl beside him, one after another, until the bowl was full. He wiped his fingers with a wet wipe and placed the bowl of shrimp meat in front of Song Qingjia.

Song Qingjia paused with her chopsticks, then looked up at him: "Aren't you going to eat?"

"I'll feed you first."

That's a lot...

Coupled with his smug expression and the slight curve at the corner of his mouth, Song Qingjia couldn't help but have impure thoughts.

Xu Zhouye's smile deepened. He picked up a piece of pork rib and deliberately asked, "Then I'll eat it. What are you thinking?"

Song Qingjia ignored him.

Xu Zhouye stopped teasing her and ate quietly. Although they didn't speak, the atmosphere was warm.

Song Qingjia looked up at the person opposite her, and the phrase "old married couple" suddenly flashed through her mind. Her hand stopped abruptly, and she felt that she must have lost her mind from staying up all night.

She put down her chopsticks and took a tissue to wipe her mouth.

"Let's go."

The man opposite had already put down his chopsticks and was drinking tea.

She got up and walked towards the door. Just as her hand touched the doorknob and before she could open it, another hand reached out from behind, grabbed her wrist, and flipped her over, but her back didn't hit the door.

He blocked it with his hand.

Xu Zhouye moved one hand down to grip her waist, and the other hand supported her ear. He pressed his whole body against her, leaving no gap.

"Is it really just picking someone up from the airport and having a meal?" he laughed.

Song Qingjia tilted her head back and blinked: "Otherwise what?"

"Alright," he said, bowing his head, "I've answered the phone and had a meal with him, isn't it time for me to reap a little reward?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the girl in front of him tiptoed and touched his lips.

She moved away so quickly that he didn't even realize it before she had already moved away.

"Such a sweet treat?" she asked deliberately, her eyes crinkling with amusement.

Xu Zhouye unconsciously tightened his grip on her waist, his voice hoarse: "Not enough."

Song Qingjia then reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, and stood on tiptoe. This time, she didn't kiss his thin lips, but rather his neck and the bobbing Adam's apple.

They touched each other lightly, then separated immediately.

"How about this?"

Xu Zhouye stared at her intently, his eyes dark.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Song Qingjia moved again. She took the protrusion into her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and gently licked it. She could feel his body tense up instantly, and the hand gripping her waist tightened even more.

She knew when to quit while she was ahead and was about to back out.

His body suddenly lifted into the air.

He tilted his head back and kissed her, gently biting her lips, then his tongue pushed open her lips and teeth, probing inside and stirring within her territory.

Song Qingjia clung tightly to his neck, afraid of slipping, her heels braced against the door. Their bodies were pressed together without any gap, as if they were born to be intertwined.

Breathing became erratic, and only panting could be heard in the quiet private room.

Damp, ambiguous.

It makes one's body feel weak and tingly.

Song Qingjia was a little weak, her heel slipped, and she fell half an inch. Xu Zhouye immediately caught her, lifted her up again, and kissed her even more deeply.

When their lips parted, both of them were panting.

He pressed his forehead against her collarbone, his chest heaving, his breath hitting her skin, hot and itchy.

"I didn't disappoint you, did I?"

The scorching breath sprayed below her collarbone, and Song Qingjia couldn't help but flinch and push his head away.

"Are you referring to going up on the podium or the kiss just now?"

Xu Zhouye put her down, put his arm around her waist, and bent down slightly so she could wrap her arms around his neck. He chuckled, "Then let's give our evaluations?"

Song Qingjia pretended to think.

"The podium was amazing, but as for the kiss..." she kept quiet, "My skills need improvement; I still need to practice."

Xu Zhouye scoffed: "Cultivation?"

Song Qingjia: "Hmm."

"Sure, we'll continue practicing when we get back. How about you be my sparring partner?"

Song Qingjia pushed him away: "It's nothing."

She opened the door to the private room and walked out without looking back. Xu Zhouye stood there for a few seconds, then strode after her.

But in her heart she was thinking that whether or not she practiced was not up to her.

However, as it turns out, this matter was indeed up to Song Qingjia.

After he quickly stripped off her skirt, his hand reached down to remove the fabric beneath her, but he touched something unusual.

He froze.

The woman beneath him chuckled.

"I told you long ago, it's not good, why didn't you believe me?" The gloating tone was a blatant mockery of him.

Xu Zhouye stared into her cunning eyes, chuckled softly, rolled off her, and lay on his back beside her.

"Are you happy now?"

"I'm happy."

"Then my anger wasn't unjustified."

He pulled the blanket over her, placed his palm on her lower abdomen, and gently massaged it.

Song Qingjia turned her head to look at him and snuggled closer to him.

Actually, my lower abdomen doesn't hurt anymore today, but...

How could I refuse his kindness?